The sad king

And now for a completely change of pace, here's a poem about a dinosaur.  That has no hidden meaning, that I know of.  If you find one let me know :D

The Sad King

Big head.

Small arms.

All the other dinosaurs laugh at me.

No chance at being a ninja.

Unable to walk.

Only stomp.

Never felt the warm embrace of a hug.

Or the friendliness of a high five.

This makes me a sad king.

No way of doing a push up.

Walk by the bench press bench and just cry.

Can't hide a bad hair day with a hat.

Always picked last at sports.

Nobody wants a short fore arm on their team.

Constantly teased by dinosaurs that run through my legs.

Can't paint my toenails by myself.

Always the last one tagged.

And never able to tag anyone back.

This makes me a sad king.

Powerful tail.

Razor sharp teeth.

Dinosaurs make fun of me.

Because they fear me.

I am their boogey man come to live.

Everyone hides their babies from me.

For I am king of the dinosaurs.

And yet I am still sad.

I am the dark. I am the Knight

My life changed with a single gun shot.

As a man laughed and pulled a trigger without a second thought.

He left a boy and his family in an alley to rot.

He has no idea his own ticket to pain and punishment he just bought.

Revenge for my family will be sought.

I am the dark.  I am the knight.

Now I hide in the blackest of night.

Never afraid, never back down from a fight.

Making it my dying wish that every wrong will be right.

As I hide in the shadows punching and kicking my enemies with all my might.

I embrace the darkness, because I've been betrayed by the light.

I am the dark.  I am the knight.

That night my enemies made me.

Having no idea that they created my destiny.

They wanted a nightmare, so a nightmare I will be.

Putting my personal life on lock and throwing away the key.

And I will not hang up the cape until my city feels free.

I am the dark.  I am the knight.

For crooks I'm a nightmare, for the good citizens I am a dream.

Looking with anticipation in the sky, hoping to see the beam.

I love hearing bones break, and hearing the bad guys scream.

I can come out of the shadows, or straight out of the steam.

I work better alone, I can't handle a team.

I am the dark.   I am the knight.

I run around chasing a man with a painted on face.

Hellbent on destroying the human race.

Strong men who are slow, and agile ones that can keep up the same pace.

Every criminal I vow to never give up the chase.

Locking up every psycho in that Arkham place.

I am the dark.  I am the knight. 

Was barely a boy, forced to be a man.

Taking every opportunity that I can.

Revenge is all the fuel I needed, so I ran.

That day in that alley my new life began.

The day I became...

I am the dark.  I am the knight. 

Reflection part 2

It's been a year since I stared at that man in the mirror.

And becoming the man I saw a little bit clearer.

My arms got stronger.

My heart got bigger.

My soul got tougher.

My enemies got further.

And more importantly my friends and family got closer.

My eyes are blood shot.
From staying up all night just thinking thought after thought.
Where I want to be in life am I there.
You look at other's lives and you can't help but compare.
Sitting in the dark of night in complete silence.
As the angels and demons are done arguing and just result to violence.
Trying desperately to put a smile on the face.
So hopefully the pain and scars will erase.

It's been a year since I stared at that man in the mirror.

And becoming the man I saw a little bit clearer.

My arms got stronger.

My heart got bigger.

My soul got tougher.

My enemies got further.

And more importantly my friends and family got closer.

Look at my hands and you will see unknown blisters and rough skin.
The result of the growing and torture I place my hands in.
Clenching my fists ready and willing to fight.
Look in my eyes and see it is not tonight.
Instead I put my fists down and pick up a pen.
And find the healthier and the smarter way to battle the demon.
Close my eyes and go deep within my mind.
And always with a cool brain the greatest retaliation I find.

It's been a year since I stared at that man in the mirror.

And becoming the man I saw a little bit clearer.

My arms got stronger.

My heart got bigger.

My soul got tougher.

My enemies got further.

And more importantly my friends and family got closer.

I found the gift I was given to change the game.
The reason I was born, and for people to know my name.
Words literally started coming out of nowhere.
I had stories and thoughts that I knew I had to share.
A year ago I found my voice.
And instead of being silent like most of my life, I made the opposite choice.

It's been a year since I stared at that man in the mirror.

And becoming the man I saw a little bit clearer.

My arms got stronger.

My heart got bigger.

My soul got tougher.

My enemies got further.

And more importantly my friends and family got closer.

I would talk and people would actually listen.
Knowing to themselves that they aren't the only person with the situation they are in.
People actually thanking me and sharing the exact same things I said.
And I was in complete shock because that came from my head.
A man who a year earlier hadn't wrote one line of poetry in over 10 years.
Walked up to the mic and audience was all ears.
And I've come to far to ever go back.
I just feel very sorry for when it's my enemies I start to attack.