Treasure Island

Ace Of Black Hearts

(04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

Facing A Train Head On Coming At Full Speed.


Running straight towards the mighty freight train.
I wonder if I will survive.
Not my first encounter.
But hopefully the last.
Blasted, wasted, obliterated.
This is your creation.
The art of breaking.
No mistaking.

Scars, reopened just to feel.
A video on repeat.
The reeling.
My hearts folding.
Time to just pack up.
Time to leave it alone.

Somethings just don't work out.
Sometimes I just care too much.
I should have known.
Your were better off to go home all alone.
I can't help you.
For I can't even fix myself.
There is no us, there never was.
Not even in the best planned dreams.

I take my coffee black now.
No sugar or cream.
It is to wake me up.
Days not so long, but so far gone.
In outer space.
I've always walked a tight line.
On the edge.
A balancing act.
And there is no looking back.
A breath of fresh air.
The senses are not what they once were.
My mind is a leaking broken pen.
The pain will never end.

A dull echo.
Harboring words that have little meaning anymore.
Grudges dead and dormant.
I'm not angry, I just want to be happy.
Is that really so much to ask?
A prayer unanswered.
No cure to this cancer.
The hollowed out tree.
Maybe it is time to plant a new seed.
One in better soil, in a better environment.
Fortune engraved on my tombstone.
I have nothing and I will leave with even less.

This is not to impress.
It is the way it is.
Shoveling manure for my entire life.
Eating the scraping off the walls.
Hunger is always on call.
Ready and waiting.
I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
Only If I had it that easy.
Probably would give it all away anyways.
Because if it isn't earned it's not honest.

Fickle trades.
This life for the next.
A wave to the passerby.
The last.
A rope to come untwined.
Worn out from over use.
Who was it all?
How many names?
Can you even fit them in a library catalog?
Keeping order of chaos.
When it serves no real purpose.

Let this be the last, the very last.

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (6/15/2013 2:03:00 AM)

    Station to station you will go, and inside the train you didnt feel its moving, just when you see and facing the train head coming at full speed you will feel something going fast..just in life, we never go fast when we do following the time speed, and not notice about its moving until we sit and stare upon our life and realize that time is really fast spinning....and we are leaving, and lot to chase...so go and dont let our precious left us, behind..._SOul (Report) Reply

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