Insipid Storm

How the heat
Awakens us 
Unfairly ’round midnight
Demanding

Be more 
Want more
Until we can take it no more
Covers off
Masks off

Enshroudments be gone
Our skin will breathe 
At 3am
We’ll rise by choice

Emperor

Look with me if you will
You diamonds 
For possibilities 
Opportunities 
As the finest ideals find fruition 

Courageously bid if you dare 
You rocks
That pressures
Oppressors
Draw near and be proved unclothed 

Instead Of Dying

Walk this heat-weary mile
Throat parched
Painful shoes
Nearly no breath left
Don’t blame the mistake
The map you made
When your eyes were younger

Tip your hat to the hurt
Toss your map to the sky
And take aim
Let those smithereens shade you
Praise the what-lies-ahead
Without thinking twice
Walk forth