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Yours Truly

There’s no sense 
In me loving you now
For the most of many days
I’m right here with you

For the reason
That old men know not 
The difference in wrong and right
The courtesy of my songs 
Has been driven polite 
For days in this night I couldn’t sleep 
Subsequent to headaches too hard to keep
Up an down this avenue 
Sometimes it’s the wrong wishes  
That are constantly grabbing you
Selfishly I’m never tired
Weary, I grow unwired
I know you think I’m lost 
No where to go
So it appears I’m chasing ghost
And these days everything seems scandalous
Out for every penny
It appears we lost a few too many
But don’t turn your back on the boulevard
As children
Days at a time we used to play in the yard
But you got to make a living 
So a brother’s on the re-up 
For the national guard
And my luck in this time is past par
And these days 
Everybody seems to know my name
Here, still I’m barely standing
So I hit the scene like celebrity
And you could see my followers 
Gather the fallen pieces of me
And though the past years been 
Like a step child grounded to the attic
Simply hella dramatic
I guess we have to move past it 

No need in loving me now 
I’m nearly gone 
For the most of many days
You were right here  with me


Time In a Bottle

As the seas carry my cargo and I to different shores I wait,
Waiting for someone to release me from my burden.
Days drift by listless in the ambience of light and dark returning,
The skies change from blue to a Smokey gray overhead.
Waves crash against me, water engulfs me, but I maintain integrity.
A myriad of hulls splash by, pushing me aside.
Why, my cargo is precious and weighs lightly?
Passengers slowly cling to me, barnacles and algae hide my glow.
Woe seeps into my gleam as I lay on my side,
If only a rest on a shore or on a deck to ease my ever weakening self.
Like a mother my burden is protected until birth, 
Though with the birth goes my death, like that of my brothers.
Fear creeps in that I might break under extreme elements.
The stars change and drift as I do in a sea of black, they too must be like me
Waiting for the chance to relieve our burdens.
The sands come closer and closer, sometimes scraping against my body.
One day I will be found, hands will grasp, and carry me home.

Edge of Reason

I stand in the middle of contorted cross roads
There I have to make a choice of where I go
Nothing is clear and all is bleary
There are no signs, just the constant unknowing
The bellowing wind of utter dryness

And so I stand, waiting for me to make a choice
All I can do, Is wish I could fly away
Run away from these choices,these decisions 
And the constant nagging of time behind my back

Which way should I go
Should I even bother standing up
The worry of what I shall become, where I shall end up
It is behind me all the time
Begging for enlightenment

I stand in the middle of a contorted cross road
And there I have to make a choice of where I go
So I look behind me, to my left, to my right and before me
With nothing to guide me
And so I take a step.....
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Over a Coarse of Time

Seems I’ve reminisced 
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures 
Of a sainted veil 
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort 
That refuses to chill
Let your thoughts rest 
On an old lads chest 
Considering the circumstances
If we make it 
We can all attest 
And adore this political mess 
If not then as victims of stress 
Unblessed in this planet 
Of slanted chess
We’ll confess

Another night
Another days passes 
Do you find it lovely 
How nothing ever last
But many men have cured
Their fascination 
Of becoming non minute men
Flawed by incarceration
Deep within the dungeons 
Of a  softer conscience
In irregular form
A veteran lies victim
Of defeated white blood cells
Unresponsive 
A child with no home 
And swollen tonsils 
The dark settles 
Flashbacks meddle 
Trouble around the corner 
As a lunch line unveils 
Never was a fighter 
Just a swinger 
As I found myself catapulted against 
The cafeteria wall
The integrity 
My sucker punch instilled 
Broken glass jaws 
Over a 4th grade meal
Or mainly just an individual 
Twice the size of me 
With an inability to feel
I sat still 
As the principal sought 
A stern punishment
Not as astonished with 
The other kids compliments
For my stomach ache
From a lack of warm condiments 

Moral of the story  is 
I was fighting then
I’m still fighting now
Obstacles tend to ware me down
The inexperience of my peers 
Seem to no longer enlighten me now
Have to find new ways to learn
Or disappear into the unclear
Fatigued as a writer
Tend to want to touch on subjects 
Closer to lighter
Symptoms of a September baby
A Virgo born of a harlot 
With nine children unknown 
A none buffalo soldier
A phantom on a Harley
The ghost of Robert Marley
An astronaut in my younger years
Screaming for Apollo thirteen
As the thunder neared 
Off my coarse of inspiration 
I veered
Form: Ballad

-the Struggle-

( From The Looking Back Series):

The struggle which battles within
grows stronger in me by the day.
Should I choose the dark path of sin
or heed the true words of the Way ?

You might think the choice is clear
if you've seen my life thus far.
The choice to live is so near,
writing these lines in my car.

Yet I have clearly known the meaning
of the deep,dark night of my soul
where desires outside the will of God
seem to me an attainable goal.

Still, my heart moves on to please God
as I yet listen for His Word,
to find the paths I once had trod,
to hear the voice I once had heard.

And God it is alone who knows
my beginnings from my end.
The choice I make in time will show
unto whom my knee will bend.



Douglas L. Ace
Form: Rhyme


Temptress of Time

As a consequence of a daydream
(Once again I could not slumber !) 
the muse has swept in took my hand
has an idea ! A tricksters plan …


Pondering the stars
as you wander in
Dream pushing and
prodding all 
my whims
but your visage 
took reason
threw me on the ground 
made me wake 
look all around


“You rock with the hand of ages
Roll on the will of the gods”
your form 
isn’t of our realm
but is a fold of never
an open page of maybe
all around me
a reach away
I swear
feeling you
I am


Oblivious
to the
deeper meaning 
for you 
passing days
have no form
as my heart leaps
we be coupled 
infinity beckons
a bustling room
to the love 
and luster
that is you


Making me shiver
the wanton disregard
depraved indifference
a thrust of tomorrow
the end of a beginning
temptress of time
flitting in 
and flying away
never far to stray


Never still long 
trouble wont find her
no earthly thing
could ever bind her
eternity paid
her forever wing
she is the song
cherubs sing


My enemy
and friend in one mold
a companion freely
Time has me in her hold …
me

My Surrender

Make me go to sleep 
Make me close my eyes 

As I take some time 
I surrender my habits 
Bless the lender 
of my worn fabrics 
Just once more 
a peaceful day, what a delight 
A soothing melody 
buries the night 

Make me go to sleep 
Make me close my eyes 

Does it feel like prison? 
For I cannot remove you from my thoughts 
If you will listen 
Your kindness burns my scars 
Like crystals of salt 
As I lay ill sipping this pure life 
I only ask 
How much more can you endure my wife? 

Make me go to sleep 
Make me close my eyes 

If you can bring me to my knees 
I am yours 
If not 
I remain a lost soul at another door 
I live life ugly, give me death 
I laugh at strangers 
In one final gasp
I am Your Saddened Angel 

Make me go to sleep 
Make me close my eyes

"Sunday wine & rewrites"

Too Far Near For Change

Don’t you see where you are 
There was a time you wouldn’t tolerate
People thinking for themselves
You pass your judgments
And you made decisions to never last 

You were the dominant voice
The ideology behind every mans choice  
You believed in what you knew 
And you knew no more than what you were told

We’ve come too far near for change

You were the leader
You were a generation of unopposed cheaters
You assassinated 
You told stories of finer fabrication

You fought for patriotism, you fought for pride
Seldom did you put your integrity aside
You made no rights to be considered civil
You preyed on anyone who was thought to be liberal

You expressed your Marxist theories
You denied the working class it’s values
You sat me on the back of the bus
You told your children to fear me

We’ve come too far near for change

You formed conglomerates
And biased political party’s 
In 63 you showed very little sympathy
Oh how you shook the wind from me 

You told me I was only a third of a person
You scolded that my days  would worsen
You defined anti-Semitism in less than four years
And before this, you path a trail of tears

Walk with me this way
You know things will not be okay
God bless a cease fire
For a present day Vietnam provokes war this day

We’ve come too far near for change

So mothers and children
Fathers and  pilgrims
Settle the sky’s 
For there are no frontiers left to pry 

The rivers in which you wade 
Have been drained too tire
From a followers coming of age 
Script your life, live your days 
Press your quill to this page

Is this what you ask for
A patent at your door
No more Marconi’s 
No more hero’s or displeasures
Only a world lost and lonely 

Are we too far near for change

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You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth,                                  
You coddled me: YOU covered me in dirt; anticipating my birth.
I put nature’s warm blanket of  fluffy, crisp, snow over my head.
Crawl into a fetal position, and for the duration of winter I go to bed.

Springtime comes, I awake, stretch little arms Towards a yellow strobe.
I feel a warmth from this far away, high in the sky; Brilliant Globe.
I wriggle newborn tiny toes, in the cool, moist, ground; each one grows.
The warm breeze, moves my sapling arms, the sun heats my shoots.
From a tiny, tiny acorn, to the Oak I will become; I can trace my  roots.

Through the years, YOU’VE nurtured me, I’VE grown tall and strong.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter the rain sings to me; a sweet and loving song.
Fifty years Together : your old and I’m still young and in my Prime.
You rest in a Chaise lounge under my limbs : Shade in the Summer Time.
Form: Rhyme

In This Lifetime

I need you in my arms
I need you by my side
I will cause you no harm
Understand my pain
"Only in this lifetime"

Along this path 
I was absorbed through misery
I became known as 
What you all call today 
An outcast
In all my words 
What would make you think
You couldn’t come to me 
I’ll do all I can for you
I have fallen from grace
So I can no longer adore truth
Right or wrong, for better or worse
I could never leave you without a home
I try to do more good than terrible 
But these are times of Paine
And they make life unbearable
All kinds of suffrage in this living
Find someone to be there
Better times to envision

These overshadowing events 
and circumstances 
Shape us into the individuals 
We might one day grow to be 
You say you’re making it
I’ve grown to become a college brat
I too am surviving
Maybe one of us 
Will one day relax upon a better day
Other than that
There’s no wishing this weather away
How can I be what was never taught
The personality I sold 
Was the image you all bought
And if I don’t fare through the night
It doesn’t mean it wasn’t a fair fight
Days I could see myself 
Through your eyes
As a child flying a kite
So smile things will be alright

In a stand still moment
You ran away from home
Ambitious and following 
The wrong scent
In depth I think
So my thoughts 
Seem to rush the children away
It’s not that I preach
But I can’t afford to lose 
So I push the obvious Pilgrim away
Gone silent, visually awry
Awaiting an angel to call me
Witnessed my shadow
Fall not far from me 
Sympathetic exposure 
Amidst the thunder and clouds
Is it okay to wonder aloud 
Did I bring us 
The worst of you and me
On my knees 
I need your arms around me once more
A pint of Evan Williams by my side 
Did I become vulnerable
Me or you whom shall we grieve
Don’t you wish things were wonderful
On my last stance 
Until then and perhaps
This old man’s back may collapse
Takes a breath, for he’s not leaving
He relapses and keeps breathing
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