Personal Warrior

A desperate world, clouded in deception, just looking for its torn holes to be filled with bits of laughter, honesty, the truth, and some peace long forgotten. First, a Man of the Night. Second, a Man of the Day. A Personal Warrior, crusading as the substance to fill these holes, one by one, until he is called Home.

Infatuated with the skyscrapers, hypnotized by the night’s lights, lured by the shapes of the brilliant moon that draws the desolate people to come together and create a profound, undeniable energy known as the City. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad. Mostly, a powerful positive driving force compelling the crusader to interact.

His distinguished brown layer of skin, his defined willow’s peak hairline, his naturally muscular torso, and his mature, bright smile dispels the darkness surrounded by the night. A fluid grace and a steady stride, even if high, determines his level of focus and character. Not perfect, but the imperfections make him so.

Cavalier. Caring. Charismatic. One conversation all night could fill the hole in a soul searching for a bit of laughter, honesty, the truth, and some peace long forgotten.
Possibilities abound and Love is in the air every time he’s around. Beauty. Elegance. Prestige. Honor. Respect. These are the goals set forth in his mind, with every note, every step, every smile, and every word he utters.

And there, lies, the discipline. There’s work to be done. Practice. Develop the art. Form. Deliver the performance. Focus. Demand the purpose be fulfilled.

The Personal Warrior has a job to do.