Song of My Sleep
By: Carlsy Ybanez
Business Manager
Thunder as I punch, the chains of the heavy bag rattle,
I hear the cry of its stomach,
As I unleash my combo! My furry! My unstoppable
RAGE!
I am the new Manny Pacquiao, the star boxer, preparing to fight for my life.
For my belt. For my wife. For my children. For my job. For my love.
I shall walk into the ring, square, entangled in ropes and surrounded by crowds.
I step into the ring and BAM!
I… I fall into a slumber,
punched so hard, yet so satisfyingly, I am in bliss.
My mind runs as I fall to the cold yet embracing floor-
For what is a man worth if he cannot face failure in the face after putting hard work and pride into his own hands? For what is a man worth if he did not give his all and still fail? Does he become worthless NO! This is the genius of man This is where failure does not amount to anything more than room for growth This is whe-
I awaken, vision blurry, mind boggled.
Still in a ring – no longer of rectangular shape and no ropes to hold my unstable body still trembling in confusion.
‘BANKAI’
Large men with breasts of women, but hearts of bears!
Giants that make me look like a mouse in the elephant’s safari.
A sumo ring, encircled by stones to assign what’s forbidden and what’s not.
The two wrestlers run, with me as the collision point, like a car crash waiting to happen.
Seeing my end, I stop my stress, and see the people watching,
Their unique characteristics, and exotic smiles turn me to amazement.
Time slows, and I die, but before I died, I saw a kimono in the distance, a beautiful bright red, with flowers of gold, wrapping the slender gift of a woman’s body.
Oh what beauty! What bliss!
I jerk. Awake in my bed, I lie still and calm, but heart beating –
fooled to believe death was near. Aha! But we are alive.
Death is never certain until you are dead my friend.
The love I have for my innocent heart, that fears like a baby,
And cries like one too, is genuine.
Because at times of frantic excitement,
As bullets graze my hair. I AM ALIVE!
We rush the beach, the shore covered with more bodies than sand.
Surrounded by death, makes you love life even more I might presume!
Gunshots from a .50 caliber machine gun rattle at comrades, their smiles I hold dearly,
So I rush with bravery in my heart and throw my grenade.
A burst of emotion reveals as it has exploded the enemy.
My love for them has saved us…Oh wait, I look down to see three bullet-holes.
Right in the center of my chest. Ah, pain what a wonderful feeling,
To know that I was still actually alive! And yet I shall die a hero.
I awakened again, my heart beat jumping from the grave. Fooled yet again,
By images unknown and unfelt by it’s real vessel.
And hopefully will never be felt, because I still so very much
do wish to be alive in this dream called life.