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Not-So-Superman Jan 2014
Should my spirit leave my flesh,
be happy for my spirit's best.
For I continue to live on all around
My spirit now remains unbound.

I go on in the drops of rain
I go on in every piece of grain.

I am in the sun and in it's dawn
I am in the insects that everywhere spawn.

I live on in the sky so blue,
I live on even in the morning dew.

I exist even in the brown of earth
I exist even in every child's mirth.

Though I die and pass away
Put your restless mind at bay
I live on in this world, I tell you that's true.
I live on and on, even in you.
Inspired by the Poem "Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Not-So-Superman Dec 2013
A sheep drowned whole
in color black.
Stripped clean of all,
naught but his soul.

My blood has robbed
All past power
My blood has pushed
Off Babel's tower

Alas my castle
a cage has turned
for my deliverance
my spirit yearned.

The time of which
I may once leave.
The time of which
My burden heave

The sheep's spirit
in tatters lie
in color black
the stench of dye

He was never this way
He grew into position
He was never this way
he once had better disposition.

The sheep he screams
as the dye once again nears.
This time with a stench
Of unmistakable permanence.
Hmmm.. work in progress! Will have to undergo change! Please do tell me and feel free to comment this :)
Not-So-Superman Dec 2013
The lone book in the corner,
dust covered, untouched.
The toys left on the floor
Fake plastic with cracks upon their faces

Times go, leaves change
But it always stays the same
The lone book
The plastic toys.

The only things that change are the colors
Baby blue turns bright red
White turns to grey,
Then fades to black

The toy boat never really used to float,
It just gave the impression it did.
The plastic superhero never saved lives,
It just wanted you to think so.

The cars never had any battery
They were never going anywhere in the first place.
The games were always just one player
You never really had anyone else.

Times go, leaves change
You never knew,
but found out it’s been the same,
The lone book
The plastic toys.

— The End —