Monthly Archives: June 2015

The Protectors

Supers don’t just protect the innocent from Villains

Supers don’t just save the damsel in distress

Supers don’t just rescue the hostages

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They protect their loved ones

by keeping secrets

The heroes save the closest people to them from worries

The Powered-People rescue their family and friends from the potential Villains

All by feeding them falsehood

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They feed them easy fibs to slip down their throats

But it gets harder and harder to come up with excuses

and the close friends and family have to chew through the deception

And soon the Capes have to force-feed themselves the untruth to keep on living

To say they are helping the loved ones

by breaking the ninth commandment

That it is better this way

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That they haven’t crossed the line that they are fighting against

That they are only protecting the loved ones

Because that’s what Supers do

Right?

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Just a Feeling

When a secret identity and the hero persona collide

When the meek and mild know something they shouldn’t

normally

When the hero has extra information

Regardless of how

And the matter comes to the amigos of the identity’s attention

All the Supers say, ‘You just need to trust me.’

And yet they can’t muster up enough trust to release their duality

They have courage to rush into a burning building

and stop the Super-Villain

But not enough to tell the ones they love

That they are the face inside the mask

By asking for their trust

The ordinary lie

The Truth

The Trust

The Lie

To keep the mask hidden from the closest people

And for some reason the closest people are closest to the Capes

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And so they say ‘I just have a

Feeling

Hutch

Instint

Gut-feeling

Intuition

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This is what Clark Kent tells Lois Lane

This is what Matt Murdock tells Foggy Nelson

This is what Barry Allen tells Iris West

This is what Peter Parker tells Mary Jane Watson

This is what I tell you

The Executioner

Off with his head!

But he was still in my heart.

Condemned to death

on my behalf

Of which I did not want

nor need.

The executioner was wearing their black mask

but I knew who was inside.

The blade was coming down

and I was rushing through the crowds of people who should have been there

My white dress following behind me

as tears were pushing themselves down

but the tears were not for the man

They were for the executioner

The man was only in my heart out of grace

but the executioner

but the executioner

but the executioner

was the one who was truly being killed that day

The executioner was trying to saving me

and I, the executioner.

Off with his head!

But he was still in my heart.

Condemned to death

on my behalf

Of which I did not want

nor need.

I run up to the guillotine

and stop the blade

with my hand

A physical reminder of now what I am missing.

The man is still alive,

but part of me is broken

or at least half way to broken.

But all is well

For I stopped the executioner.

Indeed, I Did the Deed

In response to The Strawberry Taste in my Mouth


I look up and I see the sun

and I hear the bumble bees

The strawberry taste in my mouth has passed

I feel the bird’s wings brush up against me and I’m okay

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Indeed, I did the deed

The words were foreign

Just like I knew they would be

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They had their effect

and run their course

of hours pondering

Maybe a little better

A new place to explore

but the puzzle pieces themselves didn’t change

Instead the puzzle as a whole did

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I’ve decided that a vacuum should pick up dog hair from carpet

and a watch should be hided under a coat sleeve

only seen when time is needed

A vacuum should not be made out of a watch

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The pieces of life do not have to fit

Maybe they aren’t made to

Maybe life doesn’t have to be completely and utterly

okay

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Indeed I did the deed

and found not a new perspective

but a new concept

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Everything doesn’t have to fit

Everything doesn’t have to work

Everything doesn’t have to be perfect because someone thinks it should

It’s okay to not be okay inside

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And so I

I look up and I see the sun

and I hear the bumble bees

The strawberry taste in my mouth has passed

I feel the bird’s wings brush up against me and I’m okay

to not be okay

Life Isn’t Always A Game of Chess

Life isn’t always a game of chess

Where two opponents

Make strategic moves to best the other

With Pawns and Kings

And Bishops can only move in diagonals

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There won’t always be a Moriarty to your Holmes

A Joker to Batman

A arch-enemy

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Someone who opposes you at everything

Every action

Every idea

Every ideal

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Sometimes life is more like Yahtzee

Can be played alone

or with or against someone

It can be played with a whole group of friends and family

or a few

You roll the dice and pick what your best options are

You put in for your Full House

and the dice allow it to be

Or you have to put in for your Chance

Or even zero out something

You don’t always get a Yahtzee

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Or it could be Gestures

People guessing wildly what your actions could mean

and only one truly gets it right

Unless if you’re easy to read

Or given simple cards

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Twister seems plausible

As does Pictionary

Stratego is too much like chess

and Outburst not quite right as Gestures is

Racko is similar to Yahtzee

Apples to Apples is closer to life because of lobbying

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Even The Game of Life isn’t quite life

There is no miscarriages, divorce or abuse

Or waiting rooms, pulling all nighters, or your children running to you scared during a thunderstorm

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Life normally doesn’t have opponents

but more unforeseen chances

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Life is more of a game of Yahtzee than Chess

If

If

a one syllable word, swollen with meaning

Of regret

Of wishes

Of hindsight

****

In a land and a time where

wishes came true

mistakes were fixed

and regret was a foreign word

****

Where If comes true

****

Going back

changing the past

doing what I wish I had done

knowing what I know now and altering history

****

Changing others choices

Transforming the choices of others that had hurt me

into helping me

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The power of changing choices

I prefer reality

I prefer history a one way path

Instead of fixing choices

I would rather make new ones,

ones that failed

and ones that succeed

Why go through the past again?

Learning what I already learned once?

There is a reason why

God made time move forward

So that we do too.

In a land and a time where

wishes came true

mistakes were fixed

and regret was a foreign word

****

Where If comes true

Is a land and a time I wish not to have

Today is my victory in making mistakes

In failure I find my victory

Failing to be someone others want me to be

If

a one syllable word, swollen with meaning

Of regret

Of wishes

Of hindsight

Is a word I use not

The power of changing choices

Today.

Places From The California Notebooks 2015

Beautiful piece! 🙂

annamosca

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once I used
to live in a jungle
I think

I spent my time
wading off emotions
spiders and mosquitoes

crying

the light was
hardly shining
emotions were
too thick

I needed a machete

cutting off some thoughts
new emotions started
to grow tall and lean
fewer the ivy

now I live

in a green pasture
sunshine on a clear sky
and the occasional
thorn bush

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