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.

Beastly is this monster state yet many damsels cannot avoid
Some may call it disturbingly conflicting and become annoyed
Where rationality coexists with irrationality in an unstable realm
Pretty monster states navigate this journey as captains at the helm

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions

Wonder is this monster state since the inception of Adam and Eve
Men can only hope to be compassionate, steadfast and never peeved
One moment, pretty monster states can be loving and best friends
Next moment, challenging one’s good nature and spirit to extreme ends

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions

Frightful is this monster state like a suspenseful thriller or mystery
Only those who are not faint of heart can sleuth this case history
Where a profound will of character serves to stabilize one’s constitution
Bringing the monster state to an uneventful but amenable restitution

Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
No need to disguise your fury or depressions
Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states
This is just part of your amazing expressions.

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.

I am a father
not because of biological deed
but rather of the wisdom I feed

I am a father
not because of the title borne
but rather for the life that’s worn

I am a father
not because of ancestral traits
but rather the heart felt weights

I am a father
not because it’s a given right
but rather embraced with might

I am a father
not because of some legal ritual
but rather acts that are habitual

I am father
not because of profit or fee
but rather by the family of “we”

I am a father
because I desire to be
I am a father
because it’s a gift to be
I am a father
because He told me to be.

I am
a companion for life
committed to relations bounded only by time
for those who understand the value of friendship
undaunted by materialistic wealth
indifferent to titles or social status
seeking the merits of sincere character

I am
an enemy’s worse nightmare
constantly awakening from deadly encounters
sometimes wounded severely
close to being a casualty of others
but never surrendering and admitting defeat
even against overwhelming odds

I am
a passionate endeavor
submerged feelings awaiting release
to confound then arouse the senses
beyond current reality to transcend the cosmos
caressing the lips of blissful insanity
only to curse rational existence

I am
a subconscious dream
desperate to escape a conventional life
surrounded by negative forces
polarizing insecurity and apprehension
with false vigor and zeal
until the images become unclear

I am
a loner with fortitude
destined to follow an unknown destiny
with so many cunning predators lurking
ready to end the journey and make it the last
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me".

Been on this forum just a short time
Found amazing talent from all kinds
Makes me wanna dub this creative flow
As the greatest ever, if you don’t know
Thus my admiration has been sparked
To write mad verses with a flaming mark
You are the ingredients of this unique brew
That I’m now calling the “Quintessence” crew
So here’s to the “Q,” your words have weight
More than silver and gold, ’cause you’re my mates
Here’s to the eyez of earth’s celestial Angel
X-raying minds to diagnose and become less tangled
Here’s to the fury of the beast, a.k.a. Animal
Ripping at the life we sometimes take for granted
Here’s to the western gunslinger, holla Pug
Blasting us with the creativity from them slugs
Here’s to the sweetness of sista Sara
Walking the mule as a humane barer
Here’s to the Feminine heart of a special Poet
Grounding us to reality, a toast from a glass of Moet
Here’s to the petals from the Y2K1 budding Rose
Missing the nectar to feed the bees and in those…
Here’s to the shiny armor of gleaming love, the Arhanghell
Giving us adventurous tales, ready to drop more coins in that well
Here’s to the food from the Miller they call Keith
Dropping them verses like tender, tantalizing beef
Here’s to the endeavors of the newbie, a Creator of Love
Soaring the clouds fiercely with the freshness of a dove
Other members of the “Q” are still missing in action
Hope you come back to be part of this elite faction
So this dedication will continue to be unfinished
Not whole, but waiting to be no longer diminished…

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…

in a moment
sadness dissipates with a smile
because true happiness lies within

in a moment
indifference ends with care
for each soul has meaning in God’s plan

in a moment
pride kneels to humility
as charity brings hope to despair

in a moment
mistrust yields to sincerity
for love conquers the demons of anxiety

in a moment
blindness turns into sight
once belief confides in the Word of wisdom

in a moment
death becomes a new beginning
as the soul journeys to the heavens…

Intro:
Welcome to the new age of spit’n
to change the flavor of mix’n
where MCs are kick’n provocative rhymes
to stretch the imagination of open minds
no need for weapons, blood, and tumbl’n
we’re gonna educate and stimulate rumbl’n

Spit’n Philosophically Aware Rhymes
for the New millennium, that’s SPAR’N
elevating the level of rap’n hip-hop beats
to achieve new heights, to accomplish new feats
to teach the youth a brand new way of feel’n
to preach in the streets a new way of deal’n

Poet’s Verses:**
I’m a warrior for the new age of spit’n
flatlin’n a verse like F’n-stein to do my bid’n
tired of listen’n to the violence and the ****’n
rather kick a message for tolerance to the liv’n
better to be rich in center than material possessions
’cause fear and greed foster the need for man’s weapons

Don’t have a saint, a preacher, or a teacher’s hand
just a person on edge, trying to survive in this here land
to pass along to others the meaning of liquid wisdom
that can’t be learned in some classroom using ‘isms
so listen up my brothas, listen up my sistas
the words ya hear’n gonna blow ya away like twistas

Each of us is composed of molecules, atoms, magnetic forces
revolving around one another, following predefined courses
at this level, ya couldn’t even tell the difference
yet we judging the casing that gives us false appearance
if ya think intelligence is inherited by yur parents
then a child of the slums and ghettos has no merits

Be a product no longer of sins numbered by seven
take back yur destiny and life by search’n the heavens
for in the cradle of His arms, true luv awaits
if yur will’n to give a commitment of faith
pain and suffering may be the unwanted test
but don’t give up, ’cause ya not alone on this quest

Luv is more than just words, feel’n, and thoughts
and goes beyond ***, roses, and diamonds bought
real luv is a state of mind, a state of being
when yur together or when yur off somewhere leaving
like the spiritual reality shared between Eve and Adam
something only a true heart could really fathom

Everyone on this here planet has some mean’n
with the gospel hav’n so many people feen’n
if ya feel’n alone, lost and discouraged
this verse is my way of giv’n ya courage
for at night, I pray to the Lord yur soul to keep
sincere in the wish for no more pain or causes to weep.

A host for a single essence
essence of a free will
a will occupied with light
light coexisting in darkness
a darkness with tempting appeal
appeal lost in life's true lesson
a lesson that must be realized
realized while experiencing the dilemma
a dilemma of contemplating a choice
choice to become radiance
a radiance fragile with charitable love
love that can be overshadowed by fear
a fear sparking indifference or hate
hate that promotes blindness
a blindness to hidden sparks
sparks inside the mates of souls
a soul with potential energy
energy to overcome any obstacle
an obstacle restricting self-awareness
self-awareness of the ultimate truth.

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.

Judge me not for the appearance that I’m wearing
Nor for the material things I might possess

Judge me not for the casing that I was born into
Nor for the tongues I may speak in

Judge me not for the intelligence perceived by your eyes
Nor for the deafening silence I choose as recourse

Judge me not for the events that I had no hand in
Nor for the wisdom I’ve gathered from the struggles of others

Judge me not for the love that I burn on my fellow man
Nor for the hate I portray in charitable blindness

Judge me not for the meaning behind these poetic words
For I am merely a man who has simplistic dreams.

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.

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.

I wanna be your soul at peace
tranquility, gratifying the discontent with optimism, completely
I wanna be your soul in pain
anguish, suffering the life with tribulations, relentlessly

I wanna be your soul with joy
paradise, capturing the bliss with consideration, continuously
I wanna be your soul in heat
passion, inundating the fantasy with eroticism, imminently

I wanna be your soul with hate
antidote, conquering the disgust with devotion, endlessly
I wanna be your soul at dawn
witness, observing the beauty with admiration, unselfishly

I wanna be, inside out, not the outside in
I wanna be, feelings amp, not the quiet type
I wanna be, love unleashed, not the thick-skinned men
I wanna be, simply one, not the one-half hype
I wanna be, realized dreams, not the wishful wind
I wanna be, living the words, epitomizing love so effortlessly.

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.

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.

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?

…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.

Creeping in silence
like a whisper in the wind
Maliciously insatiable
as a virus consuming any logic
Trying to stay hidden
until it becomes as good as the truth
Pride, envy, hate, fear
does it feed on
Seeking out weaknesses
to cultivate new disciples
Ravaging the character
of its intended victims
Giving undesirable life
to the specter of conjecture
Only wisdom fortified with courage
could unveil such deception.

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.

Dare I dream
a vision when, the world clutches the serenity
with a zealous hand tempered by devotion
embracing all life with open arms and compassion
that suffocates the pestilence of power and greed

Dare I behold
a time when, no one notices the insignia
perpetrated in language and literature of a people
with the intention to separate the tribes even further
than the finite space between the planet’s poles

Dare I believe
a God when, suffering rules the intellect
like a never-ending nightmare twisted by meaning
to abandon and forsake hope with cynical reason
only to confide in the uncertainty of the closed-minded

Dare I dream
an episode when, the world beats one heart
of a spiritual song tempting the conscience
to seek beyond the confounds of everyday life
the connectivity we share from dawn to dusk.

Take the letter “f”
looks like an upside down letter jay
crossed out with a dash
“u” should talk “n”
who flipped “u” on your head?
ha ha ha  laughs “y”
“y” shouldn’t laugh says “f”
you’re a wizard hat right-side up!
twin “n” says “f” has a point
“u” can say that again smiles “n”
catchy aren’t we “y”?
not if “y” leaves this farce!
now look what you’ve done “n”
we no longer have “y”
“u” need to leave as well “n”
“n” is lonely without twin “n”
but “y” follows twin “n”
“u” don’t say snickers “f”
“y” can’t we just get along “n”?
“u” don’t need twin “n” and “y”
“n” order to have  “fun”!

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.

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the crutch I sometimes need

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the advice I fear to heed

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the beacon I found in life

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the cross I bear no strife

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the calm I now know

Luv ya sista, my sista
For in my words I have no foes

“L” is the life seen through your eyez
“U” is the usual way of your disguise
“V” is the vibrancy in your raps
“Y” is the youth of your laugh
“A” is the angelic nature of your persona
“S” is the soul exhibited and I wanna…
“I” is the influence on your herd
“S” is the sense common to your words
“T” is the torment quelled by your caring
“A” is the allure undeniable to your daring.

The Partners…
Dynamic duo smitten with one another ever since the premier
nurturing one’s feebleness thru candor and trust with no fear
to honor and respect individuality tempered in unselfish deed
with the rewards embodied by unwavering and dedicated feed
to feel endearing moments shared with a soulfully kindred spirit
shouting the blessing for the affiliation so the world can hear it

The Crime…
Living the scenes in a life captured with highs and lows
like the waves in a pond swayed by someone’s toes
not to be confused with the acts of those who are sinister
but instead the special time spent with one who ministers
the mind, body, heart and soul with true nourishment
of something far more tangible than some talisman

Partners in crime, two move inside the moments of time
Partners in crime, time has new flavor as an aging wine.

When death calls to reflect on life’s fall
will confessions of the chronicle befall
a tale so unforgettable and tall
living just, in the actions of Paul
to soar higher than any known wall
unconcerned by the grim reaper’s pall
understanding the shape of nature’s ball
or will mistrust and fear be the haul
with charity dragging behind ever so small
destined to inflict the suffering of pain
to self and to other passengers on a train
where the conductor mirrors an able Cain
slaying spirits thus weakening the body’s main
letting the blindness of hatred engross the brain
and many become enemies, who are a drain
on the precious life that is so dear, but wane
because there is no one else to blame
enter the Messenger who loves to maim
the innocence with the dawn of vain
so shall life be rich with worth or fame…

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…

Here we are, children of the Almighty Being
finished in the image to multiply and prosper, freely
as we continue to slumber in an endless dream
manifesting itself in a smug like comfort, so willingly

Time to grow and see pass the learned behavior
Time to grow and embrace one's spiritual flavor
Time to grow and regain the fruits of the garden
Time to grow and live in peace on this earthly heaven

Here we go, children never really rising
satisfied with the glamour of a self-indulgent life, compliantly
as we contend to control this false existence
clinging on this lifeline with defiance, so desperately

Time to grow and see the difference in others
Time to grow and embrace the leaves of Fall's weather
Time to grow and sip the love of the Carpenter's chalice
Time to grow and grasp wisdom of the Word without malice

For the time to grow is here, set aside for us to be clear
on a life we should lead, meek in the fullness of our deeds.

If I say, I love you
my thoughts hold the intimate hideaway for your essence

If I say, I need you
love has no meaning without the company of your presence

If I say, I want you
my needs can be quenched only by your sensuous touch

If I say, I dream about you
my wants succumb to thinking about you too much

If I say, be my fantasy
dreams must be fulfilled by an ****** encounter to please them

If I say, be my life
fantasies becomes eternal in the secret gardens of Eden.

Within an episode of time and space
There exists, by the grace of heavenly Father, an image
Who is given the gifts of freedom and choice
Free to live unshackled from tribulations
Binding only through decisions made
Ultimately affecting the endurance of life
However infinitesimal it may be
For each image is integrated together
As the single consciousness of a world
Living within this instance of time and space…

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of Mother Nature
surrounding the globe
for the seeds of man thrive with the rising sun

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of speeding jets
racing across the clouds
to carry one’s dreams to another distant place

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of busy wires
relaying messages in airwaves
that convey the versions of various truths

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of creaking walls
haunting a quiet home
with the aches and pain of the carpenter’s hand

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of rustling leaves
scurrying along the city
like cattle being herded by the cracking whip

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of hungry tears
growling stomachs unfed
only to wonder if the next taste of flesh will come

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of whining horns
disrupting morning’s peace
with the impatient discontent of so many people

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of beating time
ticking the seconds away
for the age of man withers into the sands at dusk.

Gaze upon the mirrors of the soul
to see the weary flames of candles
flickering ever so dimly in the room of ken
unable to burn, yet unwilling to face the end
for the potential exists to renew and to mend
a simple gift given upon the inception
to color the heavens with the glory
of character and deeds that inspire legend
raising other spirits from social awareness
to a plateau of a single living conscience
leaving no islands, but just one solid mass
to transcend in unity all transgressions from a past
and welcome the promise of resting finally, at last.

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.

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.

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.

From the early dawn of the inception
rhythm has controlled the perception
moving the senses in ways boundless
with sounds ubiquitous and timeless

Music…becomes an open first love
Music…pure as white clouds above

Lyrics captured the mind’s ingenuity
in words that span time's continuity
connecting the bars of one’s life
with symbols unlocking any strife

Music…speaks to the inner most soul
Music…releases the pain taken hold

Vibes elicit emotional sensations
enabling the conscious mutations
thus becoming a singular budding force
to choose an alternate but enviable course

Music…may not be perceived as much
Music…has the odd power to touch
Music…takes care of the lone essence
Music...can be spiritual in presence.

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.

Hey you, do you know me?
Yes you, do you know me?
I am a pretense of you
You are a manifestation of me
Do you like what you see?
Is it time to transform?
Yes change, it is possible
Your potential is endless
Do you like what you see?
Maybe you don't know me?
Yes you, do you know me?
You cannot hide from me
I am a shadowy reflection of you
Yes, an instantiation of you at this moment
Open your eyes and see
Now...do you know me?

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.

God's creation of beauty wrapped in innocence
Stirring the soul with her gift of perpetual love
A gift unbridled in candor and endless curiosity
Demanding attention to quench her cravings
Unfazed by the captive fears of her teachers
Blinded to the ways of this troubled world
She represents what we should strive for
Loving unconditionally, the one within
Smiling like a heavenly angel full of love
Erasing the aftermath of another painful day
The only wish would be when it comes to her
Grasping the lesson of compassion to everyone.

The Partner, who you can confide in when times are unkind
someone you can depend on as the view becomes blind
with the heart of Hercules, until you are absolutely mine

I will be the man you need me to be towing the line
I will be the man you need me to be for all times

The Fever, which defends the honor you cherish and reveal
as the protector that gives life without compromises or deals
fulfilling the innermost wants, caring with selfless zeal

I will be the man you need me to be taking on any woe
I will be the man you need me to be deterring all foes

The Lover, who you can feel deep within the bones
like the ribs of Adam creating the partner with tones
stimulating moisture thru desires, making you moan

I will be the man you need me to be like a fine knitted glove
I will be the man you need me to be as a cure for all past loves.

Don’t be a B…
because I choose to show an unselfish love
but cannot provide all the materialistic things
the heart wants and desires so life is less tangled

Don’t be a B…
because I shed tears as a result of words or actions
that cut deeper and harder than the blade of a knife
thus making ego look weak or helpless for the ****

Don’t be a B…
because I am not psychic or in tune with the thoughts
and don’t even understand the feelings and emotions
but willing to listen and gain an enhanced perception

Don’t be a B….
because I remain silent during the heated discussions
making me look indifferent versus engaging them
escalating the situation to degradation and physical violence

Don’t be a B…
because even good and decent men can become
the monster women fear and hate with disgust
for redemption can be unfathomable to mankind.

I will love you as…
Wallace the William possessing a brave heart that knows no bound
Unwilling to succumb, even if the fall holds the chosen love found

I will love you as….
Moses did the Hebrews sacrificing the power of prestige and means
To release the minds of women who would be the epitome of queens

I will love you as the ego of self, an equal deserving praise and glory
I will love you as the mate of my soul, a heart yearning for love’s story
I will love you as the partner in life, a road tempered in strife that’s holy
I will love you as the heaven on earth, a star shining in my sky only

I will love you as…
A man thirsting, wondering forty days and nights in a land of waste
Driven by the undying will to find the water of your springs to taste

I will love you as…
Samson did Dalilah with the strength of a hundred, no thousand men
Heeding the voice of a heavenly force to secure in nuptials, you as kin

I will love you as the ego of self, an equal deserving praise and glory
I will love you as the mate of my soul, a heart yearning for love’s story
I will love you as the partner in life, a road tempered in strife that’s holy
I will love you as the heaven on earth, a star shining in my sky only.

Lonely are the minds devoid of dreams
where fear  rules the intellect of tyrants
who cast shadows longer than nightfall
thriving on the anxiety too often common
to the elusive and grim nature of mankind
truly, is this the explanation of me?

Lonely are the hearts devoid of emotion
for the lives and well-being of humanity
only concerned with the decadence
to satisfy warped and conjured missions
of a manifest destiny lacking true justice
truly, can this be the legacy of me?

Lonely are the eyes devoid of vision
yet foresee the ugliness in the deeds
to extinguish the beauty dormant in souls
whose innocence can be pure or tainted
with the ordeals that come with this life
truly, is this the definition of me?

Who me?  Too perfect, this cannot be me
Who me?  God fearing, this cannot be me
Who me?  Unforgiving, this cannot be me.

I was born to be the zodiac “Pig”
but laziness exists only in the wealth
shown in hating unknown characters
who never cross a fortunate path
or the chance of an informal intro
to formulate and merit opinions
of words and deeds close to heart

I was born to be free with choices
able to reason with sources of data
captured via the unfiltered senses
tempered by a bestowed intellect
unveiling the treachery of misleading
and false interpretations distracting
true meaning behind destine options

I was born to be an innocent sinner
who defies reality in time and space
shrouded in mysteries so profound
the possibility to analyze and untangle
becomes as pointless as counting stars
hoping for that one final “a-ha” solution
bury within the black hole of  the mind

I was born to be someone’s keeper
to nurture ego with honorable pride
reaching pinnacles not fully obtainable
solely through one’s own reflections
but reinforced with varying visions
bearing the fruits of a  harmonious tune
with the surroundings of nature’s womb.

Scouting the Score
Afar, covertly appreciating the assets of the temple
branded with features such as long shapely legs
and wicked curves making any true man dribble
wanting to acquire this monument of exquisite art
to selfishly possess and enhance one’s characterization

Planning the Score
Cleverly surmised strategies and counter-strategies render
thoughts using skilled experiences from past wars of this art
however, this is no trivial game or any haphazard endeavor
but perhaps an outline to the fulfillment of one’s epic story
written in devotion and nurturing love that is God’s glory

Executing the Score
Introducing ego into the circumstances of the score
to facilitate the acknowledgement of a new presence
only to find uncertainty and chaos ruling the conditions
with all the carefully laid plans losing their merit and vigor
to become a fly trapped in this spider web of emotions

Finalizing the Score**
No longer controlling one’s destiny to possess the score
as these unknown perceptions warped logic and reality
like the event horizon of a massive blackhole in space
causing a blissful instability in the sanity of character
thus, becoming the victim, master, or devoted partner.

Asleep in the midst of a fallen night
images console a mind with inspiring hope
desire for a love given with no inhibitions
to see beyond the masquerades worn
as a cure against life's cold lessons
but perceives the essence that sparks
a gentle soul chained with deep emotions
awaiting to be unleashed and given
to one so special as a soul mate
exposing them to new wonders
where uncertainty and fear have no refuge
and Eden is once again reclaimed
under the prearranged blessings of the Father
cultivating the fruits from His secret garden
so dreams a mind holding onto a seed
a seed ready to be sowed for love's harvest.

…the vibes whisper to the yearnings steadily
with the mesmerizing tunes speaking universally
as if they know the pain and the desperation
seen through all races, concealing the souls
beckoning thoughts to release sentiments
bottled-up in tears being fought from shedding
as the melody also arouses an inner strength
in the midst of unknown, but everyday heroes
suspended in moments approaching infinity…
the rhythm of the sounds moves the intellect
in ways incomprehensible, drifting to new heights
where only the spirit may dwell in meditation
absent worry and carefree to reality's despair
an euphoric state, pure and substance free
playing back experiences from past episodes
can this awe-some feeeee-ling be for reeeeeal
can it last eternally, or be just a passing fix
until the warrior within is reborn, once again.

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.