There are those who don’t know what to do with old age

They become frightened when their body respond with aching bones

Those are the ones that only want to stay young in soul and memories

Tasting their own mortality,

They run away to their long lost dreams

Hoping that it acts as a fountain of youth, returning to their true passion that escaped

You see that woman?

She's not a sex object.

She's not your plaything.

She's a person with a power. 

The power to love.

The power to leave you awestruck and paralyzed because it's so awesome that

It's otherworldly and you know it. 

That's why you're trying hard not to believe in true love because it changes you from a boy to a man and you're not ready to grow up to be the Superman to her Wonder Woman.

Do you want to know the most amazing fact about her power to love?

She chooses to whom to render the sentiment and if she chooses you, consider yourself lucky because you don't deserve it and you don't know how to take care of it. 

No, not a first but I do hope you will learn how to before it's too late and

you're left feeling like the villain. 

Do it for the culture 

Get rid of the vultures 

Need to close this rupture

Before its too late for closure 

My mind is ripe for the Harlem renaissance

The soul is uneasy, as is the easel

That holds the canvas for the Master Artist

Painting with His divine strokes

Can't let it slip away so soon

I was inspired so, the crack a lacking 

Left me desiring for the blackness to arrive

Out of my skin but all I heard was the whip

I'm not black or white , I'm not even brown

I can pass for an Arabic, with skin so smooth I could even be an Italian guido mafioso 

What can I blame, who can I point the finger 

When America culture is at the apex of melting all of us together in this one pot

Hollywood has all of us confused

So I do it for the culture

Let's get rid of the vultures

We need to close this rupture

Before it's too late for closure

What has happened here in the American culture is that decency has been replaced with satire and sarcasm has been masquerading as cleverness and being insightful. Mockery is now chivalry and respect for our fellow human beings is nonexistent because it is the affirmation of intrinsic worth which proves that there is value in that human soul.

So what do we do?

We strip the humanity out of the person to resemble a caricature of that individual so we can poke it, prod it, and make it twitch into an unrecognizable person that has been contorted and twisted into a perverted version of itself so we can be a better person than them.

We make them the villains and ourselves the hero.

The heart is truly deceitful when it has its way.

Regrets burns like an uncontrollable fire

Black smoke clouds covers all

Doubt takes over my sentiments 

Second guesses is more apparent 

Almost second nature to start questioning 

All of my past decisions.

Desperately seeking an answer,

scratching the unreachable itch 

The more and more I press, the more I am impressed to stress the flesh to endure the duress I cease to suppress further requiesce

I cannot rest until the best of myself comes out from the dust, 

I don't want to rust alive with regret, 

Beget another chance to prove my remorse 

Is truly reflective of my attitude needed 

To make necessary changes to my life. 

Suddenly I realized I am not magnificent, 

My superhuman self renders mortal, 

Weakened, defeated and smothered

With dust crusted into thick black smoke

I bear a resemblance of an image likened to be reminiscent of embers fighting for its fire to sway back and forth with the wind 

blowing meaninglessly

Yet the smelting of past regret duet with upset 

Swelter in uncomfortableness, 

A desire to burn even hotter than ever before to cleanse all burnt scars indebted to many flames of liars

This regretful fire now burns like a devouring flame,

Burning me alive within kindled by passion. 

They say I have an old soul

That I think about things people my age don't do

Things like love and nobility, 

accountability, maturity 

You know? Ideas

Spoken in languages of sages, 

haven't heard from in ages,

Dialects of mages,

Intellects conversing in mazes, 

Frenetically searching through the pages, 

Frantically breaking the cages. 

By ancient souls that existed before the creation of the world, breathed into life by the whispers of God's voice

Echoing into the void, 

Speaking to these bones, 

Shouting to the noise,

Expelling the voices 

Raising up the courage to say something 

Because people are dying, 

Cock and loading, shooting,

Killing themselves

With no remorse, 

How did we miss their morse code, 

Cry for help, begging an ode from thee

Songs of praises to uplift their broken souls, 

Notes of anecdotes dedicated to celebrated goals, 

Passionate conversation to direct and guide them to reach another day, another dream, another conquest.

Turn it around, it's not too late

It never was, it shouldn't be 

This is the reason why I sound like an old soul,

It's so I can reach your youthfulness and make it fragile, weak in truthfulness 

Because Your life...... is a maze

A beautiful, jigsaw puzzles series of events

That won't be fully understood until you reach old age.

Take a chance, Give the air a listen 

You may miss what the wind is whispering 

Forget everything you think you know about

life

You're never ready for what's going to

happen 

You can only prepare your heart for who is

going to extract sorrow from the marrows of

your bones

So take a chance, give the wind a listen 

You may miss what the air is whispering 

This may be the last change you go through 

Forget everything you think you know about

yourself

Your soul is never appreciated in the presence

of men 

You can only prepare your soul for God's

breath of life

You're not machines, with nuts bolted with

wires running amok.

You have a purpose,

You have a destiny,

You have a reason to exist,

You are a soul,

You are human.

This is to help all poets and inspiring writers.

My answer to these two questions took time for me to find out for myself.

I'm hoping to inspire others to share their own learning curve in the world of words to lay down a foundation for the future wordsmiths.

Share your responses and thoughts in the comments below.

1.) How to compose a poem?

2.) What to look for when writing? 

Rhymes

Syllable count

Rhythm 

Flow

Intensity

Level of ease

Verses

Memorizing verses

Breaking into parts

Coupling

Apologies, apologies 

Allow me to not apologize for making a political statement that is not correct,  

Apolitical until someone disagrees with me

And I can't wait to make my case be known

Because fact is that I don't care about what

We're fighting for as long as you get a taste 

of my knowledge, wisdom, and power  

Unapologetic of my defenses for variety of offenses

I expect you to be offended because I don't understand tolerance is meant for both parties,

Both sides of the same coin but I can't see head or tails, because I want it to be a one sided argument all the time

Because fact is that I don't care about what

We're fighting for as long as you get a taste 

of my knowledge, wisdom, and power  

You can call me a keyboard warrior

Loud behind scene,

Thought out typed words, blinking on screen 

But I won't listen to reason, logic and purpose

That's who you want me to be right? 

A mindless zombie caught up with the walking dead, so desensitized with the reality of life that the only thing that's left behind is a sense of entitlement 

Because fact is that I don't care about what

We're fighting for as long as you get a taste 

of my knowledge, wisdom, and power  

American Dream fully realized 

Come, live and be prosperous but shush your mouth when it comes to your personal faith, religion, gender, sexual orientation and equality rights because this is the Land of the Political Correctness 

We're coming to incarcerate those that resembles Isis, I mean Iraqis, wait I mean ICE is picking up the Mexicans tearing families apart, decades of border patrol corruption finally led us here. We're just going to have to build a wall to protect us against these bad hombres despite the statistics proving murders, drug violations, and gang-banging activities are more prevalent in fatherless homes!