Tribute Poem from Seth Belsey - Ace’s Brother in Law

Ace Rizzle Rock

What Up Y’all!

 Ace is in the place.

We feel him …… and wish we could squeeze him one more time

He’s with us in Word…..and he always had the perfect thing to say

It’s been heartening to hear all the perfect words said for him today

I’ve wondered so many things since he left..

Is this a plan

Was this his plan

Divine man with a divine plan

Or Clandestine Destiny

 Do you know the god Woden’s son died by being pierced with Mistletoe

Ace found a sweetness in longing and yearning, and said peace with a kiss

 When I was in Rolf school, I was asked once what I thought was up with Ace.  I said, I believe his skin is on too tight.  But that was a symptom not a cause.  Now I know that his Soul was simply too big for his body.

There was a hunger for Love and Rhythmic Beauty in the depths of his Spirit.

And is there anything more satisfying than:

Soul Nourishment

It’s Soul Significant

Soul Unusual

Soul Mysterious

Soul Incredible

 The Soul celebrates, for what is not born, never dies

 I love that photo of young Ace in cowboy boots on his tricycle

Big Boy

Big Wheels

Superman Cape

Big Feels

I picture Ace following his own line drawn direction into existence

Yes, over time the edges yellowed and crinkles did appear

But the eraser still remarked, there’s nothing to undo here.

We’ve been looking through his portfolio, and he kept some drawings from when he was a kid. 

I like the thought that he knew that he had created a treasure from his chest.

 Ace the Artist created from passion and pressure.  Late nights and sacrifice. 

He often did it the Hard Way, but he never wanted us to feel or take it the hard way.

Raspy Rascal

Ritalin me this

Sight for Monte Sore Eyes

Bouncing muse, Cherished and Bruised

Biochemically focused, mental hocus pocus

Future Self took a Toke

3rd eye winked at the joke

Now I want to know, does an Angel have to step out for a smoke?!

Ace of all suits played the hand he was dealt

He was a Real One

Touch of Class in saggy pants

Misty flipping misanthrope

Shell toed minstrel

Alliterative Allegorical Alex

Ever seen, Ever dream, Ever lean, Ever team, Never mean with Clever esteem,

that’s our Mr. Evergreen

 We offer you our tears to purify the wounds, and more tears towards life’s secrets and hidden things.  Our tears unite us in this moment and float our broken hearts to you in Heaven.

We offer you our smiles and Thank you for all the True caring Love moments

Smiles for every self portrait hung upside down

Smiles for a Lion with a crown.

Smiles knowing we will be together again.

Smiles for Family, Friendship and Oneness, Amen.

~Seth Belsey