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Hero Worship

13 Sep


Hero Worship

Strange days these are, my friends, in which the “nerds” proudly proclaim
To worship costumed heroes without timidness or shame
“I love the Batman! Spider-Man! The Hulk and Man of Steel!”
And countless other heroes with such zest, vigor and zeal
They buy t-shirts adorned with the visage of all these greats
Some go so far as to “cosplay” but many of the traits
Like courage, selflessness and confidence, self-mastery
Sense of honor, duty, understanding, empathy
Are nowhere to be found within their elaborate suits
Empty, selfish people with fancy masks, capes and boots
I’m speaking from experience because a year ago
I started doing charity events for kids with woe
I donned a superhero costume, covered toe to head
And learned that real world superheroes are not that widespread
Many of the “cosplayers” in town did not come out
Seems when there is no reward we have a hero drought
They only go out to conventions to try to win prizes
And get their ego stroked while wearing their detailed disguises
Many will take off their mask or helmet so all see
It’s not the hero that you think, instead, “IT’S ME! IT’S ME!”
There was one who did come out to a few children’s events
He too mugged maskless for the camera and tried to make cents
On a visit to the hospital’s sick children’s wing
Instead of focusing on kids, this selfish man did sing
About the “cosplay” things he could sell me to help fight crime
Shilling wares while kids around were dying ‘fore their time
It’s so bizarre how all these heroes with muscles and abs
With steel resolve and iron will who throw punches and jabs
Whenever challenges arise don’t do much to inspire
Seems their fashion sense is what fanboys and girls admire
The t-shirts, hats and tattoos all proclaim, “I’m on their team!”
But when their feelings do get hurt, “You bullied me!” they scream
“You bullied me,” is not a phrase a true hero would speak
“You bullied me,” are words spoken by egoic and weak
“You can bully me but there’s a price you’ll have to pay”
Is what a TRUE hero would calmly, strongly, fiercely say
The sacrifice of heroes has been lost amid the suit
Unfortunate that it’s the fashion that most “nerds” salute
And fail to mimic how these heroes respond with great grace
It takes more than a costume change and mask upon your face
To genuinely feel the traits that make heroes adored
It’s gained through service, sacrifice, not applause and award


Dark Warrior

14 Sep

“There is a difference between you and me. We both looked into the abyss, but when it looked back at us… you blinked.” ~Batman

Dark Warrior

The mugger slowly creeps within the shadows with a gun
In the dark his compassion and understanding’s none
He sees a young woman approach but doesn’t care that she
Just got off a twelve hour shift and almost works for free

He doesn’t care that what’s inside her purse will feed her babies
He simply looks on her with hunger like a dog with rabies
He doesn’t care what it will do to her to be robbed blind
The darkness that he lives in does not ask him to be kind

It doesn’t ask him to think deep or have some empathy
It simply does compel him to engage in a crime spree
The shadows whisper to him that he’s strong and she is weak
They reassure him that she has everything he does seek

It urges him to step forward and take all that she’s got
To manhandle, to have his way and leave her life distraught
Unfortunately for the mugger, someone else does dwell
Inside those same shadows and on him they cast the same spell

He’s perched atop a fire escape, his cape blows in the wind
The furrow on his cowl makes him constantly chagrined
He waits and watches as the mugger steps out of the dark
Startles the young woman, points his handgun and does bark

“Gimme that purse or you’re dead!” and then holds out his hand
But suddenly the gun’s knocked loose and on the ground does land
The mugger looks up startled to see the caped figure rise
In the dark he barely makes out the strange bat disguise

The masked Warrior looks down and sees the mugger stand still
The shadows whisper to him, “You have a much stronger will”
The darkness creeps and tells the bat, “He’s weak and you are strong”
The mugger now feels the dark is where he doesn’t belong

Fear grips mugger as he tries to turn and run away
But the caped Warrior is soon on him without delay
He glides across the sky and then lands on him with a smack
Mugger feels some muscles tear and a couple bones crack

The masked man grabs him by the hair and growls, “Not so fast”
Mugger wonders why the shadow’s whispers didn’t last
And then he looks up and he sees the eyes of the masked freak
And knows compared to him he’s just an amateur, just meek

The bat seeks out the dark and takes it to another level
He shows no fear as he walks into hell to face the devil
He uses that darkness around to make the others pale
That darkness in his eyes makes mugger yearn for a safe jail

Some place nice and bright where he can escape shadow’s grasp
Now that it’s been claimed by the man who speaks with a rasp
“I give up!” the mugger says, “I know” the bat replies
“You always blink” he says with flame and shadow in his eyes

He ties him to the walkway and then returns to the dark
His presence making it a little more dim, cold and stark
And waits until the next man comes who thinks the dark’s his home
In the shadows only the Dark Warrior does roam


Taking It

20 Jul

“So we’ll hunt him, because he can take it.” ~Commissioner Gordon

Taking It

He tries to round
A corner on
His cycle but
He lacks the brawn

A stinging stab
Twists in his side
That’s amplified
By his new ride

He clenches teeth
To hold the pose
Stretched on pod
Away it goes

He knows that this
Is going to hurt
But there is no way
To avert

He yanks real hard
And the pod turns
All throughout
His body burns

He wonders how
He takes so much
How he survives
The constant clutch

How he can even
Be awake
How he can take
And take and take

So much punishment
And pain
How has he
Not gone insane?

He chuckles and thinks
Of the mask
And cape he wears
When on his task

And maybe he
Is just a bit
Insane right now
He does admit

But lack of sanity
Is not
What all of this
Turmoil has brought

All the beatings
All the hate
All the fear
The heavy weight

Is all because
He can take it
It’s all because
He’ll never quit

The sirens are
Now closing in
He pulls back and
Makes the pod spin

He loses the
Pursuers down
A dark alley
Just outside town

He powers down
And slowly gets
Up off the pod
And feels the sweats

His body trembles
Hands are numb
Can’t make a fist
A broken thumb

The pounding in
His head won’t stop
He falls and on
The ground does flop

The sirens now
Are far away
But will come back
Another day

He slowly breathes
And takes it all
Back to the pod
He starts to crawl

He mounts again
And grits his teeth
And seeks a refuge

A dark and quiet
Place where he
Can feel at rest
And just be free

Of taking it
A cave somewhere
That he does not
Have to beware

He rides into
The forest and
He rides across
The dark, cold land

And comes up to
An opening
To a dark place
Where he’ll be king

He slowly rides
Into the cave
And a new path
With pod does pave

He stops and looks
And feels at home
He gets off and
He starts to roam

He starts to feel
His strength arise
As he pulls off
His black disguise

He sits down and
Recoups so that
Tomorrow he can
Be the bat

That takes it all
That they may throw
Regardless if
It’s friend or foe