Category: MORE

Superhero

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Complexed?
or just suffering
from one?

saving the world.
because I fear
my own soul is already
lost to perdition.

So,
without love
or compassion,
I set about,
making good works.
I carry, I soothe,
and patiently I guide…..

Does a true servant know any other way?
I serve this world,
faithfully?
giving everything
but myself.

That is kept locked away in a little box, Thriving?  Rotting? Laughing?  Crying.
Who knows?  Who cares?  It is safe, and so am I.

and this way,
i can give more.

So why is that not enough?  Why is there still a burn, where there should only be void?

Confessional

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I have tried.
at times,
more purposefully
than others.
But
I have,
tried.

At what point do I seek the warm
embrace of you
my Muse-
forsaking all else
and
all others.

They do not understand,
and
I admit,
regretfully,
though I try,
I do not care for them
to

understand the essence,
the truth that I see,
the reality,
me.

In the beginning,
Many became One.

One,
a number only slightly
less
perfect than
None.

I seek perfection
but I can settle,
for Once.

circles, spheres, and all things perfect.

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I wanted
perfection
wrapped up in flaws.

I received
flawed beauty
reflected from without.

The hardest
thing I have never done
is to forget that I am not.

I give
until
I can’t,
then I roar
with the fierceness
of a potato.

When’s it all
over?
oh.

its in the eyes

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from my pocket
a tiny
smile.
weak,
curled-up,
timid,
slowly he
opens.
another smile
receiving the bashful little imp
flashes radiantly
warming the
little spark
with hope
and acceptance.
soon
smiles
burn through the
fog of day,
lighting and
showing the way.

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Reality Quest

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A thirst for
emptiness
and peace
eludes the Buddha.
Ignorant in his bliss,
and
Boring
in his stillness.

the peak of turmoil
is the true eye
-of the storm?

calmly
the soul spits
and you cry.
you cry because
you know
Nothing.

Family Roots (Congratulations)

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we danced
we sang
we strategerized.

some trained as cultural heirs
to the struggle.
some trained for their personal
struggles.
and a few trained for the struggle
into their jeans.
and some just wanted
a hug.

but
it was warm,
it was complete.
it was a family.

I miss
as I reminisce
but,

some fathers beat
some mothers belittle-
your family can damage
your soul.

and so wisdom
was lost
for pride
and ego.

now I am Ronin
minus expertise.
Bushido,
without code.

a journeyman.
free,
to fuck the World.
She and
me,
we together
shall make a Family.

Mother,

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I love you
you made
me, but I can
break you.
I have.

and will
again.

I love you but
insane
with life
and
insatiable
thirst,
I long
for your
power.
Mighty.
Alpha and Omega.
but
how could you
be so
much stronger,
than
me?

I push.
I struggle.
I laugh.
I fight.
I weep.
I Live.

I am sorry-
but you
dipped me in Styx-
nigh invincible,
I am strong.
you too
must have bathed
but,
love of me
left
your
exposed
heart.

Your power
is in your
weakness.

I love
you
too.