I failed to save another soul today.
On my high patrol, I heard their last gasps leave their lips,
and I let their salvation get away
slipping through my super-powered fingertips.

If I can write assurance to a thousand souls lost, humorous and witty
"If I muster all the words that I know," I thought, "Surely I can save this city."
But life can't be measured by honeyed words, and it's agony to see
the souls' salvations that I'm missing beneath my red-caped nobility.

Even if I flew higher still, with my cape waving proud and free,
no great power I could bring to bear could match my responsibility.
For every orphan girl I save, there's another not too far afield.
For every chain broken, for every freed slave, there are chains that will not yield.

I'd fly around the world and turn back time, but I know t'would be in vain.
What's a single Superman to do, when the whole world cries to be saved?

in the depth of human tragedy
there is also this dillema
of tyranny
that either the truth or the lie
is going to crash the tyrant

they play reality games
and
the delusion will end in catastrophe
but
how much of the world is going to take with it?

spring is in a rush this year,
to affirm the rationality
of life

dozing-lightly,
Dog doing same
Black cat enters.
All froze

Whats my name?
and where do i belong?
What  lame
Question?
rhetorically
I asked my mirror image
Tuft of hair sprouting from my head
my thoughts spinning like a windmill
I was a different creature from yester years
i was a different shade in this hell
Around me i could hear whispers
Murmurs and even stammers
spilling hum around nature
As they tried to decrypt my identity
As a davinci's code
trying to fit me like a jigsaw
puzzle
Who am i??
The face i saw in a bowl of spring water
Made me wonder
the shadow i saw on a sunny day
left me perplexed
In how many realms do my souls exist
in how many forms do i breathe
With hazy and tired eyes
I can nolonger see my future
nor can my brain fathom what i am
Around me all is dark and hidden
far from reach
do i have an alter ego?
Am yet to comprehend
so
Who is the other me?

pain loves the present tense
it loves gravity so that the clouds
are turned into geological strata
sometimes I use my hands like an anaesthetic
between right and wrong the pain dillema:
to feel or not to feel (the unknown)
we discover clever remedies or illusions
quiet cannery in the storehouse of flesh

it comes in circles mixtures all kind of names
it has rythm texture electric blackness
each unshed tear an orb of contraction
compulsive excavation of the void inside
sometimes I feel I have canyons of salt in my heart
on the edges of safety so much to learn about terror

this pain is a blind Robinson on Hope island
(with his bare hands he sets pyres in his heart)
was it pain that invented this language, these holy wars?
love you, hate you, nonsense, can't stand it anymore
I know my father lied to me that he doesn't feel pain

bodies in pain can't dream the water slide of life
that might take us further away into the night of day
time to say thank you, say farewell,
love everything that simply is
it is time to

She played it well,
so **** good like a busketball game,
but hell broke loss when
caught between the devil and the dillema.

She was a player such a **** poor one,
she never knew when to play her cards right,
bet she read the wrong menu when it came to killing two birds with one stone.

Her timing was poor,
but not so bad at it than how she failed to tell lies.
She would cry upon vanity all day long,
and let the poor boys believe they where the only ones.(i call them boys because they were not men enough to see)

She could have just practiced paliamory, ohh no i oppose on that.
What love could it have been for two people when she knew she loved only one.

Now her family and freinds are trapped in her lies,
defending the other guy from the other (they are being fooled).

As much as we were groomed and told to give away our toys.
i believe its time she lets go
for her mourns, tears and screams have come to the extent of reaveling to the whole world how naive but not innocent she is.

We met on the same road at odd strides
Drums of memories at our backs
Swaying and swishing us side to side
Spilling and splashing on our tracks

Your burden lightened as I smiled
The pain in your eyes softened
Shall we go into the wild?
I reached your hand, my grasp strengthened

Please. Let’s go… this is it
Don’t let thoughts hold you back
I’m with you
I’m by your side

Such strong legs, how are you still here?
Offload these memories, there lies better ahead
I’ll lag a moment, don’t you fear
And poke a hole in this drum so fed

It is night now, the sun has set
Tomorrow you’ll see, your drum will be shed

The sun rises, my eyes pry open
Your wings hid as a drum, now ready to fly
Unburdened, confident, they strengthen
Hunting the horizon, you aim with your eye

I stare with shock, I stare with awe
You turn at me with a faltering smile
Nature exposes our only flaw
There is no longer a shade of denial

Please go… it’s gonna be gone soon
I’d hold you back
Can’t follow you
Can’t be by your side

You won’t have to be scared
Face that horizon with brave
Make your wings spread
Follow and feast what you crave

I have got a drum to offload
I will follow your trail
Turn now, switch to flight mode
Lead the way, I will soon set sail

With a gentle swing of your bold wings
You shook this earth off
A wet earth upon which my foot now stings
I now stand in a memory trough

You hover and look back
One last look at my smile
As your tears try to stack
Instead they drop a mile

You swing your wings without fear
I will hold onto your burdens now
I feel the memories creep up my rear
I’m stuck now, I don’t know how

My chin sinks into the cold
You shrink into the distant glow
Roaring in the sky so bold
As I gargle under the flow

Please don’t go… what do we do?
I want you back
Just want to be with you.
Nobody is by my side

You can’t hear me from here
Please don’t turn back
I am surrounded by fear
It is so cold and black

I’ll come… enjoy it.
Chasing your back.
You will be with me
We’ll rule side by side

I imagined you as the softest thing i ever touched...
I seen the smile of an angel when you parted your lips...
Your eyes sparkle like a jewel not meant to find....
A sketch artist could not draw what I saw...
I heard the laugh I can only describe like music....
I cant define a tune and I love the mystery.....
You became a unsolved dillema i had to crack....
But I know that as long as I never crack the case...
The clues you leave will be the reason I will work...
A clue like a kiss is going to be analyzed and gone over again and again...
A piece of clothing left by my bed will always be a mystery to me...
I hope you know  the fingerprints I leave on your face...
Are just a prelude to an attempted hair sample...
But as i run my hands thru your hair.....
I knew my search was now over...
I found who you were in your stare...
I am now so in love with the mystery you are...
I dont need to ever figure it out...
I dont wanna understand your moves....
I will not ever be your tail....
I just will sit back and let you keep stealing my heart...

So why does god give us battles we sometimes feel we can't phase ? Why is it okay for him to watch our misery..is he working on something up their ? Why do I feel like when I need someone along my side on a bad day hes listening but what's coming next ? Another challenge..is this just thunder ? So when does the sun come out and rises me from all my life problems.

When can I finally say I'm done battling with hell.
When will I be able to say I'm living sturdy and not worrying about anything ?  

But to be completely honest..I think everyone will always have to deal with a dillema. I must say unfortunately its part of life.

Its an up hill challenge. And one day Ill look back and thank him for all the problems..because it just makes us alot stronger and smarter.

So I'm putting my trust in you. For your the one with our destiny in youe hands. Your the one with all the answers. And right now..I believe you will make something big out of this for the best.

The years are like dust to my path,
they blew with lost and crack my tears.
My tales cannot be told in fact
it have been a sojournal for years.
I search for my dreams in my fate
like a dark labyrinth of time,
i long for the elixir of faith
and got lost in the creeds of my crime.
Heaven please bear me thy witness
my heart is running out of grace,
i want to be found in your loveness
but, how can i be blind to your trace?
My will drowning in a dillema,
the years,now like dust to my path.