Ace Of Black Hearts

Bronze Star - 2,422 Points (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

Discovering Your Own Soul - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I stand before the mighty men.
The mighty mice.
Each has their own device.
Their own vice.
A substance to abuse.
A place to become confused.
A playground for the lost.
A walk upon ones own grave.
Looking down on it as if it ain't really there.
Looking for a alternate realty out of despair.
An utterance of curse words as they prepare in the body heart and mind.
And as this all becomes one.
They come to know this is their soul.
An embodiment of them, and as much as they try they really can never own it.
Yet it is connected in every single way.
A clone that will return to the earth one day.
A energy as powerful lighting that strikes without mercy.
A course not mapped to very last instant.
The postive and negative attract.
The solar bodies on a micro level interact.
It is as far as one can see.
No closer to the demon has one ever achieved.
Yet we believe it to be with certainty.
A absolute of failures.
We become of either of the arrogant or of the insane.
Either way I will not complain.
For I make my own way.
A process in which I pray for extra day.
An extra month, an extra year.
An extended stay.
I do not believe in fear.
I know it believes in me.
But I open my eyes and I already can see what is already in front me.
I already know what I do not need.
Just bury the greed.
Plant the unborn seed.
Strike upon the dirt.
Jump in.
Make splash upon the converts.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 9, 2012


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