A Moment Of Emotional Confusion Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A Moment Of Emotional Confusion



Here's my Valentine.
Purple kisses and salutation to all the misses.
Sorry but I got go.
There is only time for one show.
I can already hear the movement towards the never ending road.
Sounds so subliminal.
The sensational baby boomers.
In a closet in some dark corner.
Some privacy please, can't you see I'm trying to hypnotize and undress with my eyes all the same time.
Too much to say.
A mind perplexed in such a casual way.
Clouds spinning in a absolute mystery.
A war is always being inside this body.
It just never listens.
Do what you will, because you will.
A slight shriek then shrill.
An slip of the hand, turns into such masterful of games.
Playing doctor of the most fabulous kind.
Looking for a way to allow the soul to completely unwind.
Dining in such a paradise is so appetizing.
How could I ever say no?
Can you not see the way this aura glows?
A pull upon the curtains, a tug upon the feet to take a step backwards.
An awkward feeling all around.
Yet the ground is steady, solid as ever.
I'm still waiting to see how this movie ends.
Front row seats to the box office treats.
Splendid it is see and watch the fire burn.
Even if it is my body that lies inside.
Hey it had to happen sometime.
It had to happen sometime.
A compromise.
Dereliction thrust upon certain odds.
Go ahead and turn your head and nod.
That most certainly shows that you know what I'm talking about.
Everything is in slow motion as the ticks continue to take hours.
The water drops from the shower become this glaze I'm putting my hand through.
An unrealistic sensitivity.
Scenes from some foreign nativity.
I don't understand the culture.
Feeling like a vulture.
Yet I know I'm always welcome.
Blessed it be the continuation of being tied knots.
All jumbled and messed up.
No sense of direction.
No care for perfection.
Let anarchy reign.
Let its' teeth bite straight into me.
For the only thing left is pain.
A house of cards.
Lets light them up before they have a chance to fall.
A kamikaze kind of attitude.
Death to the rose yet to bloom.
A mission of bucks to the ever looming want tos.
An possession of the ending if I can.
Its all I demand upon these fields of greed.
A devil in which to concede.
A species inbred, and not so right in the head.
Yes that's me, only if you want it to be.
Go ahead talk is cheap, and these perversions are just more diversions.
Sanity pleading with spirits of a white angel.
They sit on the shoulder with such glee.
You can have me, if you really want me.
Anything else is just twisted confliction.
A morbid obscene depiction.
Tell me now of these premonitions.
Are they as the air flowing right through your finger tips.
A breeze so slight, if you are not careful it'll go on by before the quickest blink of your eye.
Surprise is but a moment of the heart that continues to beat never willing to accept defeat.
Let it be not too long.
For these thoughts for me are already gone.
Still waiting for things to go so terribly wrong.
Pins and needles upon every inch of the skin.
Yet levity coming from every pore within.
Passion is something I will never abandon.
No matter how buried the soul.
Hold your breath and I'll hold mine.
Equals are so divine.
Abrasions so intertwined.
Lock me up, and I will welcome to be confined.
Circumstances do not change what those who see as the blind see.
Not visually but prospectively in an inlet of many islands of a vast and almost engulfing yet furious and bitter sea.

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