Absent Minded
Four Kings and an Ace
At this endless poker game
I sit at the table of perception
Stalked by these demons
of the wars of my fathers
and they spek to me
as if i was a cartomancer
and could divine the cards
Each suit with a lesson
each message more bizarre
each messenger of war and love and hate
a demon among the hearts of men
and i sit here at the table
wondering about this ace
Four of a kind
but they are each individual
no one pays any attention to the Ace
so that is the ghost writer prophets perfect disguise
and as the kings of the wars of our fathers slide
The ace is hidden
the Ace is disguised
But what ace do i hold?
Is it the ace of good tidings
of child birth and new relationships
and boundless love
like that of the hearts?
Is it the spades of struggle and animosity
leaving me to take my turn crying
from all the shame and misery
and paranoia of possible defeat
so i sit at the table worried of the royal flush?
Is it the ace
of growth and development
prosperity and enterprise
like that of the clubs
of creativity and inspiration
that lifts me up above it all
beyond the four kings?
Is it the ace of diamonds
leaving my feet on the ground
and thinking of practicalk things?
thinking of money and nature
and the ways of the world and how everything truly comes together to work?
The demons of the four kings
shuffle around the ace
and do their own thing
the ace influences each king
but whiuch ace am i?
am i a fifth element an element of surprise
Am i a magician
with the craft all figured out
knowing that the possibilities are there
and i have my craft near perfection
and if i can bear the message and life lessons
i will be a builder of houses of dreams
and make beautiful things of memory
so when i ask these four kings of the wars of our fathers
whats in their hands?
if they answer
a coin
a sword
a wand
or a cup
I play my ace
or my trump card
and then i laugh
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Four Kings and an Ace
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