(Life Poem) A Way To Fix The Heart
Being a kid is hard, but being an adult is harder.
Probably not as true this day and age.
But when I was growing up it stood true to form.
And the lesson learned has been engraved into my very soul.
They are a parts of me I can never deny.
With a remembrance comes a tear in my eye.
And it burns but it also needs to be their.
To show I still can feel.
To show things are still real.
An emotion that fits as if it was special tailored just for me.
But I know its not and instead of keeping it inside it should be taught.
Passed on and never forgot.
A way to fix a heart.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What If It Fails?
The gamble fails.
All your finances fall in to shambles.
What is one to do without those hard earned guarantees?
Somebody should have told you a long time ago.
Their is no such thing as a bet without risk.
Without the doing of any 'earning'..,
can you really call it 'work' or 'learning'?
The only case is if you lose.
Rebuilding structure requires time and effort.
And the way in which it raised is usually improved.
We should always should try not to repeat the same mistake.
And when one does you can draw the conclusion..,
that they are likely to do it yet again.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Mindless Zombie With A Heart
But without a mind or brain what would we be but mindless zombies.
A heart will not move if it can not think.
Imagine all your breath held in an oxygen tank.
Time so limited what would be your first thoughts.
I bet it wouldn't be of Steve Hawkins.
Even as smart as he is.
Flawlessness is not a embodiment of the mind.
Family and friends would be my first.
Because I think with my heart.
And with my heart I think.
They are what makes me, me.
A uniqueness with no obscurities blocking the view.
A clown wears his mask upside down.
If only to get one smile it is worth while.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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(Disorder Poem) A Man With A Million Thoughts - Attention Decifit Disorder
A man with a million thoughts.
How does he bring organization to them all?
This chaos is where I have began.
So a solution lies in the end.
Reworking it.
Reworking it
I missed something their
I missed something here
How do I perfect so many thoughts all at once
It is add to the extreme.
I can't focus on just one thing.
I must express every view point thoroughly.
Yet with it misses nailing it exactly as I thought.
With errors I am riddled.
Like a man playing twenty fiddles
How do I edit my own craziness?
~this is describing how I feel at times with all my thoughts.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Too Much Sweets
Sometimes the ones we loved the most.
Are the ones who we must let go.
Sometimes the sweets are bad for you especially if in large doses.
Even the ones closest can drift apart,
Bring about a new wave and a new start.
Changes for the good, only time will tell and only if you truly know yourself that well.
As much as you think you see sincerity of such clarity,
Often we must continue to repeat the same mistakes.
Is the cup yet full?
Is enough truly enough?
A day left behind in both the heart and mind.
In this moment it is something you and only you can define.
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The Boy Named Edgar
There was a boy named Edgar
He met this girl when he was but of the mere young
They always played together and had so much fun
But one day a man approached and asked her for something
The boy couldn't understand
Her services were paid for
He tried to save her
But he only got her to hate him all the more
From the back door he walk through
Ripped her right off of him
Then with a hammer he bludgeon
The mans blood was spilled
What was done couldn't be undone
His name was Edgar and he just didn't understand
With a prison sentenced he was slammed
Forever to be marked a bad man
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Separation
I keep telling you I'm not a parasite.
Why won't you listen?
Is it not a reasonable exhibition?
In a moment, in flash before your very own eyes.
You come to this realization.
It is hard enough just to survive.
Without dragging out the reasons.
Where is the drive?
A substitute in vehicles.
With time being whats not already traveled.
The distance of measurement in minutes not miles.
With all the changing in styles.
Will my sense of moral ever be the same?
What was once wrong is now so far gone.
Flying high in protest.
It is a separation between you and your inner self.
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My Response(To Dating Scams) 001
Hello my names is eric, and sure i'm interested in you.
And color and distance both matter to me.
I'm sorry but I'm racist s.o.b.
It's what my daddy taught me through all the beatings.
I was born and raised in trustville alabama.
All my teeth are missing I hope that's okay.
I have deformed chin from all the inbreeding in my family.
Oh I'm also dating my second cousin.
We could have threesome, what do you think?
Oh I own 200 acres of land.
More then enough for multiple families.
So how interested are you really?
So how do you like my response to yet another dating scam?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Is It Wisdom?
When guidance is sought some would say all you have is ask.
While not all the answers will be given.
Some must be discovered, after a due given search.
To give up, is to admit living was a lie.
What is the one thing we all seek and try to defy?
That we will eventually die.
We have our blessings and our curses.
A voodoo doll, or miracle is not needed.
A continuation of all things large and small.
Looking through a rose covered glass ball.
A layer is peeled to only be repeated.
With history forever synced.
A musical with the same beat.
It's importance is not yet really seen.
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Declining Youth
The fire burns this golden hour.
Behold look to the clock for clues.
As time itself will describe.
Inscribed on the charred and stained.
Forcing memories to be retained.
I can't, I must not, I won't forget.
An etching upon the cliff.
Only a simple climb to see.
Hand, by hand, stone by stone.
Work and reward.
The kind of earnings that go unheard.
Not jingle in the pocket but instead in the mind.
It can not be stolen, at least by greed.
But age does wear you down,
If it does not you are a god among men.
And I bow to you with one request.
Share the secret of everlasting youth.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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