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.

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?

Times are changing…
when reckless emotions inundate worldwide devices
with unfiltered sentiments to taint minds thru vices
nibbling on compassion and wisdom like rabid mice
allowing the beastly nature to dominate and entice
one's humanity to heed selfish or superficial advice

Times are changing…
when tolerance and forgiveness are fading dreadfully fast
with echoes warning us not to repeat an unforgettable past
where deathly anguish and heartless souls were the cast
of catastrophic drama epitomized by flags flying at half-mast
and prayers from the charitable, the humble, the meek were vast

Time are changing…
when the caretakers of the globe care less about harmony
seemingly beguiled with the hunger of power and want to be
rulers of wealth, consuming limited resources lacking empathy
until this earth becomes nakedly barren and can no longer be
home to descendants who cannot claim their manifest destiny.

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.

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 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.

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…

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.

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…

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.

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 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.

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…