"My Hero" - Poem by Blakqcue Ice

Being a dark cloud,
Even a blind man
See me by sight
Of feeling me...

Who will I follow?
clouded
By this excruciating  pain.
Sawing a thin line,

Between a tear and a smile...
No hugs, no kisses, only
Reminiscing  good time
I never had...

Future so bleak dark,
Like the other
Side of the moon..
But it shines too...

Who is so spectacular,
Like bing bang theory,
To Unfolding greater
Than an unstable sea...

So I can hold his hand,
And be so free indeed
Like a baby's giggle!!!
a Melody so magical pure...

I want to be? too,
In fact I want to.
Feel the morning after,
Of my pain and tear...

Being an example,
Of a lost child...
In my mind? i see heaven.
By my eyes, I see tormented land.

Some fell, they became
Dusty, others fall they became
Demons then I fell, became
No one.

Spirit twisting n turning,
Feeling am falling, in a man hole..
Heart pounds, more than thousand
People frighten, when he did visit

I mean the spirit of the son,
Those who have them,
Let them hear, that I say,
The spirit of the son .

His essence tame my tongue
To be commander of my thoughts.
My ears paints my heart.
My eyes clouds my path.

He build more bread crumb thoughts.
More lingering than the details of
 my first kiss. blue prints,
Of my secret of being me. more freely
Like secret thoughts that you entertain
That you will never say,

Am constructively calm.
Collectively calculating
 tongue tide...

As my taste bites dance,
Realising what they call words.
mind spice it up creating
Metaphors ..

As they diffuse to the being's heart.
Where the spirit reside.
Where starvation devours.
Where his essences manoeuvres

Glowing. leading am  following
From physical to spiritual
Becoming salt infact immortal
Being infinite am I numbers

Weapons can be crafted
By diablo or foe for my demise
Yet I dine in the scout
Of my adversary

Mind body and spirit is one
I am the combination
Of legends in one
As birth and death

Are one
His essence is engraved
In my thoughts to my acts
Boosting in my weakness

Just a mile left to reach his
Excellence, my short comings,
Leaks . when am
 Quenched by his abundant love .

Through me, his reflection breathes
Does he emerges?
The one you call Zorro
Oh sorry man, I mean your hero?

Peace.


#Blakcque ice
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