Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

We are all our victims of our own thoughts.
There is a parasite inside my head, and I'm trying to get it out alive.
Death how punitive, so much desire for punishment.
The lace is eloquently weaved, and the trap is now set.
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Disobey.
Say no I won't do things your way.
Not anymore.
With rejoice hold that sign of the power of freedom of words high above your heads.
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The rape of the land can only be done by man or in the name of man.
No other creature has the tools to be so cruel.
Even the nature climate has limitations in the damage it can do.
But we are unfettered demons that destroy at a whim.
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For me poetry has become more then just another escape.
I use to think that way.
To write to end the sadness, the pain, the grief.
But then I realized I could do more.
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Just a scared little child.
What if I told you all I wanted was to be held close for just a little while.
Can you not see that forgotten smile?
Just one wish with all the broken hearts of desires.
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The blame game.
The race card.
Status disemboweled.
Who we are, is not the person they see.
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A please pleasantly begging inside a hole of slowly dieing tree.
A memory screaming in a far off star.
The pain so feint it becomes part environment.
Drift among the window of clouds.
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A ghost in the attic locked in wooden box with rose covered thorns.
A thousand year old storm.
An ocean tears falls away in the record of repeating early morning.
Fighting against the sentries of monster within.
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The man still is turning the cogs.
No matter the reason or season.
If he wasn't there it would all fall apart.
Stop moving.
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Back to put my hat in the ring once again.
A man with a mission of a given submission.
Trying to craft something not so novel.
Maybe it is the only place I really truly fit in.
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