Destination Lost Paradise Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Dearest beloved, most wretched of souls.
Quiet is the storm of altered egos.
A castle to rise, mortar to mix.
Flames built from nothing but match sticks.
High hopes dashed in single slash.
Expectations too great for the pendulum to continue swing.
The hay bringer of isolation in a simple approximation.
Dosed just right, good and lit and nothing seems quite right.
Too tight, the carnival ride that squeaks and creaks.
Socks knocked right off your feet.
Dabbling in a concoction of paints, knowing not where it might lead.
Or even how to proceed.
So upbeat in anticipation, that when you move you fly.
God these clouds are so hard describe.
Just open your mind, imagine it, and you will soon feel it.
The self indulgent everlasting high.
One kiss to the sky then it is goodbye.
Touch by a angel and the devil at the same time.
A pocket full of nothingness in all it vastness.
Expansive and comprehensive.
The jet plane with no destination.
Just go, go and a little more go.
Taking the show on the road.
So perfect till your heart explodes.
Dancing and singing toads.
He's not a prince, but a king.
Your just too blind too see the reality.
Predictions of destitute premonitions.
Abandon not for what they are but what they are not.
Who are we to think we know the true significance or importance?
The crystal ball does exist, just not in the way we think it should be or is.
There is no claim over such ownership.
Being both possessive and ignorant.
Defining what acceptable behavior is without experiencing it.
Conformity for an overlooking moon.
Too afraid of what prying eyes might think to freely express what is inside.
Dispersal of so much locked energy all at one time, can leave one very stunned and surprised.
Speaking of impossibilities.
Complete and absolute denial.
Riding tsunami wave till its fall.
Tell me now how could you not expect that hurt just little?
When you open the door you already knew you were in for it.
Too late to get mad now.
Be proud of what you have just found.
For it is glittering gold among the sand soil.