Greatness

When heart and mind,
In oneness find,
that truth burns like fire,

Soul and heart,
in sorrow start,
to churn with desire.

For my mind it says,
that I am great.
Alas! my heart denies,

For my heart it knows
the bitter truth,
that quietly hidden lies:

I am human,
child of God,
Mannequin of His,

I win and lose,
But I can never choose,
which victory I'm to take.

If I've won I've lost,
In loss I win,
Greatness is not my Grace,

If God the Lord names me good,
No man can steal my Win,
Then I am beyond disgrace.

Waited...

A hundred years I waited, hoping against hope,
A thousand miles, a million moons and many a hangman's rope.

An aeon I had watched, a lifetime I had slaved,
A countless burning years, slaving in your wake.

Through a blazing trail of fear, a blackened path of doom,
Through a scorching sultry summer, and an icy winter gloom.

With a manic bubble of laughter, a tragic gurgle of pain,
A panicked cry of terror, and a many a broken chain.

With soundless cries of joyful ache, tearless sobs of woe,
Through aisles and dreams and distant screams and many a bedecked row,

I'd jumped and danced and gaily pranced, I'd run and I had spun,
I'd walked and swooned and prettily mooned, every ending I'd begun.

Years from now, when you come for me, I'll look at you and say,
“I'd awaited you for an eternity, now I'll be going on my way.”

Who am I?

Wall to wall and tree to tree I flew like the desert sand,
Suspended from a silver string, a steely silken strand.
I walked the bird trail, that elusive path,
My mortal magic made many men mad.
I purged the Mother of her sinning spawn,
That ghoulish green goblin of Hell I slew,
That eight limb-ed terror, that twisted fiend I killed as his evil grew.
Distressed damsels, oppressed knaves, children of God I saved,
Yet no one knows my name or face, by no one are they shared.
My beloved I'd protected, hard choices I have made,
Soiled son of sand I slew, and by a friend I've been betrayed.
The dispelled darkness, that beaten beast, had once dared defiance,
And I'd battled with that mangled monster, drew more than guts and gore,
I endured agony, fought for love, for soul and self and more.
But in the end I'd always won, Victory is my bride,
Her presence brings fame and glory, and also with it my inglorious pride.

I am Spiderman.

Paradox???

Death is the life that the living die for.

What Can't Be Done

There’s no such thing as cannot be done,
Don’t let your failures fool you,
Behind every cloud is hidden a sun,
Don’t let the raindrops blind you.

When

When your mind says ‘you can’t do it’
When you friends say ‘you’re not strong’
When you’re foes say ‘you’re not worth it’
Your heart says ‘they are wrong’

When you’d rather switch with someone
‘coz you feel your talents few…
When you feel you’re better than no one,
Your heart says ‘that’s not true’

When you feel your every breath,
Is an undeserving prize,
That your life deserves but death
Your heart says ‘those are lies’

When the world says ‘I’ll ignore you’
When your peers say ‘you’re too weak’
Your heart says softly to you,
‘They’ll eat the words they speak’

So heed your trusting heart now,
And face the world anew,
Make them gasp and gape and bow,
Who underestimated you.

Whimsical

This world is ruled by Him,
His will is our command,
Our wishes are His whim,
Our actions his demand.

One might wonder why,
We are ruled by someone else,
And why we shackled lie,
Imprisoned in our cells.

But the truth is rather simple,
And simplicity it is,
'cause though freedom is our right,
Our lives are bound to His.