An Unknown Part Of It Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

An Unknown Part Of It



The piano plays in the background so subtly.
Is it even really there?
Barely noticed?
A metaphysical entity.
How can you really say if looks pretty?
Just another figments shadow, among the grey swirls of painting you've never seen.
And as the brush is dipped once again it is cast away.
Fading like a spinning musical box that will soon be closed shut.
You say it happen suddenly so abruptly.
I say it has always been this calm, maybe you just haven't been listening long enough.
A fine piece of sand paper ready to smooth off the edge.
Divulging a hidden shape that liberates.
And given this strange kind freedom, does it change the equilibrium?
Tiptoeing over the overhanging rope to a beast of a river.
My gosh what a far way down.
And does this fear not impose?
Grab your heart and strip you down to almost no clothes?
Be washed off straight from the hose.
Tell me does the water pressure sting just a bit.
Do you bit your upper lip in preparation for it.
As the snakes venom enters the skin, does the flesh begin to rot and decay?
Is being courageous an informed complication or a sign bared upon cross.
Faith is but a repertoire of tastes and embraces.
Kiss me once, kiss me twice now multiply and divide and see what still coincides.
The groom of a fore-looming bride.
With all emotion put aside, cynical becomes the restless tide.
Hurry up, yet not too fast.
Riding this sinking ship alas.
Prayer left like forgotten letters at morning mass.
Stretching arms trying save us all, what if he can't?
What if the distance is too far and large.
A monument to dieing stars.
With the axis unparalleled.
Why is it we still feel so compelled?
A shock wave of force from six feet under the grave.
I can not go, not yet, I have so much left.
Is this an important clue to all humans?
Even we try so hard, so deeply, to pretend it doesn't exist.
It comes back again, and again.
Raising its pretty little head.
And if stone is all that will be exist after this rift.
I'm still glad to be part of it.

Sunday, November 24, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: carelessness,death,life,philosophy,questions
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