The Rocking Of A Cradle Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I honestly wish my portrayals were always happy.
But as history show us.
That just can not be.
Some despise me for it.
Others dismiss it as being from a nut who knows of nothing.
As if truth was something evil I was just spewing from my mouth.
As the a fire flows its own way in a dance that is always different.
Still heat comes from it, just in a different direction.
It will continue with out any delay.
Some will be warm while others will be cold.
Some will die young while others will die old.
Fairness is not divided into portions of gold.
It is not something that can be just bought and sold.
The equals sign is hard to come by in life.
So many unknown variables, that the equation is almost always unsolvable,
The search continues on as I continue to ramble on.
Sometime the fruits on many years of labor are acquired.
But usually the these fruits are small in comparison to work it took to produce them.
We are but plowing the field, planting the seed, and tending to the hope that something will grow.
A uncertainty is but life from the foundation up.
And sometimes it is built out of brick and concrete.
And other times not so much.
It is a rocking of the cradle and seeing what comes out.
Not so hard, just the lightest touch.
And still sometimes things will be lost.
An unfortunate set of events that no one could of fore saw.
Still they wish to blame themselves rather then it being left to the unknown.
And this something many of us condone.
As a part of a technique in moving on.
Saying we must forgive ourselves for something we had no power over.
A constant picking of the leaves of a four leaf clover.
She loves me,
She loves me not,
she loves me,
she loves me not,
The boiling of the kettle.
Watch as it gets hot.
And whistles as if saying come and get me for I'm ready.
But the ready in this sense is never constant.
We are only ready as long as we can see what lies ahead.
With a settlement of deeds accomplished.
One makes a move still with thoughts of trying foresee ten moves ahead.
This why chess is such a big game.
Because a lot of time people are trying to do the same thing within their own life.