The Quietest Shout Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The blood boils in a pot with something new.
Stepping on trouble with this stew.
A black cat crossing my path.
Bad luck with a kiss and hug.
Am I in love with the pleasures of this life.
Or is it lust shaping me with just the right amount of precious dust.
Will the wind blow, and will it be gone.
Violence with a wink and smile.
Obsene sex scenes with no names.
Cocaine sitting openly on a mirror in on a coffee table all lined up.
A dollar bill all rolled up.
Is that who we are, slovingly slobs of the american dream.
No manner or edict to speak of.
Destitutes of desire.
Burning down a house for copper pipes and wires.
Pirating music, moves, and books to make another quick dollar.
Laundering money through casinos but only if you win.
Of course the game is rigged.
Diagnosed with lung cancer and still smoking a cig.
The truly addicted.
It is as predicted.
The market research is there.
Interactive despair.
It's in the air.
Set up from the start.
A car that will not come out of park.
Lights that don't work in the dark.
The kidnapper still waiting in park.
Taken, tied up, and beaten.
So much resistance at the previous AA meeting.
Falling back into bad habits.
Its a constant static.
White noise can only exist in a peaceful background​.
And it is something so hard to find.
Especially in this day, age, and time.
We always got something on our mind.
Emptying it out.
Oh it is the quietest​ shout.