Month: February 2019

No One Cares About Superman

I’ve saved the day… so many
with a cape that’s now tattered and torn
bullets are starting to pierce me
with an ego that is badly worn

I do not wear any more disguises
for there’s no glory I ever sought to claim
people still pass on by me
and take no notice of this hero’s pain

go on and send up your beacon
these wounds are barely healed
from the kryptonite of being forgotten
a power that strongly wields

no one cares about Superman
does he hurt, bleed, or even cry
only, until one day needs saving
and he no longer wants to fly

Journal Entry # 113 – Belief in Yourself!

black and white mountain over yellow white and blue sky

Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Dark Fantasy

white and black moon with black skies and body of water photography during night time

Oh, beautiful moon, why do you tease me?
With fantasy, I know is not real.
Darkness always has another plan for me,
where light can never celebrate.
I dare not chase away the loneliness,
for the night will expose my weakness.
I have no prayer to use,
don’t lie and tell me there’s fate.
Go…just go, and leave me,
drift away into tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes when it’s over,
and see if the sun still cares.

Journal Entry # 112 – Take Those Leaps

silhouette photo of jumping person during twilight hour

Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark. – Agnes de Mille

Journal Entry # 111 – Keep On Going

cascade creek daylight environment

Don’t ever give up, keep on moving forward. Even the smallest trickle of water can carve the hardest of stone. Not because it has all the power and control to do so, no, it’s because of its perseverance. – Ash

Journal Entry # 110 – Climb Your Vision

brown bird flying near mountain

We lift ourselves by our thought, we climb upon our vision of ourselves. – Orison Swett Marden

Journal Entry # 109 – We Must Walk the Path

alone autumn mood forest cold countryside

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. – Buddha

Whispers From You

town next to body of water

A lull from the hillside early morn,
like a whisper from you.
I stood in the chill…
…with a tear reminder,
of what I’ve lost.

Sweep me up,
walk with me through the valley,
take me to the mountain tops.
I am brisk, I am alive…for now.

Whisper some more to me,
until the mutters grow so faint.
I know the cold will still return,
only, wait until it’s the final breeze.

Journal Entry # 108 – My Wounds, My Words

book book pages college education

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains. – Criss Jami