Ace Of Black Hearts
Ace Of Black Hearts Poems
If my poem upsets,
I'm just so sorry
No need to worry
Your not speaking anyways
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One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Tear it all down.
Move out of the way.
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Someone has to believe.
As someone needs not to believe.
A equal balance.
Let order bring chaos.
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A controversy in terms.
I haven't heard anyone or say anything about it
So here it goes
Abortion
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That kind of validation should be but the silence among the lambs.
A quietness to never be heard.
A whisper that wants to be a scream but doesn't exactly know how.
As if to say I have a question, yet I'm to afraid to ask.
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Your burnt.
The aggression fills me up.
My sensibility is lost.
My heart of gold gets so cold.
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The demon speaks to me.
He writes all these squiggly lines.
They glow and come alive.
They become these characters dancing upon the pages in my mind.
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I'm not that wise that an old man needs my guidance.
I'm not that smart that an old man needs my opinion.
A devils dominion.
He dominates with pure words.
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When ideals are favored.
The truth shall be abandon for things better savored.
As it sometimes brings nothing but disgust.
A bitter taste you can't get out no matter how hard you try.
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Such sorrow.
Felt through the worlds tomorrow.
A mass explosion.
Suicide on the mind.
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A humble thought.
A pleasant calmness.
Then snap it's gone.
Like it was never their.
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Cheap shot after cheap shot
Here meet my pet rock
Did I say rock, I met my pet rot
Watch it he bite's
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Blood letting just to feel.
Nothing is real.
Crawling in the dark.
Looking for an escape.
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Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
Needs become greed.
To succeed you must move past what has became another loss.
Hypnotic is a pipe dream
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An idolization of the past for the accomplishments that leads us to the here and now.
We should be proud and continue on steadfast.
For we all walk upon where they left off.
But instead we try to be better and greater in our own right.
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Let me tell you if I ended up taking care of kids not mine
As part of an agreement unheard
Child support would be the first words
For a parent should have to take care of their own
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I make a cut a so clean.
Bring forth a soul of a demon.
Wicked thoughts of what I can do to you.
The rage is building inside.
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Into the light whether you like or not.
Just burn like a vampire.
A parasite who continues to try to feed upon me.
Faking another injury just to draw little more sympathy.
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Someone needs to be rich and someone needs to be poor.
An equal existence would mean it could never be improved upon.
What ever you had, you would have.
Nothing more.
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Ace Of Black Hearts Biography
Contacts: Yahoo - exiledangel420@yahoo.com Gmail - exiledangel420@gmail.com Facebook - https: //www.facebook.com/john.bastian.921 All who hide behind walls see nothing Conformity to the wealth in need. The unnecessary necessity. Let humanity be a gift, not a curse. Develop another verse. My real name is John David Bastian Not that my name should be so important. But a biography should include such things. The joy of writing the unwritten. A call to the pages of the forgotten. Torn back and ripped away. Ideas floating through space and time. Catch them while you can. The dreamer of dreams. The foundation of man. Adding your own brand. Adding your own flavor. Creating a history is just one step in one moment in which we have. Threads melting down to the wax. A soul trying to relax. A dance in lust and substance. Fighting against love. Trying to deny its very existence. Describing a military sub. A fictional rub. Attention seeking poet. Maybe I just need a hug. Maybe I need an excuse to live. Praying for forgiveness. Evil deeds done. Accomplishments to some. Thoughts of going on a long run. To a quiet park where nature overcomes. Poetry is everything to everyone. Who am I? I'm not black. Every body assumes that because of my name. Ace Of Black Hearts(This mean to me I've been hurt so many times that my heart has turned pitch black.) . Whatever you assumed about me you are sadly mistaken, I have no English, Poetry, Music, or Writing background. I write for the love of writing, and to never forget. I read a lot, but there is nothing specific that I favor other then the genre I like is fantasy. I'm very political motivated in some of my writings. But my activism, only goes as far writing and signing petitions. I'm 29 years old. I love computers, operating systems, and programming again it isn't a job yet I have years of experience with it. I favor Linux over windows all day long. In fact these days I don't really have much to do with windows anymore. It lacks the security that I want in my computer system especially one I gonna pay for. I worked as bucket operator for three years. I'm specifically trimmed, and cut trees from a bucket, you know the 'unnn', 'unnn' from chain saw that's me. I can operate up to the medium size ones safely any bigger then that I can't handle them. I can run a motorized pole saw. I can change bars and chains, sharpen and tighten so on... I'm not really good with rope but eh we can't be all perfect. I'm working again so I don't have as much time to write. So if it seems like I'm not commenting or voting be patient. Friends come first, poems that I like come second, third are request. And my own writing come before all the others. Not enough time to do everything I want. I live in between two small towns. There is beautiful woods, behind my house that go on all the train tracks, then continue go until where the Watsontown brickyard is excavating for brick. In front of my house is a state route that runs along the river for a good while. The view of the river is beautiful, though if it ever really floods this is one of the first places thats get evacuated. It is a flood plain. I've lived near trains and rivers all my life and it is where I feel the most at peace. My education is limited dropping out of high school, though I did acquire my g.e.d. later on my life. I could blame this on anybody I want, but really it was my fault. It is the on thing I truly regret in my life, though I have never looked back. Why worry about what you can't fix? I believe in god, yet I don't believe in organized religions. To me faith is about more then just religion it's about people, it's about humanity. I love music of all kinds but country, and this is kinda of ironic considering where I live but eh sometimes I am the exception to the rule. I use to be a big gamer but haven't been one for years. I don't know but I feel to much time is wasted on them, and not time is spent in the world around us. I have just recently quit smoking again, so if a little snippy don't mind me. I'm trying to weed out of my life those things I really don't need. And an addiction is one of them. Plus it cost to much money these days. Also it is bad for me and I know it. If you find error in my poetry please let me know. If you have a problem with one of my poems, please contact me before you contact poemhunter.com, because I don't want offend anyone and will reword the poem if at all possible. If you have a problem with me commenting on your poems, please also let me know because I don't know I offended you unless you tell me. And I will try not do it, if you say something to me about it.)
The Best Poem Of Ace Of Black Hearts
If My Poem Upset You, I'M Just So Sorry
If my poem upsets,
I'm just so sorry
No need to worry
Your not speaking anyways
And that's okay
If my poem upsets,
I'm just so sorry
Anger begets anger my friend
Deny it till the end
But were like snakes each with our own venom
If my poem upsets
I'm just so sorry
Here please hand me a tissue
So I can wipe the floor with you
You have no clue
If my poems upset
I'm just so sorry
I won't impersonate
I will speak my version of the truth
Let loose
If my poems upset
I'm just so sorry
But you don't have read, or concede
Just breath
Count to ten and it will be fine again
If my poems upset
I'm just sorry
But don't insult me with your self gratification
Your better then everyone else
To hell with you
If my poems upset
I'm just so sorry
But what is done, is done
You don't even know me
Yet you hand your opinions like candy.
If my poem upsets you
I'm just so sorry
But I didn't mention your name
You weren't dethroned or defamed
Point the finger and blame
By all means please do
If my poem upset you
I'm just sorry
But forgiveness is isn't mine to give
So its live and let live.
Deny me some of that beautiful constructive criticism
Still I won't miss it
Ace Of Black Hearts Comments
Black hearts reformed into one sculpture of one dark chamber, the Ace...As black poetry be your wall, framing the soul, mind, thought and yourself inside it...but dont be fooled by the dark heart color as inside it is brighter..like a bulb covered by black glass but when it sparking light the bright still reach outside..you too...sometimes it sounds dark by poetry but the true of what you mean carry the contrast...that is the pureness of Ace, Ace of Black Hearts...a talented poet in other words if i can say here_Soul
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11/26/2022 11:08:30 AM # 1.0.0.1053
Dear Sir, A very sweet and nice poem this one. i liked it.