Ace Of Black Hearts
(writting Poem) A Trite Condition - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
In the journey of reading that which seems boring.
That of which seems bland.
For some in time a vocabulary will expand.
For some in time ideas of the new and unused become the foundation in which they stand.
For some it is not about this though.
As much learning is important, so is expressing oneself in ways they have yet do.
A dictation of words heard.
A repetition of slurs spilt upon the page.
Para phrases that continue to blur.
A melting pot one continues to try to stir.
A mix in posture, as if standing in one position too long dulls the mind.
An important muscle we are always trying exercise.
A reflection of who we are.
And we use paper as the mirror.
Adjusting the proportion as we see fit.
Size and shape the reality to our escapes.
Upon planes and dimensions that we have not yet been.
And all this can be done with a simple pen.
So tell me now do you blame them?
Do you blame me for my lack of originality?
I have more of the same.
Different names, but the meaning as common as the books I read.
As common as the words I been fed.
As common a colors I can not see.
Being color blind is the truth you see.
Alot of grays and very few blues purple browns or greens.
When I look to the sky I dream of what I should see.
A wish that is invisible ink.
That one can easily read.
So tell me of these trite conditions what is it you think should be seen?
A improvement in timely manner?
And how would define timely with IQ's varying?
Is their a magic formula that creates that majestic castle?
Do you think one should stop if you are not entertained?
Maybe I am insane, but I will not pass judgments of circumstance not known.
And thus I will not say either this is or isn't something I condone.
At end of the day if a prize is won, it is something I don't care to own.
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