The Illuminating Presence Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

On a ghost of summer's day.
Thoughts that arrive very bitter and always too late.
This does not change what etched on empty momument stating a name and date.
As the words blur we do know time that has passed on his grave.
Years in inches, centuries to divide and collide.
Whom so ever is buried here in this finite soil shall become part of the seed.
The seed to be grown and sewn, to feed the masses, to feed the plenty, to feed the impoverished existance of a fortunate calculated sum,
Death has no creedance on a social order.
No creedence for divine rights above all others.
It's incubation period unlimited both in complexity and mystery.
For sometimes what you don't know can kill you.
And even you do know, you still could die.
Could being the keyword in my frame of mind.
Energy transversed from one being to another.
An echo of an unseen constant presence, that can sometimes leave one breathless.
And leave the emotions all the more restless.
A heart with irregular beat.
Does this change the fate, the predestined imagine plan to which exist no known proof.
Do the seemingly so astute get bogged down, and drown in there own morbid obsession of self decay,
Does ramdom become less random if we look at it a different way.
Why is it we desire all things to explained, yet we barely comprehend a grain, a pea size of information that is so huge that no encyclopedia set could summerize it all or even come close.
And yet all the information to be found tends to be innerelated.
Brothers and sister of the same forsaken tree.
Grouped and clustered in chatotic and disorganized mess.
Yes the mad scientist must have been at it again.
Just look at the trail he leaves in his wake.
Tell me now it was not mistake?
Under his care, under guiding quite blinding shimmering broken wing.
If he can not take flight why should I.
The footsteps followed very closely and dissociatively.
Fighting against nature instead of with it.
Not really understanding the importance harnony.
The diease we carry speading it into infamy.
A lustful desire never being truly satisified.
A diet inwhich there is no known, assumed or proven nutrition.
Yet we continue consume and compete to fill the void that got us searching for the answers to what it means to be living human.