Lines out of the SuperNothing.

Running through this field of death, dodging damnation with a smile.

Finding a lone rose on my right; I can't reach it, but, I don't lose sight of it.

Fear is long gone, but guilt takes its place.

Guilt moves on and the page is erased.

Emptiness and rage have burned me down, but from the ashes hope lifts me up.

Dealt with death and dealt with pain...no longer feeling.

Being Somebody

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve wanted to do something. Something worthwhile, that would make people stop and admire my work. You know, make a name for myself. I didn’t want to be just anybody. I wanted to be somebody.

I remember watching Jurassic Park as a kid and thinking to myself, “Someday, I’m gonna be a paleontologist.” I told that to my dad. What did he say about that? “Paleontologist? Hahaha! Now watch Superman and tell me you want to be him next! Ha!” I did.

Twelve years on, I’m not a paleontologist. Neither am I Superman. Batman would’ve seemed a more realistic dream, but what the heck did I know about building a Batmobile then? I’m still not who I want to be. My life so far has been one roller coaster ride of joy, sadness, pain, excitement, alcohol, death, hate and love; dejection and vodka go so well together.

I see people around me, but do they really exist? Lying, cheating bitching, backstabbing; “Fake” is what defines society today. Friends are the people you’re supposed to depend upon when you’re in need? No thanks. In the words of the not-so-great Nicholas Cage portraying the kind-of-cliché-but-cool Cameron Poe in the movie Con Air, “Sorry boss, but there’s only two men I trust. One of them's me. The other's not you.” Damn, I love that movie.

Call me a loner, a cynic. I am. I just don’t see the point in putting all your trust in people who wouldn’t take a bullet for you even after you did for them. Too scared of their own limitation. What limitations? Limitations only exist when you create them for yourselves. You need courage to be your own person.

So where am I getting at with all of this? Well, here’s a hint: Grow up. People make mistakes. Who doesn’t? Some people make the same mistake over and over again. And again. And again. Case in point – Me. It took me 12 months to realize what a prick I had been. But in the end I did come to that realization. I did confront myself. And I’ve changed. I’m not a prick anymore. I’m not asking you to be my BFF either. Just accept me. Acknowledge my existence.

But wait, don’t get all emo just yet, I’m not done.

So, finally, here I am now, sorry for my mistake, happy to be alive and ready to face my future. Alone? If I have to. I’m glad I made those mistake. I’m glad I hurt those people. I’m glad those people hurt me. I’m glad to be the only person I trust. I’m glad I’m not Superman. Because if it wasn’t for all of that, I wouldn’t be here right now. At the apex of my life. Letting go. Being free. Being somebody.

Compromise

Silence now, nothing left to say

We've made it through our worst day

Bruised and hurt from blows we've taken

Truths to which we've finally awakened

We built so much on lies and deceit

Hidden who we are deep under our feet

Struggled, in vain, to keep them away

Finally out in the open to stay

Both of us lied to ourselves and each other

Fooled only ourselves, not one another

But here we are now, open and true

On either side of this line that we drew

Anger and Love, Hate and Desire

Eyes welling up, yet hearts on fire

Wondering in silence what to choose

Waiting to see who makes the first move

Killing the noise of the deafening silence

We reach for each other, resisting defiance

The only truth, we realize as our lips met

Is to choose love, and not regret.

The Time Is Now

The time has come to break the chains,
The bonds of slavery no more at the reigns,
To control our thoughts and to rule our minds,
Or cover our eyes with these dark blinds.

The time has come to win back our rights,
However hard you try to put up a fight.
No more blood will be shed after our voices sound,
Like the roar of the thunder from all around.

The time has come for us to lead,
And the downtrodden and poor we will feed.
Never again will people have to fear,
Never again will people have to shed a tear.

The time has come to stand up, united,
Against the harms of being divided.
Under one roof we'll live together, and how,
The time has come, the time is now.

The Knight

Staring at the black ceiling, waiting,
For the sound of raindrops that was promised in the evening,
By the dark, heavy clouds that convened overhead,
And the unmistakable smell of mud made wet.

Suddenly a flash of white brightens the room for an instant,
And a smile comes to my face as I hear the thunder in the distance,
Because to me the rain is not the gloomy, depressing scene that most people see,
But a torrent of joy to wash my sins off me.

The sound of the raindrops fill my head,
Like an aquaeous symphony around my bed.
The sanity in me slowly fading away,
As I start to dream in shades of gray.

Dragons and Demons battle each other,
Fighting with swords, fighting with fire.
At long last they break to attend the wounded,
As the Black Knight watches from on the hill, sillhouted.

He keeps watch over them everday, as the battle rages,
But never meddles with their War of Ages.
Knowing that with limitless power comes great responsibility,
He waits till he's ready to fulfill his destiny.

But tonight's that night; he rides down the hill,
To take his crown, and do that he will.
To punish the Wrong, and honour the Right,
That time arrives now, before the end of the night.

He stops halfway and raises his sword,
Towards the sky, above the crowd.
He summons the rain, without so much as an utterance,
And the War is swept away, finally bringing deliverance.

The Knight calls out to the people hidden underground,
And creates a world where love is abundantly found.
The Knight rolls over in his bed and smiles to his own,
As the rain outside reminds him he's not alone.