(life&Death Poem) A Cure To A Cancer Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The threads of fate hang so loosely
Anyone could just pluck your life away.
Any time any day.
Are you really prepared?
No need to get scared.
Were all going to die.
Just look to the sky and thank the gods you still here.
Thankfulness that you have her near.

She bore your child on such a sun sunny day.
And now they wake if only to go play.
And as you watch you feel as if your heart will explode.
You brought this precious gift we call life into this world.
It melts all the pain into a dull sensation.
It is as if it is not even really their.
It is the death despair.

I say listen here.
I'm going live my life the only way I know how.
I hope to make my sons and daughters proud.
Oh the magic of the rain drops falling from all these clouds.
We are 1 in gazillions type odds.
Wipe the face of this earth clean of all the distortions.
You matter more then you could ever know in all the proper portions.
If you understand just shake you head and nod.

Easing all the anger.
It eats at you as if it was your ghost.
A parasite sucking the life right out of you.
Some think I'm naive.
Thats what a honest man gets.
Scoffed and laugh at.
But do you think I even care.
We are both breath the same air.
A paradox of the entire world.

Our happiness matters.
But it you who has to make the charter.
A voyage to take, a voyage to lead.
In the company you desire with a pleasing sensation.
A non-existent aggravation will never even reach the skin.
Yet alone get in.
They come in huge numbers trying to breaking you down.
Lashing out because they want the same.
No matter the false claims.
The reason will always be the same.

In this horrid world we must learn to tame the hateful feelings.
Even those whose are so undeserving.
An ego of the self serving.
They think they're better off in front of you.
Let them try to lead.
Their illusion of paradise will falter.
I can see so many castles that will crumble.
Because the value in that which makes their life a little easier.
The common comfort.
So many luxuries that we do not need.

With a pen paper let me proceed.
Bring you to my reality.
Of the modern times.
So disorientating.
I'm always getting confused of the way.
The sheep will always led a astray.
And every time their has been a path back.

But what happens when their ain't?
A fallen saint.
Painted with evil that taints.
Don't cry for him.
But instead remember it isn't always of the wise to follow.
In some men lies something quite hollow.

An bare apple core is all thats left.
Nothing to take.
But their is always something to give.
In your heart do you have the power to forgive?
A generous offering of love.
A shelter for the weak.
Food for the hungry.
Medicine for the sick.
Physically as well as mentally.
Sometime the only way to heal a wound is superficially.