Hear ye, hear ye
hearken from the medieval times of old
where knights in the round once roamed
jousting with deeds fought in truth and honor
to protect the weak, the helpless, the oppressed
with an ideology lurking since the dawn of time
that all are born free, unshackled from contrived ordeals
only to soar high with the eagles to become one with the heavens
and bask in the glory of serving the frailty and holiness of mankind

Hear ye, hear ye
it’s Merlin conjuring a magical spell for the spirit
to behold, to marvel, new stages of self-enlightenment
where the essence of the King invades sleeping visions
possibly foretelling ominous events awaiting new missions
or predestined journeys one must endure to become so bold
in knowledge and wisdom offered, living in this world’s mold
not necessarily realized, instead shrouded with unimpeded urges
akin to the signs found in youth, immaturity, the close-minded

Hear ye, hear ye
the quest to sip from the Carpenter’s silver chalice
and taste charitable love for family, friends, and foes
where reckless pride and hatred are speared with the arrow
forged in devotion of a noble belief, tempered with selfless feats
where the sun rises and sets on the wicked actions of human nature
slaughtering the divine lights prematurely, locked within many souls
yet crusades against evil continues, no retreat, no regrets, no surrender
price to uphold the spirit of Camelot, payment in full, services rendered.

...enticing her with the delicate touch of finger tips
as the breeze of summer enters through the lips
slightly bathing her skin with gentle strokes from the tongue
until the hairs rise ever so slightly, and she becomes undone
softly she moans...
emotions begin to ignite the flames of passion
fueled by vibrations from the seduction
for there is only heat, pure and simple
in admiring the splendor of her temple
and the point of no return has been reached
sampling the sweet nectar, released by her peach.

No, not everyone has the same features like you
nor do they speak comparable dialects as you

No, not everyone has the same wealth like you
nor do they have less worth in living as you

Judge me not for what’s unseen, unheard, and taught
Judge me for the treatment of body, soul, and thoughts

No, not everyone has the same outlook like you
nor do they share the similar politics as you

No, not everyone has the same intellect like you
nor do they have less wisdom to bestow as you

Judge me not for the ignorance, blindness, and fears
Judge me for slaying imbedded lies, rumors, and tears

No, not everyone has the same holy grace like you
nor do they worship a religion identical as you

No, not everyone has the same presence like you
nor do they have less meaning in this life as you

Judge me not for the words, emotions, and expressions
Judge me for the honor of acts, deeds, and progressions.

Time slowed immeasurably, when a glimpse caught the face
stunning all notions, where rational minds are devoid of space
and the laws of physics broken constantly, at an alarming pace

Need my fix sadly, causing me to shake so, so, so badly
Need my fix badly, or will lose my self-control madly
Need my fix madly, curing this lonely affliction gladly

Senses mixed up, like the spectral blend of a solid white light
unable to sleep, as if thirty days of sun shines ever so bright
and the want for nourishment fades, while the will loses sight

Need my fix sadly, causing me to shake so, so, so badly
Need my fix badly, or will lose my self-control madly
Need my fix madly, curing this lonely affliction gladly

Love’s dosage offers the cure, releasing this addiction from a bind
slowly soothing the body and soul, pumping endorphins to the mind
and this big bad world once again becomes, a tolerable place to dine.

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.