Complex and intricate lines define the many places
where time and experience share an integrated stasis
slowed by the infinitesimal pathways uncovering a design
to fashion and mold the intricate character as a classic wine
yet many hide behind the cloak of a persona common
in the nature protecting the frailties of bruised egos fallen
to several devices that perpetuate concealing misguided deeds
with the conceit and the deception growing wildly as weeds
only to wonder if the reality of truth is at a mythical end
giving credence to a manifest destiny one can no longer bend
then comes the realization that time has consumed life’s stages
with the arrow of existence captivated in human wages…

Can you feel it?
Shaking the ground you pound
Rumbling bass, going super sound
Come on, and roc-da-house
As one nation in-da-house

Can you feel it?
Dancing the body you tone
With the rhythm, house nation owns
Come on, and joc-da-house
As one nation in-da-house

Can you feel it?
Rattle the space you face
With a force, sonic to your taste
Come on, and roc-da-house
As one nation in-da-house

Can you feel it?
Control the mind you own
Hypnotic, as under tones
Come on, and joc-da-house
As one nation in-da-house

Come on, let’s feel-da-noise
As one nation with a single poise
Come on, let’s feel-da-power
As one nation under heaven’s tower
Come on, let’s feel-da-groove
As house music makes you move.

Wasn’t looking, but found you there
wounded bird, trying to take flight
untainted spirit, searching for the one
to squeeze, to tease, to please, to ease
…kiss my lips and taste compassion

Just met, yet want to know more
trance fixed, eyes hold the moment
whisper softly, the melody of words
to infiltrate, to captivate, to motivate, to liberate
…kiss my lips and taste their fashion

Pandora’s hope, that’s what you are
destined fate, to spark even an interest
lingering thoughts, unable to eradicate
feel it, won’t quit, feel you, mind’s bent
…kiss my lips and taste the passion

Woke up, wondering what page of a tale
why me, pain and hurt are like kin
fight this, don’t want to let love creep in
help me, won’t give in, school’s out, still I’m torn
…kiss my lips and taste eruption.

Love the way she smiles innocently
as we reunite after working a hard day

Love the way she holds closely
when we embrace each other in company

Love the way she teases secretly
as we network with the unconscious minds

Love the way she whispers softly
when we utter words resounding heart’s finds

When she comes, daylight sun glows
When she comes, summer wind blows
When she comes, time loses all flows
When she comes, life is just whole

Love the way she acts intensely
as we rendezvous in night’s covers

Love the way she stares passionately
when we  kiss as two intense lovers

Love the way she moans distinctively
As we caress bodies with soulful desire

Love the way she moves uncontrollably
when we reach the epitome of love’s fire

When she comes, moments lose virginity
When she comes, passion sows fertility
When she comes, souls bask in serenity
When she comes, life shows no mortality.

Don’t have the riches of kings or even high priced CEOs
Nor the prestige that comes along with such titles
Just blessed with the wealth of wisdom so vital

Don’t have the physique of Hercules or a chiseled athlete
Nor the pack of six that embodies the adored waist
Just blessed with the muscle of fiber so ace

Don’t have the sleekness of Benz or even a speedy Porsche
Nor the glamor featured in the technology apparent
Just blessed with the motor of drive so inherent

Don’t have the smoothness of tongue or even a gabby gift
Nor the trance of words to influence the willful soul
Just blessed with the arrow of intent so bold

Don’t have the weapons of stars or even enhanced surgeries
Nor the practice that transforms them into *** beings
Just blessed with the device of a mind so keen

Don’t have the face of models or even fabled knights
Nor the ability to rescue the day with super might
Just blessed with the courage to do what’s right.

Somewhere along the way
during the corridor of life
we lost the innocence
bestowed at inception
to walk naked in the face
of sins number by seven

Somewhere along the way
as the sands of glass fall
we lost the humanity
given to the Eves and Adams
to guide the heart and soul
back to the garden of Eden

Somewhere along the way
roaming through life’s journey
we lost the wisdom
passed down from ancestors
to awaken the unconscious mind
with selfless intellect and deeds

Somewhere along the way
as moments age panoramic vision
we lost the reasons
why life is so fragile, but classic
to be constantly vigilant
of simple devices enabling heaven.

Overcome,
Programmed years in technological mind mission
To control, then dominate one’s thinking vision

Overcome,
Ingrained behavior taught since the inception
To confine movement in the viewed perception

Overcome,
Battled sexes posturing for the top billing
To uphold, then maintain movie star rating  

Overcome,
Perpetuated bigotry in narrow-minded fear
To confuse truth with deceptions we hear

Overcome,
Chained hatred from a past mauled by meetings
To render, then leave one’s will conflicting

Overcome,
Programmed desires to reprogram life simply
To live without love and kindness openly.