I've been wondering so much,
      About when we will eventually lose touch,
But then I realised all it takes to mend a broken heart,
        Is one step forward and a new start.

As poets we paint pictures of death and war,
We capture the essence of poverty and hunger,
We sing of the fiery hell that singes souls,

But...

We also express love and romance,
We instil the message of family unity,
We draw upon scenic routes and beautiful sights

But...

We never captured the character and nature
Of the black rose creating justice
Through unjustifiable means.
We never talked about Batman.

He lived once,
To see the sun,
To see the smiles,
To see the stars,
To see the moon,
To see the light,
To see the dark.
To see the girl,
To see the sickness,
To see the hospital,
To see the heart,
To see the scalpel,
To see the transplant.....


.....He died once,
To see her happy and alive.

The white shadow,
With hooves of diamond,
Yet pigeonholed,
To live the life of a racehorse.

The smiling poet,
With heart of gold,
Yet pigeonholed,
To live the life of isolation.

Look at me with wide open eyes.
Know that I am not as I appear.
I never did mind the darkness,
Even though it frightens me so.

Sometimes, I fool even myself
Into thinking that I search for answers.           
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The truth is something more
Than I ever will display.

SATOR
AREPO
TENET
OPERA
ROTAS

And I awaken.

I speak for him,
I speak though him.

It does not matter the reason.

Never, never will I leave.

There was a crystal chalice
From which I used to drink.
There was a set of pricipals
On which I used to think.

And once the door is opened
The words begin to flow.
I am his brother, partner, lover.

I am the summate of his fears.

I am the solvant of his tears.

Sometimes all you have is yourself.

Sometimes all he has is me.

I make the decisions,
And take the actions
That are too difficult for him.

There are times I haved saved his life,
But I should never be mistaken for what I am not.

My venom is toxic.