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More Human than Hero

Heroes are just humans,

full of flaws and faults

like the rest of us

They may think that

the flaws are hidden when capes and masks are donned,

that faults fly away when they do,

but instead they just fester and grow

into something without edges

or boundaries.

In trying to save the world,

they forget to save themselves.

They turn more human than hero.

And that is what draws us to them.

You can give us super-humans

and although their powers dazzle us,

we are allured to the human in their names.

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So Do Our Heroes

To you, oh comicbooks, do I appoint the dedication of this poem to

All your intricacies and simplicities

All your realities and complexities

You reflect our hearts

of what they are and what they wish to be

Victory and vanity

Freedom and failings

Honor and hesitation

These are you

These are us

We created super-powered beings

with ink and paper and imagination

We created beings with powers due only to gods

We created false gods

knowing that we do the same with flesh and blood

not just ink and paper.

We imbued you with powers beyond comprehension

to change the world

and not just your’s

with evil masterminds

and cat burglars

and devilish henchmen,

but also to change our world.

To give hope

and dreams

and nobility

to little boys and girls

reading your pages.

So that when they grow up

to become big boys and big girls

they can change the world.

Yet,

in giving you powers beyond our comprehension

we also heightened your

failures and faults and flaws

We created Superman

and we created kryptonite

We created Spider-man

and we created Uncle Ben

We created Wolverine

and we created his savageness

We created heroes

and we created their weaknesses

to comfort us

to know that

we have failures and faults and flaws

and so do our heroes.

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What Are Friends For?

Setting:Blank white room with windows overlooking a park. There are seven folding chairs in a circle, but only six people. On the door to the room is a sign saying ‘Therapy Group for Friends of Superheroes’.

 

Characters:

Mary Jane Watson – Spider-man’s on and off again girlfriend

Harry Osborn – Spider-man’s friend and sometimes Green Goblin

Jimmy Olsen – Superman’s friend and Daily Planet photographer

Foggy Nelson – Daredevil’s friend and partner in law

Lois Lane – Superman’s on and off again girlfriend and Daily Planet journalist

Alfred Pennyworth – Batman’s butler

Doc Ock: Spider-man supervillain

 

Alfred:

I would assume that someone would be leading this group?

Foggy (Says shaking his head):

Yeah, I got a law firm to run and sadly my payment is fish.

Lois (checking her phone):

Come on, we all got lives and appointments, but we are all here for one reason. We are friends of superheroes and it’s hard.

Mary Jane:

I don’t even know how many times Pete has come home all beat up and has refused to go the hospital. It keeps me awake all night not knowing if this will be his last fight.

Jimmy:

I don’t really have that problem, Superman can take care of himself. But it is more about how many times I’ve been kidnapped. Good grief, I start to feel at home inside a bag blindfolded by how many times I gotten taken.

Harry:

I am sure that we have all had that happen to us, but Superman can only get hurt by magic or a rock. If Spider-man gets a rock thrown at him then he bruises.

Foggy:

Even more so, Daredevil is blind. He could not even see the rock coming! But then again he does have sonar and he is not afraid of anything. (To himself) And that’s what scares me.

Lois:

Have you ever thought that Superman doesn’t even belong to this planet! How hard that must be for him.

Alfred:

Ms. Lane, I do not know if you noticed, but every hero who has a friend here is an orphan. Bruce’s parents were shot, Matt’s father was murdered and his mother is a mystery, you just pointed out Clark and what about Peter’s parents  . . .

Mary Jane:

Are a long story.

Jimmy:

So all of our heroes have a sad story that they rise up against and become legends, but what about us. Who is supposed to cover for their three times a week upset stomachs and forgetting their sunglasses?

Lois:

Is it bad to not want them to go out and save hundreds of lives and only want them to be our heroes? Only to be our boyfriends and husbands? To be there for us?

Foggy:

I don’t know about that last part, but I do wish that Matt would show up to a case when I need him. But it is just human nature. But that is not a reason to stop having a relationship with them all together. (Foggy coughs and looks directly at Mary Jane.)

Harry:

Have you ever thought that we are the people that gives our hero strength to get up and finish off the Lizard or Doomsday or Joker? We are the people that they are fighting for.

Lois:

Not exactly sure if that works when you happen to be in the Villain’s place, Harry.

Jimmy:

Ohh, burn, man! That was first class!

Mary Jane:

Hey, we all make mistakes.

Foggy:

Like being a druggie when Gwen’s neck snapped and the whole universe just got a little bit darker.

Alfred:

We are here to support one another through difficult times and not point out flaws.

Lois:

I am sorry, Harry.

Harry:

Thank you. Not everyone finds out that their Dad is a supervillain and that the superhero killed him and you want revenge to only find out that the hero is your best friend.

Jimmy:

Yeah, that doesn’t happen to everybody  . . .

CRASH!!! The windows shattered into the room as Doc Ock walks through.

Doc Ock:

Did anyone ever think about ever think about the villains? We do not have any friends. What makes us keep on going when we are beat? Does anyone love us besides our mother’s?

Lois:

Umm . . . didn’t you have that weird mind swapping thing going on a while ago? Anna Maria loved you.

Doc Ock:

But I had to be in Peter’s body to do that! And it took decades before I was able to even get a chance! I even died for her. Did anyone here die for their hero? I think not.

Alfred:

Mr. Octavius, I do not believe that I see Miss Gwen Stacy present.

Foggy:

Friends and loved ones give people – our heroes – things worth fighting for. Without them, they only have things worth dying for.

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Controlling the Monster

They think I’m a monster

Well, maybe He is

but I’m not

I’m still all in here

it’s just  . . .

He takes control

and there is

almost

nothing I can do about it

I see

and hear

and smell

and sometimes taste

the bystanders

or the villains

or even heroes

He hurts

that I am letting Him hurt

Sometimes it feels so good to let Him pound on them

But most of the time

I cringe

Most people think of the monster

the brute

The Hulk

but what about the Gamma that is still inside of me

the tingling

smarting

burning

pain

that scratches

and scratches

and never stops

eating away at my skin

No one ever sees it

because I regenerate

but I feel it

constantly and chronically

Sometimes I wonder

what my life would be like if

I let that kid

Rick Jones

be blasted

and not me

It finds what you always wanted

I wanted strength

What did he want?

Would the world be better

If I didn’t try to play hero?

Well, I’m stuck with always trying not to be the villain

Is one act of heroism worth all the collateral damage?

I just wonder how much longer I can keep this up

I keep on screaming ‘NO!’ when He smashs

and He screams right back ‘YES’

That’s my real super power

Controlling the Monster

There is a down side

to every up

But there are more ups

because I can save lives.

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The Self- Control of a Speedster

Time

it moves so slowly

and yet so quickly

But for me normally the former

I don’t ‘harness the Speed Force’

I’m not one second ahead

I just run

like really really fast

Sometimes people forget how much I need to process

I still have the same speed of acknowledgement

I see

and have to make

less than a split second decision

But the people I care about

my team

my sister

are all

slow

I have to come down to their level

Life is just so much more

I live in weeks of their hour

I may seem impatient

but

they

are

just

so

slow

Super speed sounds

great

at first

but

something as simple as enjoying a sunset

or watching a movie

It’s unbearable!

Because I have to process things so much faster

I can’t stop myself

I do it all the time

Being  . . . fast

feels so good

and it’s so hard

not to give in

The self-control

to come down

– to slow down –

to their level

it’s maddening

That’s my real super power

Self-control

There is a down side

to every up

But there are more ups

because I can save lives.

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Which Prompts Another?

Does the secret prompt a lie

or

does the lie make it a secret?

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Information and knowledge

stored in brain cells,

that is what secrets and lies are,

but

so

much

more.

***

If no good comes from the truth,

does that make lying not bad?

Oh how we twist the rules

to keep ourselves still following ‘the rules’.

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Keep the truth hidden,

tell the lie,

you say ‘I did it to protect you’.

***

When does lying to protect someone

stop being that

and start becoming self-preservation?

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If truth be told,

to you – my protected one,

only destruction can come.

Do you want me to tell the truth then?

Destruction

or

Continueing in Messy Innocence

?

Does the secret prompt a lie

or

does the lie make it a secret?

Becoming Vulnerable ~ Part 2

Once upon a wish,

I wished to become vulnerable.

I am.

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I got everything I asked for,

down to the little details.

And I can’t handle it.

***

My senses are overwhelmed,

I can feel everything.

***

I begged for this,

I said

No matter the cost,

this is the price I pay.

***

I can’t go backwards,

into unfeeling again.

I’ve realized there is a whole world out there,

to go back?

I couldn’t handle it, just as I can’t handle Feeling Everything right now.

***

I need to get use to Feeling Everything.

What if I can’t?

***

I am torn between

love and worthless survival.

I would love to be able to feel,

to be vulnerable.

Yet my invulnerability would allow me

not to feel all the pain I’m experiencing right now.

But that survival would mean nothing,

because I wouldn’t be living.

***

I learned my invulnerability wasn’t skin deep,

it went to my heart.

I have so many emotions,

I can’t handle it.

All the suffering

and I can’t do enough to make a difference.

And I’m one of the Supers.

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I wanted pain,

when others have so much,

I am such a hypocrite.

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Current pain seems to be greater than future pain,

I’ve learned.

***

I choose to become invulnerable,

again.

I choose knowing that my heart

will become stone,

when I’ve felt it be flesh.

***

I choose unfeeling.

I will become invulnerable,

again.