I am the blind man boxing

You are the undisputed champion.
Continually punching, never stopping, never caring,
Holding me to the rings. Knowing my unconsciousness, knowing my weakness, knowing my blindness, knowing every blow counts for another point. You are the champion, never ending, you are the champion undisputed even after your post-bell, ringing blows. The purse is all that matters, not the hospitalization of the blind man, never seeing the blows. Knowing in the end you will get the belt, the ring, just about everything, as long as you can keep on boxing those without offenses to fight back in the ring. You love the glory, the fame the fact that it's your name over the ring. All that matters is the purse and the ride home with a belt of magnificent social worth. The taunting and scorn give me the desire to never see more. Those attending are just as capable and acceptable to the sport of beating another with a weakness that in reality should be a strength.

Eating air

The shaded dream, window opening to a ream of concrete scene
Vision through blurred screen, a free pass to a play, long since closed, condemned, Dead
Sound and words of foreign cacophony, rhetoric of an unknown continent
Conversation without contemplation valuation, words of wisdom for excretion
Construction absent foundation, the man without a bone in his body
What Remains?

Where do you go when there is no road?

Where do you turn when all road maps are burned?
What do you do when the vision is blurred or esque?
What direction do you follow when your transportation is swallowed
The path is clear
The direction straight
The only map needed is a push toward forward flight
Not looking back at what drives you from being late

One another

The journey for one is the pace for another
The strength for one is the leverage for another
The beauty for one is the boredom of another
The magnificent for one is the slight for another
The glory for one is the intrigue for another
The profound for one is the common sense of another
The goal of one is the expectation for another
A focus of all perspectives is perfect and pure in value and direction
Relativity balances out our quality and quantity of life
No man has greater, is greater or is given more
Mankind is a balanced blessing of opportunity, diversity and
The desire to move foreword and upward in life's felicity

How do I feel?

I gave up what is real

Gone is the nearby love
Gone is being in-love, happiness
Gone is the bond we worked hard to obtain
Gone is the obsession I had for your attention
Gone is the feeling of your affection
Gone is the hope of eternal perfection
Gone is the life together in progression
Gone

I gave it all up for my own selfish needs
Gave it all up for my self esteem
Gave it all up...
Progression