Freedom is not just emancipated ideas
eloquently expressed in a verbal or written fashion

Freedom is not just uninhibited emotions
flauntingly displayed as a graphic or immature ruse

Freedom is not just unrestricted movements
randomly performed with a chance or designed purpose

Freedom is not just autonomous symbols
deeply epitomized by a banner or even a notion

Freedom exists in the minds of the open
to comprehend the essence behind the symbols

Freedom exists in the actions of the forces
to blaze new pathways and synergize movements

Freedom exists in the resolve of the free
to exercise empathy with those lost in emotions

Freedom exists in the love of the word
to elevate one’s born right beyond hollow ideas.

No need to tell you that I love you
‘cause this long hard kiss will show you…

Like the days of old, I will court you
holding hands, strolling thru the park
while hanging on every word of your story
my eyes speak the admiration of your glory

No need to tell you that I love you
‘cause this long hard kiss will show you
while buckling your knees, it’s hard to breathe
this long hard kiss will certainly throw you

As a man who has wants and desires
I will sacrifice them to keep your honor
as the pride fades and becomes a goner
for you are the essence of my four-leaf clover

No need to tell you that I love you
‘cause this long hard kiss will show you
while buckling your knees, it’s hard to breathe
this long hard kiss will certainly throw you

Like in the genesis, you are of my flesh
so I will treat you respectfully as such
not to objectify your outer splendor
but cherish the chi of your unique gender

No need to tell you that I love you
‘cause this long hard kiss will show you
while buckling your knees, it’s hard to breathe
this long hard kiss will certainly throw you.

Twilight….
the windows of the soul
closes its shutters once again
on the epoch of a day’s past
falling into an abyss of oblivion
where consciousness finds refuge
in the imaginary world of a self-induced coma
with reality bordering on the verge of a Funkadelic song
the soul crosses over to a plateau epitomized by sheer fantasy
and possibilities are as infinite as the space in time
darkness submerges the senses in silence
only to give way to strange frequencies
that may tune uncensored channels
with images of historic accounts
or glimpses of a fated future
Daylight….
the soul awakens from lifeless sleep.

Gaze into the eyes, what do you see?
A shadowy dark soul menacing the clear night
Or, maybe a figure summoning ominous fright
Time to run and flee, taking an uneasy flight…

Gaze into the eyes, what do you see?
Compassion submerged in life’s insignificance
Only shrouded by a light earning false reverence
Where ego rises, nurturing contagious pestilence…

Gaze into the eyes, what do you see?
An empty shell masquerading in warped intention
Completely engaging views with the utmost attention
To inspire decency thru an engineered convention…

Gaze into the eyes, what do you see?
Maddening sanity fueled by the vengeful frost
Over the devotion to love, land, possessions lost
With frightening results to life, no matter the cost…

Gaze into the eyes, what do you see?
Someone weary of the moments becoming fundamental
With glaring fear and hateful people being monumental
To the naive minds striving simply to be, nonjudgmental…

Prolog:
Foreplay opens with an aphrodisiac dubbed the mind
caressing private chambers with passion, over time
words stimulating nerve-endings for the ideal tease
like the skin dripping of honey from the nectar of bees
exploiting the fragrances of scented oils and balms
or maybe vib’ing lyrics inducing a seductive calm
compelling forces bombard the intellectual’s sanity
as the proximity of the blackhole distorts humanity

Love’s Play:
Costars entwine heated bodies for love’s embrace
as moments become endless as vectors of subspace
sporadic movements take the form of blissful spasms
while the players combine to mold a single plasm
ringing chimes fulfill the awareness with sensations
too diverse to classify for logical deliberations
yet finally, the mountaintop of cliffs can be reached
where there is no retreat and no return from its breach

Epilog:
Aftermath closes basking from the physical exertion
as two kindred spirits epitomize timeless insertion
gazing deeply into the abyss of the partner’s soul
only to find comfort and compassion ruling the role
can this be the earthly heaven that one truly beholds
written in the historic words as the heavens foretold
feelings ignite once again burning deeply within
opening yet another intriguing act, one must attend.

Yesterday….cracked open the door and what did I see?
Misery of so many souls tormented with vengeful fear
Pride with greed chocking the spirit out of the intellect
Conceited deeds wrapped in sacred words and teachings
However, saw the power of sacrifice for the sake of others
Minus the care to self-preservation and the dignity of life

Cracked open the door to the holy Scriptures
Glimpsed hallways to past, present, and future
Praying for mercy and goodwill, here on this earth

Today…cracked open the door and what did I see?
Same chronicle slanted and twisted in a fresh view
Maybe more awareness to the perilous surroundings
Overflow of unsolicited information with no grounds
However, see the power of the Word spread considerably
Over the same broad data streams to worldly households

Cracked open the door to the holy Scriptures
Glimpsed hallways to past, present, and future
Praying for mercy and goodwill, here on this earth

Tomorrow…cracked open the door and what did I see?
Revelations to a predestined dawn shaped by monsters
Who feast on the souls of the innocent, misled, uninformed
Who revel in their conquests with false glory and marvel
However, see the meek and righteous shine intensely as Suns
Guided by an internal light flicking with the Holy Flame

Cracked open the door to the holy Scriptures
Glimpsed hallways to past, present, and future
Praying for mercy and goodwill, here on this earth.

When will we open our eyes to finally see
beauty in the colors rooted from human leaves

When will we consent to the true merit of those souls
who stand for justice and peace, so brave so bold

When will we abolish the very dark reality
of those seeking only to cause pain and fatality

When will we throw off the shackles and bonds
tying us to materialistic possessions and false cons

When will we dwell in life’s presence, less ego
to nourish our brothers' and sisters' passage, as we go

When will we become more powerful and worth
in meekness so we can righteously inherit this earth.