Black jack is the name, and reality is the game.
Are people portrayed the same,
Or deluded to shameless aim?

It's about reel faces playing with real faces.
Hollywood dealing with race cards,
And face cards with ace cards!

As always Asian played by Caucasians,
No reel characters play the real characters,
Just twisted wasted reels upon reels!

Accomplishment mostly unknown,
Untapped or justified of truth of reality!

Who truly budget loan,
And then own or understanding tone choosing celebrities.

When we try to be one,
Consider to be none,
Legality own,
But seperate us by tone.

Yet Hollywood take away accomplishment
Setting their standards of establishment,
Dividing among us with resentment,
Without monetary replenishment.

This is about races, and faces, and those who play with aces.
Hollywood casting basis, dream chases, forgotten winning cases!
Because reel faces are not real races.

The church field trip led to the most beautiful presence,
The elegance protrude by the sweet scent.

I dared not moved so hastily,
I dared not the red!

Glanced by the peripheral eye lids,
The red beckoned the thumping beats within my chest!

A visual decor permeates from the illuminating of the perfect circle,
And my inner most demon want to ravage it!

I wanted to devour every essense of the crescent,
Becoming one with red.

I slightly move forward so no eyes may pry onto my movement,
Like an orchestra moved to one trumpet to a violin scurry along.

Finally came side by side of the precious glimmer of the curves,
And moved my hand to palm the red's grace on the tilt of it's end.

I open wide to cusp my mouth to bite deep into it's brilliance,
In my teeth feeling the liquid and crunchy of it's body!

Sour taste of salt expand a vigor of darkness cover my mouth,
I look at the apple's plate beneath me read " Ida Red!"

Water upon my eyes,
No longer can chew any further,
I simply shallowed the chunk in my throat!  

"Your elegance beckon me red, but in the end, you have seduced me to bitterness!"

I dared, Idared, ida red!

As I held my iPad to pull my airfare information,
The sudden blood rush pass through my senses,
as I glimpse fellow travelers in the airport.

It is this feeling of adventure knowing I would never know these strangers,
but the ideal we share a moment to explore another place profoundly echoes the inner child in me.

It's like a candy in the mouth or a very fine wine,
as I look through the plane window of the vast clouds,
And gasp as the jet takes off taking my nerves into a new height.

While my ear drums felt the extreme pressure begged to swallow my spit,
This feeling of exploring explode my emotions with uncontrollable excitement.

I just want to jump and do hundred push ups as the plane lands,
Because you felt this cramp like you were packaged in a box in the flight,
And now you are free to move and speed walk to your next destination!

When I arrive at the hotel,
The sudden desire to take a nap take place from the jet lag,
Since all your senses took an over charge!

You know adventure was just a beginning,
Because now you are in the nation's Capitol,
And there isn't enough time to explore everything in DMV!

Viscus stream viscous,
Heart to roots and branches of vessels.

Visceral nature vaporized,
While grains and sand disperse to stir yet another pyramid covered in dune.

Vipers show vicious fangs,
As the tide shelter and nurture rain drops upon the vegetation

Vilified to venerated,
So fogged forest of moonlight howl it's innocence.

Veer away vexed motions,
And free from the desire untamed nor untapped.

Vein to vessels,
As the crimson dawn awaken within you!

One can not be happy if they choose to be unhappy,
And life is too **** short to stay unhappy!

If you aren't happy with where you stand,
Then do something with your ill fated happiness.

For no one can make your happiness come true,
Until you act upon your will to be happy!

As the pages slide to yet another yonder of canvases,
one can only ponder upon the seared images of the past smiles.  

Nothing was ever so evident as to where the dices rolled,
but it was certain to land in the mist and shadows of hues!

In youth I would have shook by the self casted shadows,
but the silence of the nights dissipated smoke to clarity.

One does not lose everything to stay at the bottom,
for falling so low would only move to elevate and progress.

Even if you fall and break every piece of your bones,
what does not flatline your pulse will bring you back rebuilt!

So sail like the adventurer, or pioneers who would ***** a temple upon the new world ripe for a firm grasp.

For no one was ever worthy to prescribe a gift of life,
but to dare dream and articulate your envisioned pages of future.