Into the darkness of midnight lies
the fall of many righteous skies
devoid of love and self-assurance
where demons thrive through perseverance
to consume innocence with haunting fears
which overshadow their victims in despair
for the hope of light burning internal
dims as concern rules the fraternal
hidden under the guise of dignified uncertainty
to follow the footprints left by predecessors
tormented by the visions of conquest
over land, possessions, and prominence
able only to behold the frailties of souls
buried deep within shallow but hollow goals
conjuring sinister thoughts to become undead
to greet fate with a hideously gruesome end
as they ***** the life out of reason and wisdom
feasting upon the remains like laughing hyenas
until the rise of daybreak only to scurry away
and eagerly await another knight to lose his way.

…suspended spectacles, decorating the heavens with means
when no other seems to care or even listen to the dreams
of minds full of wonder, that see the world as streams
flowing with possibilities, running endless as the leaves
swirling and prancing to the Fall of winds, so colorful as thieves
showcasing their talents, yet silently mesmerizing souls without keys
for in the instance to behold, one would find missing their deeds
like the air surrounding us when reaching out to touch
those pearly white puffs of nature captivating ever so much
the ideas of one’s aspirations to live true and not clutch
to someone else’s perception, choking the life out of what?
…the designs and shapes of intrinsic but delicate clouds.

Feel the eyes traverse every curve of the body
as the gaze radiates the toes, calves, thighs with admiration

Feel the voice caress every need of the wants
as the breath vibrates the skin, hairs, ****** with fiery chills

Feel the thoughts quench every fantasy of the mind
as the images soak the sleep, dreams, sheets with heated moisture

Feel the words arouse every aspect of the senses
as the sound soothes the heat, desire, thirst core to the essence

Feel me, as the words become the sublime
Feel me, as the words invade the conscious
Feel me, as the thoughts shatter the stone walls
Feel me, as the thoughts comfort the concerns
Feel me, as the voice devotes the belief
Feel me, as the voice conquers the mistrust
Feel me, as I am more than just a man
Feel me, as I am now one with your soul.

Courage to drive without a license
faster than the knowledge trained
using the mind’s eye, coupled with reason
to reclaim the spots of sight loss
traveling through open but dark roads
that lead to destinations of endless U-turns
with a few exits to leave this preconceived race
and cruise in the company of shooting stars
or tailgate in the awe of supernovas
instead, the limits of signs are posted
to restrict and hinder the speed of motion
required to accelerate and break free
through the curves, the barriers, the potholes
in order to regain control of the steering
and master one’s own destiny without hesitating
to leave behind, instead of engaging reckless drivers
in the view to the rear of the inside mirror.

Round 1: New Life
Entered abruptly, this world out of the caretaker’s womb
astonished by the awe of unusual surroundings
so unlike the comfort of the nine month pacifier
images fade in, then out, and in, then out once again
feel this empty sensation, deep inside the belly
initially a murmur, then a monstrous growl
shall this need drive the emerging beast…

Round 2: Survive
Astounded still, by the incentives from the senses
nonetheless, comprehension builds mostly from stumbling
and the consequences of actions may honor or condemn
imitating and discovering, touching and tasting, the wants
hear this curious whisper, deep inside the mind
initially a hum, then a vicarious voice
shall this be the song of a destined course…

Round 3: First Love
Twinkled eyes, with the melody of hypnotizing admiration
wanting so fierce, the heart skips several beats
beauty so pure and deep, the skin becomes totally immaterial
can’t eat, can’t sleep, want to caress this haunting dream
but wait, maybe the feelings lack mutual perception
then to experience the piercing silence of rejection
shall this fear define the character…

Round 4: Nuptials
Exchanged vows, two mates to share eternity as one soul
to nurture one another with the food of selfless care
instead, demons from the spirit’s dark side arose
mistrusting and abusing, suffocating and killing, the love
no room, no place for compassion and understanding
only the refuge for a hollowed indifference
shall this be the start of a fragile heart…

Round 5: Bounce Back**
Continued hope, for the chance to champion a cause
to humbly honor the truth in self and in others
reckless to the tangible constraints weighing on the mind
to decease, to desist, the will to life’s tribulations
the blows come and go, a jab here, a jab there
striking with unforeseen yet uncanny precision
shall this bell ring in the final round…

If a thousand voices cried out in the middle of the night
to befriend those who suffer injustice and invented freedom
with a comfort that lasts only for a passing moment
would we hear or even care?

If a thousand voices demanded one single sentence
to bestow on all races a life of confined liberty and equality
for the sake of motives hidden behind a deceptive tongue
would we fear or even dare?

If a thousand voices sang tribute to the glory of One
to give hope and promise to the lost souls
yet mock the saved from other religious convictions
would we fare or just swear?

If a thousand voices drunk from the bottle of pride
staggered blindly in the alley of darkness illuminated by a dim light
in search of a truth shrouded and veiled with human nature
would we abstain or just remain?

If a thousand voices laughed at the sense of truth
so plain, so simple, yet allusive to those living a life
concerned with the social norms or being rebels with a cause
would we die or just survive?

If a thousand voices screamed in agony from torments
so inconceivable to the meek, the humane, the charitable
but devised by the minds, then enacted by the deeds of mankind
would we change course or just feel remorse?

If a thousand voices asked, or how about just one
to contemplate, to perceive, to discover the meaning
of selves, others, surroundings, without bias
would you question and be better than?

The speed of thoughts traveling along life’s treacherous curves
trying to contemplate the next course of action
images flashing, to enter then leave the peripheral
only for moment, a second in endless time
no longer complacent in the innocence of bystanders

The conviction of minds set upon a road without a path to return
refusing to yield to the simplest of distractions
focus uncanny, to overcome then master all obstacles
thus bringing to bear a force in self-control
limitless in power, endurance, and perseverance

The energy of souls self-perpetuating the fuel for sustenance
striking the balance of the yin and the yang
never tiring, to thrive on then learn from weaknesses
like running water, able to mold to any environment
adaptable no matter the mitigating circumstances

The reason of words inundating the psychic to ponder
meaning in the comprehension of the poet’s viewpoint
endeavor not, instead seek significance inside
for the gear remains in neutral, waiting on the shift
license not required, just the courage to drive.