Hazing. . . (BroTherHooD)

A man striving for his future,
Betting his life with an intent so pure,
Armed with courage and heart so brave,
Mustering the tactics to face the challenge.

Looking for a sense of belonging,
From individuals who seemed are caring,
To belong there is a price to pay,
Not an amount nor there is an easy way.

Enduring the hardships in life,
Feeling the whips on the side,
Trying to catch a deep breathe,
As hard blows hit the body’s meat.

Is this the prize of an ambition?
To withstand the sufferings of emotion,
To withstand from the hands of cruelty,
Foisted by individuals so feisty.

Considered as survival of the fittest,
Presuming everything is a test,
Unmindful that danger is in the offing,
So naïve of the ideals been embracing.

Perceiving the hopes that eyes discerned,
And someday respect will be earned,
However, gradually clasp with frustration,
As the last breath comes to expulsion.

Pondering at Midnight

In the midnight hour, I heard the sound of the clock,

trying to get some sleep but could not get it quick.
Then I start to ponder over some yesterdays events,
of deeds to regret or be grateful of life's gift.

The love that cooled, the friendship that fallen off,
the dreams, the ambition that was given up,
the hopes and frustrations been experienced,
the venture into the unknown and new environment.

The clock hands run and tick continuously,
the pondering mind resist from staying at bay.
Mosquitoes hover over my ears ready to sting.
However, it did not stop my fancy from floating.

Fly back to my yesterdays without a hinder.
Play the wooden toys in my childhood days.
Create the dreams of what I wished to be,
endured the test of times that molds the person in me.

Hop from the past and land to the room of tomorrow.
There is still a dream despite the odds and sorrows.
At times, there is also a peep of sunshine,
maybe enough to put on a little smile.

There is always a moment to ponder,
a time to reconcile with all the fancies,
and worry not from life's uncertainties,
for the midnight hour will not be forever.

There's No Stopping

The feet slowly paces along the concrete pavements,
fluid flows as sweat glands secretes.
Never mind, it will dries up naturally,
as the undershirt clings to the skin
and the hanky absorbing the flowing substance.

When was the last time that had walk this far?
Tolerating the scorching heat of the sun,
searching for every opportunity along the way,
enduring the prolonged agony of hunger,
the hardships in life that everyday suffers.

The search maybe is endless as the horizon,
beyond measure as the deep blue sea,
so obscure like exploring the atmosphere.
Yet there's no stopping though slowly pacing.
There is no stopping though the body is sweating.

There are times that feel like resigning,
for there's a feeling that everything seems are falling.
But it is not the time to shed some tears.
It is not the time to release the grip.
The sweat and scorching heat will soon fade.