A tired hero Part 4: Prolouge

A Tired Hero

Part 4: Prologue

The sky is black and full of rain.

God's way of showing He feels the same pain.

Knowing the world lost a hero to villain's reign.

Never walking on this Earth again.

Giving heaven one more angel to gain.

Friends, family, and strangers all gather around the grave.

People he knew and people he didn't from the city he was born to save.

His heart, his soul, his life for the people he gave.

On his tombstone a saying was engraved.

Here lies a hero who died being brave.

The Priest talks about his storied past.

Knowing deep in his heart that our hero's blind eye to injustice wouldn't last.

Arriving when we needed him there in a miraculous blast.

Cape on, mask on, ready to kick some ...

And as soon as he came he was taken just as fast.

A man died and a hero was born.

From two different identities he was torn.

His cape was bloody, trashed, and worn.

As it laid on the casket while the rest of us mourn.

 Leaving the world in a division of love and scorn.

Now this where the hero lies.

A man who never wanted to forgotten when he dies.

The kind of person who was there for the lows and highs.

Was there always for a laugh or a shoulder for the cries.

But most importantly a hero that has taught us never to stop looking up in the skies.

Becoming a hero was always a part of his destiny.

The people he saved, the family he's leaving, are all part of his legacy.

He always saw deep down what other's couldn't see.

There's a hero in you, and there's a hero in me.

Daring us everyday to put on a cape and let ourselves to be free.

He died a man never backing down from a fight.

Never blurring the lines between what was wrong, and what was right.

Taking down every thing he could with all his might.

Just so we could all sleep safe at night.

Making a whole cities future always bright.

He was a man who gave his blood, tears, and his sweat.

A man watches off in the distance walking away with the sunset.

Shadow of a cape in the wind begging they don't forget.

About the hero that lived and died, and they all met.

Able to live a life in peace knowing he has paid his own personal debt.

What I learned in Cub scouts...

What I have learned in cub scouts, well the list is quite long.

I learned and sang many cub scout songs.

I was taught what was right, and I was taught what was wrong.

We did jumping jacks, sit-ups, and push-ups so we became strong.

We played flag football on fellow scouts lawns.

Saw many different animals, bugs, fishes, birds and even a fawn.

With my scout friends is where I belong.

Wasn't sure if I wanted to join but my parents told me I should.

I experienced many things I never though I would.

For a good deed we went around putting bags for the food-bank in our neighborhood.

The leaders taught lessons until they were sure we understood.

Whenever I attempted something new I was better than good.

We traveled to places where past explorers once stood.

I even carved a race-car out of a block of wood.

When we went camping I saw a shooting star and made a wish.

We cooked and I made my first dutch oven dish.

When we hiked down to the lake and took our poles I caught a fish.

At night we sat around the campfire telilng stories that were scariesh.

And we played basketball and I made the net go swish.

We did so many different things that were fun.

They even let us shoot a BB gun.

If we had a lot of energy our leader just told us one thing, RUN!

Played a variety of fun games and sometimes I won.

Saw my father having loads of good times with his son.

I was scared I wouldn't make any friends, not a one.

In reality I didn't meet a few, I made a ton.

We learned about other famous scouts like past presidents.

Baseball players, astronauts, doctors, scientists, and the guy that created the Muppets.

We made the whole crowd cheer and laugh when we performed our skit.

And screamed with delight as we launched our model rocket.

When I started scouts I promised I would never quit.

Those are the values that came with my blue outfit.

But most important I learned to DO YOUR BEST!

Hold on....

What do you do when you see someone on the brink?

On the edge of tears.

Being swallowed by all their fears.

Somebody who wants to cry.

Smiling at the world in hopes of it believing the lie.

Knowing a person who puts everything on their shoulders.

Marching and smiling like a good soldier.

You hold on.

What do you do when you see someone who's gone to far?

While they dangle over the edge.

Because they got to close to the ledge.

Bottling up the truth for too long.

That they started to believe their own song.

Always living a life full of so many questions.

And never taking their own suggestions.

You hold on to their hand.

What do you do when sadness takes hold and won't let go?

Let them cry until there tears are no more.

They have broken down their walls and have given you a key to their locked door.

Feel every second of each heart beat.

Showing the monsters deep down they will feel defeat.

Always be there and never let them go.

They need you more than they will let you know.

You hold on that hug.

What do you do when you miss love?

Make note the way their lips taste.

The look of pure beauty in their face.

When you take their breath away.

Being in each other lives makes living worth it everyday.

Cherish every embrace.

Knowing you won when you finally became brave enough to start the chase.

You hold on to that kiss.

What do  you do when a child looks up to you?

Teach them what was fun when you were a kid.

Show them what you wish you did before you became to big.

Rule each other's life with love.

Protect them from the coldness of life like a winter's glove.

And always, always, always be there.

Showing up and listening is the biggest way of showing you care.

You hold on to their spirit.

What do you when you become lost?

Dream big and make your fantasies large.

Show the world that your ultimately in charge.

Listen to what you friends and family say.
They see your life in a whole different way.

Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late to start.

Stop feeding the demons and listen to your heart.

You hold on to you.

Hold on to love.

Never let go of life.

Give Up

No matter how strong we always have a day.

When we want to throw our hands up and walk away.

Always seeing our goals as too far.

And never giving enough credit for being where we are.

We all think success is a straight line.

Truth is anything worth anything takes time.

Success and failure is part of everyone's destiny.

Hiding our monsters and mistakes so no one can see.

Giving excuses of what is holding us back.

Instead of balling up our fists getting ready to attack.

Life never gets easier we just become strong.

Learning when we are right, but learning even more when we are wrong.

Motivation and degradation in the same voice.

Who you listen to is your own choice.

Sometimes the words of encouragement that are said.

Are blocked by the demons in your head.

Whispering in your ear that you are never enough.

All you are is weak and you will never be tough.

Those words cut deep and make you bleed.

Giving more fuel for your nightmares to feed.

When it feel's like your only option is to give up, don't.

You say to yourself I will always bounce back, but chances are you won't.

You will lose all that momentum you had going for you.

Dreams will only be dreams, but failure will be come true.

Always climb every mountain to the top.

Go at full speed and throw out the word stop.

Destroy the flag that is only white.

Never give up without giving a fight.

A wise puppet told me there only do, no try.

And we only regret the things we never did when we die.

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.