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late nights exude with
dreams set to music,
black car, broken memories,
family unknowingly understood,
cremson sunset in westward skies,
white russian, decatur street,
debit card and a smile,
alarm clock speak to me of
things you need me to hear,
black resting place I no longer
can appear,
left my watch in your bed,
you sleep for a while,
will you wear my only price,
i thought was worth given?

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Change

things don't die or remain damaged

but return: stumps grow back hands,

a head reconnects to a neck,

a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.

Later this vision is not True:

the grandmother remains dead

not hibernating in a wolf's belly.

Or the blue parakeet does not return

from the little grave in the fern garden

though one may wake in the morning

thinking mother's call is the bird.

Or maybe the bird is with grandmother

inside light. Or grandmother was the bird

and is now the dog

gnawing on the chair leg.

Where do the gone things go

when the child is old enough

to walk herself to school,

her playmates already

pumping so high the swing hiccups?

FORGIVEN

HE looks down upon his sheep,
     are they gone, astray?
He calls to them,
     no answer,
He gently smiles,
    To him they are only children,
He calls again (over and over)
     until the cry for HIS SALVATION!

the best day

the best day

it was the best day,
because of you,
campfire danced, trippin' cartoons,
crackling pops of moments
engraved in my pshche,
and the laughter echoed
and bounced from my vocal chords,
thru the valley of our's,
peaceful slumber, un-demanding,
full of memorable dreams,
awake! now we begin,
the best day.

copyright@aceblade 2011

Beloved television cushions

beloved television cushions

one lay lengthwise on
the television cushion,
just out of my reach,
she ought to be miles away,
nevertheless dwindle,
the other lay on beds of cotton,
to I, another television cushion,
oh, but to her, fields of Lily,
wonderous, un-disturbed Isle,
yet discovered, en-riched with
Princess's agendas,
then the other,
he lay on beds of leaves,
leaves that were bagged by
he and I, a memory I hold dear,
and his television cushion is here,
with me, a waiting his return.

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so high,

in the mountain's tops,

I gaze, (miraculous)

miles above the eagle's nest,

who's eyes so keen, wings that glide,

and sail with stealth,

miraculous creation of the ALMIGHTY,

so are the bubble's fizz,

bursting between barefoot-toes,

where in the ocean's tide I stroll,

walking the same, thought-filled line,

drawn by GOD, full of purpose, rythem

and pride,

and the moon,

the historical orb of light,

hung with perfection, in our sky's delight,

has seen each day on Earth, it's sunset,

and it's demise,

miraculous is all around me,

bleek are the thoughts of whom,

do not see through the eyes,

of the ALMIGHTY!

copyright@aceblade 2011

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if you forget me

if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Today's Times

As I sit here tonight, wondering if my wife is ok, I think back to when I was a little boy. My wife is an outside salesman, like I, and is currently sleeping in a hotel, out of town.  She is approximately 150 miles away from home and I haven't heard from her in hours. I am sure she is quite fine, as she tends to fall asleep early and sleeps very hard. But, there are some particulars. She is pregnant, attractive, and last but not least, alone. I can't help but worry. When I was a boy, I couldn't imagine my mother sleeping out of town, much less in a hotel by herself. It's not that my father wouldn't have allowed it, it's the fact that my mother would have been scared. Both of my parents worked in the medical field and had 9-5 jobs. So, that factor didn't come into play in my parents marriage. I am very protective, by nature, and I am feeling a bit, how would you say, anxious. I pray morning, noon and night. Always, I pray for my families well-being. I pray now. I pray that my wife is sleeping peacefully and unharmed. I pray that I speak to her in the morning. Above all, I pray for my children's well being too. My two year old daughter is with me, but, my 11 year old son is with his mother. No, not my wife, my ex-wife. I just talked to him earlier. My two-year old is tucked away in my bed watching "Nick-tv". Where have the days gone where a man and his family can sleep under the same roof, every night? With inflation and the cost of gas, I would have to make six-figures, plus some, in order for our family to live like we do. I guess we could down-grade, but, I don't want my wife thinking that I am trying to keep her from pursuing her dreams and career. Like I said though. When a woman decides she wants kids, should she or should she not have to make a decision? The older I get the more likely I am to say, "SHE NEEDS TO STAY HOME!" But, that's just me. Over and out, from the worried husband.

utopia

utopia

there is a sky that has been unseen,
there is a love that has felt no pain,
there is a flower that has yet to plucked,
hummingbird flutters, looking for it's treasure,
there is this girl who hasn't been scorn,
by a man who has love to give,
their love remains the same,
there is beauty unmatched,
maybe a statue chisseled from an unknown
all never been seen felt nor have they been learned.

dream thought time

dream thought time

in a cut-out space of Heaven,

by myself, I don't feel alone,

thinking inside this room, I've thought,

that time heals all, but time itself,

too much time I have forgot,

in moments of grand delusion,

a magical epiphany,

time holds still for a second,

as it dances away with our dreams,

beautiful love entangled spider-webs,

catch visions for us to see,

they float like drops of Jupiter,

tho' we forget most everything.

love nest

love nest

seagreen eyes flutter like wings to a heart,

magically you appear,

stepless march to my thrown of love,

ageless time of yester-year,

most famous love account,

'tween a Queen and her enslaved,

softly utter simple words so true,

impaled by the endless shafts,

of only Cupid's bow

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News

A New Orleans police officer shot and killed an armed man on Bourbon Street early Sunday morning after the man fired shots at bouncers from a nearby club and at the officer.

Justin Schaubert, 25, of New Iberia, died of multiple gunshot wounds in the 500 block of Bourbon, said John Gagliano, chief investigator in the Orleans Parish coroner's office.
Schaubert was at the Bourbon Street Blues Company nightclub in the 400 block of Bourbon when he was asked to put a shirt on, said Officer Hilal Williams, a New Orleans Police Department spokeswoman. He was told that he would be ordered to leave the club if he did not do so.
Schaubert pulled out a gun and left the nightclub, Williams said. Bouncers chased him into the 500 block of Bourbon, where they tried to catch him for police.
At 3:44 a.m., Schaubert fired at the bouncers, grazing one in the back of the head, Williams said. When an NOPD officer intervened, Schaubert fired in the direction of the policeman. Officer Brian Bordes returned fire, striking Schaubert.
Schaubert died at the scene. Gagliano said the autopsy results would not be ready until today, and he could not confirm how many times Schaubert was shot or where he was shot.
The 33-year-old bouncer who was hit was treated at a local hospital and released Sunday, Williams said. Later Sunday, he declined to give his name or comment, saying that NOPD asked him not to talk to the news media.
The Bourbon Street Blues Company's management also declined comment.
Bordes will be placed on administrative reassignment pending a review by the Public Integrity Bureau, Williams said. After the investigation is completed, the findings will be handed over to the district attorney's office for review.
Homicide detective Sgt. Jimmie Turner is in charge of the investigation.
The Sunday shooting was the second on Bourbon this weekend. A nonfatal double shooting occurred late Friday night in the 100 block.

What is the world coming to?

What is the world coming to?

    I was on Bourbon Street this weekend. A guy I know is getting married, so, he opted to do his bacheloer party on Bourbon Street. Since the majority of our "entourage" is from New Orleans, or near by, it really is no big deal. Yeah, I know, there is only one Bourbon Street. But, that's not the point. I have been walking the French Quarter for most of my natural born life. My first memory of Bourbon is walking down it when I was about 5 years old. Of course I was with my parents and sister! But, my first recollection is spotting "Big Daddy's". For those of you who don't know, Big Daddy's was the first bar to open after Hurican Katrina! That's right! Generator in the alley-way and all. Big Daddy's is actually the oldest strip club on Bourbon, or so that is what I've been told. Anyway, as I gazed thru the dark, tinted, window, I can remember feeling this, I don't know...feeling! I couldn't see anything that was going on, but, it was the idea of wondering what was going on in there. It must have been mid-morning. Probably around 10 a.m. A lot of visitors or tourists hang out on Bourbon Street all day. They only shut the bars down from about 6 a.m. till 7 a.m.. That way they can hose the vomit down the drain, fill their beer coolers, and go to the bank. But, back to that feeling I was trying to describe. It was that first rush I ever had; knowing that I was doing something wrong, or, thinking I was. Although five-years old, that mechanical leg partially hanging from the roof, swinging back and forth, isn't hard to read. I mean, it's the universal language. Even if you can't say your a,b,c's. As my father was picking me up and my mother was screaming, "Ace, don't look in their!", an old man walking by, stopped, and grinned. He said, "boy, don't worry, you will get your fill of Bourbon Street soon enough!"  That man was Carlos Marcella. The notorious mafia boss who supposedly was behind the J.F.K. assasination. He owned a bar near that spot in the 1970's. I know this is fact now because my boss actually worked on the gaming board with him in the 70-80's. My father looked at him and said, "well hopefully he won't get his fill!". Mr. Marcello replied, "Aww! Don't worry! The quarter is perfectly safe these days!" Well, over the last 30-plus years, that simple fact has dwindled away. The quarter is basically surrounded by government housing or projects. In those projects, we have some of the most cold-hearted murderers in the world.
At about midnight, as I was yawning, walking out of the "Famous Door", a shot rang out! We all heard a loud groan or moan from the bouncer standing at the entrance way of the next bar. He crumpled over and fell to the ground. The street scattered, and the night air was filled with anxiest! A couple of guys in our group were cops, and they immediately drew down on this guy waving his gun in the air. Then, two, big N.O.P.D. officers yelled, "Freeze!" Within milli-seconds, the perp was dead, laying on his back. He was laying not that far from the spot I stood at nearly 32 years prior. Without hesitation, the biggest of the two police officers, turned and shouted, "LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ALL OF YOU! IF YOU COME TO THE QUARTER WANTING TO POP OFF A ROUND, KNOW THAT 12 MORE WILL COME BACK TO YOU!" The guy, who was now dead, couldn't have been more than 25 years old. I'm no stranger to violence, but, I was kind of taken back for a moment. It put's things into perspective for me. My father's words ring true. "HOPEFULLY, HE WON'T GET HIS FILL!"  Well Pop, I have had my fill.

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hunger-strike

hunger-strike

harbor me, like mother did,
when I was a child,
keeping hunger and pain at bay,
saltine crackers and a smile,
peace of mind,
and understanding,
of those things I yet to know,
as I priotitize what is most important,
before I have to go,
so I can harbor those,
who mean so much to me,
in turn they'll harbor theirs,
a good cycle that is meant to be.

timely call of a better soul

timely call of a better soul

never enough to fill my cup,

yet it runneth over,

to blame myself is suspect,

too much is never enough,

a thirst that cannot be quenched,

indulgence is a must

Un-biased U.S.A. of old!

Un-biased U.S.A. of old!

    I have been on blog.it for about a year now and have never ventured out of my poetry blog. So, I decided to jump into another topic. Anyways, I am usually a sucker for getting into political debates, but recently have got away from that particular subject. I figured there is no good reason to argue with people that have different beliefs or values than I do. Who am I to judge? But, one thing people should really think about before getting into one of these types of debates, is to know where he/she stands. When I say stands, I mean, to know why he/she calls themself a democrat, republican or independent. I grew up in the extreme south and have found that a lot of my beliefs and values are rooted to that of my father, mother and other family members of mine. Recently, I started evaluating those beliefs and values and applying them to my life. I AM A HYPOCRITE! As is most politicians! In a nutshell, as a thirty-something year old man, who grew up an hour south of New Orleans, La, I have recently learned it's a very good idea to take a personal inventory, periodically. I believe ALL of us should evaluate our lives. After we do and once this fact of life is digested, the sooner we can move forward and be comfortable about taking a stance in our troublesome, but wonderful nation.
    In short, don't claim you are a "RIGHT-WING, HARD-CORE, CONSERVATIVE, REPUBLICAN", yelling, "PRO-LIFE", while listening to Rush, yet, you have been collecting unemployment for the last year-and a half and don't know the difference between the Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution. This may get you in a bind if you choose to debate someone on a political issue. On the other hand, don't claim to be a "BLEEDING-HEART, LEFT-WING, LIBERAL DEMOCRAT", screaming, "GLOBAL WARMING & TAX THE UPPER-CLASS"!!; then, get into your Hummer and drive to your C.P.A.'s office to drop off your mileage log, so you won't get a 1099 form at the end of they year.
    Once we, as Americans, get off the fringes of the far-right and the far-left, and realize who we really are (regardless of how that makes us feel), the sooner we can meet in the middle and come to common ground on the issues that mean the most!

Tru-Verdict!

True-Verdict!

Between watching Investigative Discovery Channel and the "popular murder trials" being publicized on t.v., I have finally realized one-truth in my 37 years. The internet should be the jury for these trials. Why couldn't we, the internet, be given this crucial evidence or lack there of, and be allowed to vote to come up with a verdict? I have never been on jury duty, but, I am so confused on how these people can reach verdicts that set murderers free. I understand that media has a strong role in presenting or setting up the fall for some of these people, but, c'mon! A mother killing her daughter? Forensic evidence not allowed in the courtroom? An officer in the Army shooting and killing multiple people and wounding dozens, while sreaming..."Praise be to ALA? Should these people really have a trial? I have to agree with China's procedures on the death penalty regarding psycho-paths or socio-paths. When it's all said and done, mail the cost of the bullet that is used to put these people in the ground, to the surviving members of the family that is responsible for these horrible crimes. The average time a person sits on death-row in China? 1-week!!! Their last meal? Bread and water!  As I write this, I look over and gaze at my beautiful wife and children and pray with all my heart, that I will never have to deal with an atrocity like some people have to. May God bless those who suffer from the lost of these untimely deaths. And God's speed to justice. For GOD will have the final, TRUE-VERDICT!