Scribbled Song
And the song shall live on.
For all the ages of the rising sun.
In till the very last human is gone.
For a voice to no longer sing.
It echos through times of suffering and plenty.
It becomes of the divine.
So pure it is no longer of this world.
A immortal being in its own right.
And yet it sits scribbled on piece of paper.
Just waiting to be picked up by someone.
By anyone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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(Duped Poem) The Truly Satisfied
It easier to accept then reject and question.
Another mental session.
Is it a curse or a blessing?
Those shoes are on backwards.
I think they need to be reversed.
And then to see your only one.
Duped and gullible.
Dilute the dirty water and it might be a little more palatable.
Swallow it oh so slowly.
Savor the taste to make sure.
And finally an (ahh) of the truly satisfied.
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I'm Another Asshole So Thank You
It is true when you're are happy
You're are happy.
Why should anybody deny you in the pursuit a forever happiness.
If you've found it never let go.
Cause if you do, you'll be of the one that poem refers to.
Another side of the rubix cube in which emotions are the follow through.
I'm another asshole so thank you.
~Dedicated to another poem written by another author.
~John Bastian
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(Reading Poem) An Escape
To an insight forever more
To the unknown worlds I explore
Travel the unknown
Something ventured
Something gained
Open the book and close your eyes
Whether of the grim
Whether of the greatest
Its still there
In all its glory
It doesn't have to be the fabled story
Perfection is but a mere reflection of such horrid experiences
To tell is my deaths escape
With a single kiss I embrace
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Have You Made Your Choice?
Richness can be of monetary wealth.
But it also can be something so much more precious such as family and friends.
How we treat people will define us in the end.
What we've accomplished might sit second chair.
And how much you had who really cares.
What did you do with it is of much more of importance.
Look at the reflection of death and tell me what you see.
A good soul or a demon.
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Let Me Ask a Question
Let me ask you to share for the point sharing, is that an objective?
Victim or not, stories must be told.
Not for sense of position.
But maybe just to let people know your living.
Everyone has their own misdeeds to proceed as false claims.
You hear of them everyday.
Are they connected with the objectives?
That really depends on the person.
As individuals we are all different.
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Demons Of The Forsaken
Sometimes it is better to put it on paper then keep it your head.
An expression not known is the one not voiced.
Regardless of emotions involved.
Sometimes they are lessons in life that only in this way can be solved.
Writing the reflection of an image so it can't dissolve.
What I write I will soon forget unless I reread it.
Demons of the forsaken.
Tell me now can you beat them?
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Let It Be Out Of Love Not Notoriety
In a radical race with all kinds of characters.
Their is no single one that takes all the cake.
Though some get larger portions then others.
If you getting a good helping why not go for seconds.
A reality that as time changes so will those favorites.
I will be here even after your gone.
Writing my good old songs.
Rhyming to my favorite poems.
It is the love that stays never the notoriety.
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The Words Have Been Changed.
Did they claim it is not perfect?
Did they change some of the words?
How could they destroy such artwork.
Picture perfect, hanging on your wall.
You still remember it all.
It would effect me the same way is all I can surmise.
Its like a signature.
Shrunken it has become a miniature.
Where is the literature?
Buried under some delet key, most likely.
I'm so sorry with the greatest sympathy.
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Finding My Love
I just told two publisher to find what I've been looking for
A poem the past
A poem so quaint
Won a contest
Published in a book
Lost in a fire
Her name I wrote hell hath fallen
In their lies the key to my soul
Written so long ago
Memories i will show
For behold its my gold
As pretty at the age of 16 it gleems
Liking a shinning star
It's all I want
Like a secret love
She was
I say just because
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