There is a cancer in our society, eating us away.
A subtle scent, reeking from years of decay.
The quiet ghost of vast centarian proportions,
Grinding through time, a product of sin's vile contortions.
We struggle to thrive then live to get by,
But when so many rise and so many die,
The scent reaches the nostril of Him the most high.  
Pulling the trigger on a stomach of cess,
Trying to get buy, the few ignore the rest.
Principles have died and with them good deeds,
Sooner or later the last value standing is greed.

In a darker place, during a forgotten time,
A sanguine stain left on a tarnished mind.
Slivers and whispers, ghosts and demons,
Beyond the realm of consciousness, dormant sleepers.
In my dreams they arise complicating life,
Flashbacks slipping through, exposing machinations that are mine.
What to do, oh what to do?
How can I remember if these dreams are through?
The tears flow with ease, and the memories they are thick,
But as I reminisce, I forget, and the images fade quick.
Oh my God I beg you to help me see the light,
As this darkness descends, a tainted memory swallows my fright.
I wake up a new, but still scared of you.
When will I learn to force these dreams to subside?

Where do we go from here,
The end of summer again so near,
As luscious green turns to crimson red,
My eyes gaze forward towards the race ahead.
The berries ripen, as the mind depends,
On another chance to rebuild and again a chance to bend,
On steadier ground in a plentiful Land,
A new foundation for a newfound plan.
The voyager gazes, off the end of the dream,
Across the sea and recalls what he's seen.

I slipped away the other day and strolled towards the limelight.
To much dismay and most out of the way, this light it shined too bright.
If I could just get closer, by whatever means how,
I could achieve the spoils of success, and revel in the now.

Advance after advance, success after success,
One would think, naturally, to progress was the key to this mess.
Slowly but surely, my goals marked complete,
Yet these checks on a sheet kept bringing me to my knees.

What lay behind the light - a driving attraction,
Kept me bound and confused, a terrifying reaction.
The struggle to succeed, at least in my mind,
Was a self-perpetuating frenzy of competition against a future place in time.

To fail in a contest against another is but a minor setback.
But to lose the race against oneself is a tragic putrid poison, uneasy to extract.

However, by seeing the nature of this self race, and to resolve to love oneself in hate,
Is to admit defeat of one's own fate and accept a self deprecating loss.
Yet as one succeeds in short, they see the nature of their quest.
These goals I take and win today, I strive without a rest.
To reorient with happiness as the goal, is to accept the love within us all.

In constantly improving, your life stays moving,
But beware this pace, as to much disgrace,
This ambitious race may make you lose face.

To seek and to find is to reap and rewind;
When I succeed in my mind, my dreams they do not subside.
Something is burning, deep down inside,
Quietly yearning for a love lost in time.

As Hyacinth passed up on the one he loved, Rosebud cried in toil and crud.
Caught up in the nature of the game, eluded by fame - yet to oneself, he fell insane.

A fleeting whisp of eternal glory,
Developing the reflective protagonist in one's own story.
The heat and sun, describable only as warm,
Reflect youth in spirit, even when age's experience grows worn.

To subsist freely, unencumbered in an unworried state of time,
Already aware that this seasonal pleasure lies predominantly in the mind,
Remain conscious to yourself and your life's plot,
For love will last, while your life will not.

Radiant heat on the toes of my feet,
Tingling sun supplies vibes describable only as upbeat.

An unexplained aura of melodic euphoria,
Supplying the vigor emanating out of nature's own formula.
Summer's enticing gaze lucidifies the bulk of this year's haze,
Incorporating without a doubt the height of our own glory days.

A summer long repose from school and servitude.
Shape your own destiny, practicing all year to maximize the magnitude,
Of a precious few chances to make the most of something great:
The solidarity of choice, a free and open space.
The kind of unique youthful place,
Available only in summer break.

The last measure of a man is his will,
And if he invests it beyond seeking worldly thrills,
A life alive shall be the prize,
For the voyager at the helm of his own mind.
What life is such which reeks of must,
An eternal struggle to get by.
Shortsighted thought fails to build trust,
And in the end the captain will cry.

A life of deprivation is no life to lead.
Wanting so much that you forget what you need,
Skipping over the present, while drowning in past deeds.

How shall we embrace the day,
Us brave wayfayers of time and space?
Cries of yearning echo the searching of a drifter floating through time.
Along aloft a gilded high, a memory of sweet days gone by.
In a vivid daze of mystique and haze,
We venture forth into life's great maze.
Finishing up, the end approaches, a sudden stop to a book still open.
I know what to do, but now I must show them.

What light shines so bright that it beams with might?
A lover at my side, she holds me tight,
We seek a path outlined in  stars.
If I follow my heart, I know I will go far.
Built upon the sands of time,
I know to choose to follow the heart of thine,
And by doing so, I will be true to mine.

I shall embrace the day,
In  the only way that calms this fray,
To be true to myself is the path I must take.