Ace Of Black Hearts

Silver Star - 4,222 Points (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

Bouncing Rabbit - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Head in the clouds.
Lost in forever wanting thoughts.
A only if of uncertainity marks the page with the very lightest touch.
As if it could go at anytime.
A beggar of the blind.
Eyes too kind, too niave.
In a state of different class, different prestige.
Knowing the nothingness of the abyss.
With blank stare we are all looking in wonder.
An almost magical place, with a smile and a little grace.
How do I explain the emotions felt.
A ghost to haunt.
A memory to taunt.
That's all it will be eventually.
Happiness can not held within a glass.
No it will not forever last.
But it can be enjoyed, it can be rode like a wave.
Soon there will be another high.
Soon there will be another goodbye.
Nothing so steady, never in all my life.
And I'm not sure I would ever want it to be.
With all the aggrivation, the blandness of being stuck in the same situation.
Traveling the distance for the interesting plot twists.
To understand the dancing shadow.
Saying look at me.
Saying trust me the way I trust you.
How could I deny it my body,
deny it the right to move the way I do.
For it is my reflectiion from first light to the upcomming darkness.
It is me full form and proud, I will not be shaken by the blackness of shroud.
Illusions takes many forms.
Thunder among the raging fear.
Perception of the imaginary.
What exist at the point where the eyes and brain meet.
An outsider meet and greet.
Shaking hands with likelihood of more deceit.
Check please and write me out a receipt.
If only words were good enough eat.
The fluid pours and swirls, it is purest art form of our soul.
Because it is the language that connect us and make us whole.
Makes us wonder, question, and learn to abandon these fruitless endeavors.
For something more satisfying, for something that keeps us going in a place so precious, and unique.
A cliche held within cheek, still waiting to be released.
Realizing the long deceased are still living among you and me.
Make them cringe, make them smile.
Do it now because it is always all that one thing you really don't can never have.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014


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