So let us speak plainly now…together
Just this one forever, again
Abound is a metaphor long forgotten
Momentarily mystifying enchantments
Interlocking bittersweet ballet
Held merely with theories of strings
Spinning within missing seconds
Enveloped by contemplation chaos
Into webs of impossible daydreams
Tasteless are such words delivered
Lost on ears deaf to comprehension
Catapult genuineness until hubris fades
Holdfast to chivalry unto death of self
Carry the wisdom of those older
With the fear of those younger
Be true to more than anyone expects
No story is written, but continually forged

I shall sing you a song of a tiny regale,
A time long ago
The oddest of tales
No one living should know

It starts with a man
Lightly soiled; rather plain
Now come to think of it
It may end quite the same

For a man is a rock, and often equally smart
But there are rare situations
Where on the brink of frustration,
In a fit of animalistic display

…There is a thought…

"Is there a chance this worry is for not?
Was I merely the destruction from the very start?
The entire reason I was falling apart,"
An egotistical mechanism, distraught…

Yet strange are the times they see their own ways
Stumbling aimless testosterone induced haze
How would most do in a maze sniffing cheese
Complex thinking reducing them to knees

Sad is the captivated moment
When there is nothing left to feel
Even sadder is the second
When a soul forgets how to heal…

Capillaries so ready for bursting, pure excitement that a blood is thirsting.
Exhilaration no closer than before, the feeling that you are always wanting more.
The thought of her sight fills me with pure anticipation, to which there is never enough accumulation!

Pretend piety,
Of the temporary variety,
Placed in a shine of "I am better than you high society".

Your words are intelligent,
Your words hold weigh,
But my sentiment makes your feeble words tremble and shake.

It has taken years of mental *******,
To develop the concentration,
To compose these compilations of rhythmic translations!

You think you are the victor,
You feel you have won,
But this is no mere battle, it's a ******* war...son...your pain has just begun.

Because we don't need five minutes alone,
To crush any poem,
But reaching the masses and in between is where, I, call home.

Love and pain are parts of the game, but so are other emotions,
So merely beware, your pen must dip a little deeper into far vaster oceans,
If you think you can contend to my level or quotient...

My friend....

Blown right into pieces like sand between my fingers.
Dig deeper into the land where course foundations may linger.
Steadfast into darkness where the truest hold the light.
First to bare the soul's inner flame to forge the greatest fight.
How can we soar if we never fail a dream.
The brightest stars are always best when they focus their beam.
Bringing illumination into a darkness that only rejects.
Holding on to wisdom leaving stifling regrets.
Reborn in a hue that had gone astray.
Breaking the shell to see the light of a new dawning day.

Loved, loving, a loved one's light,
at times taken all to quickly in the night.

The stress of a burden can never compare,
to losing a light, making this earth a little more bare.

So easily a light is taken by one who is so without feeling and cold at heart.....
but the warmth in us will destroy the soul that tries to tear us apart.

We bleed,
we break,
we tremble,
we shake,

But we have spirits your bullets can never take,
for the love we have is not to forsake.

Humanity, to which we adhere, to which you defile and betray,
there will come a time when you will receive the fate you lay.

It is not from hatred, but pity in your actions,
We cannot understand why you would destroy such innocent hearts of passion.

So for you we lack compassion....and now you will fear our actions!!

In the confines of my mind, I cascade through time in way that is hard to define. Cascading through fire and transpire to a higher level, which shows my desire. The story of my life is not a gun or a knife, it's the fight for wrong, when all around me is right. Fight the monotony of the inner psychology that removes us hypnotically from the ties of duality.

            Being confident is not the same as a bully, cause aggression is not a scapegoat for ignorance, it's the aptitude of your patheticness. The coincidence of that ignorance is the submissiveness of a society that is blinded by fashion and ****** brain ******* **** tube of a generation. But the subduction of concussion that wears away at our minds makes us merely pawns in a sick kids game.

            Then cascade through dreams to find impossible things, and life, which we affectionately create with style that holds weight like one of the great lakes, but holds you in your place cause ignorance is your fate regardless of what pain you take. People are stupid!

            Is fate so often redefined by the curiosity of the mind, but your cloud will never move any faster, it's not the path that you take, it's the feelings you find along the way that define it. Emotions are transparent in the catastrophe of the spirit as you search for the meaning in your screams and sorrow, forever! But smile, "because ignorance is bliss"….

Swam these waters,
Tasted these dreams,
Felt these desires,
Wasted in screams,
Loved in excitement,
Pleasured by pain,
Torn from contentment,
Feeling so strange,
Embraced in memories,
Hidden from regrets,
Laced in elegances,
Hoping to forget,
Kept from decisions
Held in distension,
Caged by emotions,
World of retentions,
All in the scope of the minds most curiously created contention.

Memories hang like pictures in synaptic hallways of electricity,
Waiting for a sound or smell to release their authenticity.

Flowers in the wind to oceans run ashore off in the distance, hard to fight a flood when we have no built resistance.

Can you smell the cherished past that hides inside the smoke, do you feel your childhood when the softest silk is stroked.

Fall into a daydream of times that have gone by, to live within the moment that often makes us cry.

To miss the ones forgotten in gentle summer breeze, caress the textured stone as we once again greet them on our knees.

But they are never lost for we are always tethered, trapped inside our minds in the pathways of forever.

Starring at the barren, scorched earth we leave,
little by little our humanity we cleave.

Until there is nothing but a void of black,
a mentality for which there is no coming back.

How can we say we learned from the past,
when those very things that divide us never pass.

We steal away for better days,
yet drifting into feeling that we should raze.

All of the troubles that keep us in fear,
to fight for change that is so near.

How can we count on better days,
when everything we are inside is thrown away.

In favor of a life with less compassion,
for a style that rejects the humbled masses.

If our future is still envisioned in the path we walk,
it's most direr to find a way to peacefully talk.

For the road we paved is of demise,
to a future our heart will simply despise.

Born to feed off negativity stream
Lost in never ending bigoted themes
Screaming how others are trapped in ego
Void of compassion for what others know
Weary of ideas not tied to monotheistic views
Fighting to keep a narrative set in wood pews
Yet prizes are kept in the eye of the beholder
Looming is the truth like a giant boulder
Held by falsehoods so feeble in design
Invisible to a world that is ignorantly sublime
Where does one look for a light that is unseen
When all that we know seems like a polluted dream
So pillars of truth are built by those with solid mind
Never turn down by those blinded by hatred for all time

A Gladius in one hand, leather on the handle amalgamates with weathered epidermis as if together for so long, there is no real division between one and the other. A Parmula in the other,  the protector, second appendage aside a most ravenous blade. Muscles so tense, nerve endings burst with electrical energy, capturing the spirit of the terrible beast within the man, nay, the Gladiator.

The beast tightens his foothold into the sand, raging strength forcing down, sand pressured through each phalanges as if water through a spout. Positioning each arm carefully and with the intent of maximizing damage and avoiding attacks, through cunning and powerfulness, designing death with each glare of the field. His focus, that of the hawk in the hunt or the statesmen in great debate...calculating all the angles, possibilities, and outcomes, defining his moment in time before ever even arriving there, his blood pumps.

The blood courses through his veins like molten hot lava from the core of Mount Vesuvius, ready to feed the vicious requirement of vigor needed to drive the man beyond men, who means to deliver the utmost devastating horror unto the flesh of other just as ferocious men, but none that contend. The strength of ages shown in the ripples of a warrior's poetic mastery to human excellence within war, for the ruthless decimation of human parts in a most savage fashion.

The shattered Gladiator takes that last few seconds, those trice right before battle
......where all time ceases......
To look down at the blood pumping harmoniously through veins before his eyes, he thanks the gods for his passion, power, and even his demise...and at that moment of singularity, he can hear his very blood in motion, as if all the world is silent, even against the crowds of the Coliseum that rival the sound of ten thousand heavy armored horse in full charge crashing lines of men
.......yet he can hear the breath pass his lips, as he breathes that last easy air of peace.    
      
As the opponents he means to send to the afterlife enter into their final space of rest, the roar begins to shake the sands at the suspect of impending death. The Gladiator sees each lusting harder than the other at the thought of his murderous actions given as the sport of all. Loving the blissful pleasures of watching him extinguish the light in men's eyes at his most arrogant time, all in name of a game. The Gladiator clinches his teeth in great anticipation, as the Roman speaks in foreign words which requires a submissive bow, and an utterance of a silly vow, which has no meaning.

And despite his many occasions in this very situation, there is still no greater sensations then when hardened metals smash together in the most destructive manner, setting the sounds alight that is music to the ears of a monstrous warrior who dances with death so often, he has learned to avoid the steps, more often leading, for skills that are the best, and death has all but removed him from his list...

Save a tiny little cyst in his hypothalamus.....he would have never died in battle.

Blossoms of cordial feelings so blissfully divine
Ones that hold tight minutes in time
When worlds come shattering down
When solitude is all around
The warmth of a friendly hug
The infinity of a mother's love
Felt in the words we choose to relay
Or smelt in the depth of a bouquet
We cannot predict future ticks on a clock
But certainly filling curiosity's thoughts
Distance instants a stare a smile in the eye
Share a brain, share a set, and share a look in a starry sky

Steel are the lines trapped in the faces once lost
Seldom seen or heard but felt stolen in a cost
As is the tree, always bound to the dirt
So is the soul, to the feelings it has hurt

One can run from the soul’s inner reflections
Yet the soul lacks being whole to this direction
For light sees truths where dark may simply not
Neither forces recruitment as each soul’s battle is fought

Difficult to see the victor when the war rages on
One may never see until the light is almost gone
Yet the darkness can never **** brightness in light
Because one without the other is to never have the fight

Always held so strictly by placid imitations of divine
Visual master sickly to those who remain ever blind

Feed by egotistical mischief meant to nourish only descent
Relishing in despair as though only true pain is the intent

Bruised are these fake shells that fester from the inside
Never realizing that a soul does not have to sold to die

Yet trapped inside it's own cage as a maker of self ruin
Far too lost in the feeling of sinking teeth into another undoing

Captured by the gleaming point of rage
Held bleeding inside my hands
It has been so long since I have seen the sight
Not sure where my willpower stands*

I have wielded this beast so many times before,
Scars ripped from a past so deep, harder to ignore
Only sibling blood knows points of stress
Ones that raise anger when painfully depressed
Yet that never counted is a deeper cost
In the heat of a brother's battle… much is lost
Not merely the pain can you muster
But the cherishing love we used to foster
There was a time when you had woke the lion
But now wisdom sees how sad that you are trying
To provoke a beast that once nearly destroyed you
Soon you will see that patience is now my highest virtue
I hold all loving pity for your years of my caused pain
And I show you the greatest sympathy in my refrain
Because I will not give in and hurt my brother
Because I know that in your mind…you suffer.

Boiled blood will crystallize like razors in the veins, poison so uncivilized seeing kindness as so strange.

Attacking and belittling like a viper when they strike, pushing for the moment when a button says to fight.

So sad are poking prods forcing changes in emotion, the difference between hate and love is like a pond verse an ocean.

Always baiting kinder souls to break and cross that line, yet slithering into one that is worse will surely change the mind.

The only thing I ever missed
Was the softness of her kiss
The touch of her finger tips
The sway of pleated hips
The taste of her skin
Feeling her from within
The greatest emotion
Embraced in tender passion
Wanting to feel her heated breath
Push for more until there is nothing left
Nails drive so deeply in seeking
Gratification expressed so sweetly
When she lays gently beneath me
I know I am hers completely
Loving her tenderly till an end
Only to finally realize
It's merely a dream again...