The "S" On His Chest

The "S" On His Chest
By: Bridgett Allen

In these eyes' esteem, 
You are a dream...

Much more than "just a man"
You soar above the land,
See farther than what's presented,
My own little Superman...
Faster than a speeding bullet,
No one can touch you...
My eyes haven't the seconds
To see any other fellow than thee,
Stronger than 1000 men,
They fall but you stand tall,
Succumb to human temptations?
No, you see right through it all...
For you have XRay vision,
And see through any ambition,
Mighty and impervious,
You're able to withstand...
And in this bubble will I stay,
Until the day...
Then burst..........
Wait a minute....
Was it all just a dream?
Was I but a foolish dreamer?
Silly to hold you at such esteem?
Are you really, "just a man"?
Pervious of ambiguity?
No... Not so...
I look and can't find, any sign, of divinely intwined human incontinuity...
And there's still that same smile,
And in me this same feeling...
This euphoric, soul captivating love has me reeling...
I am yours...
And you are mine...
Kindred spirits in love's confine,
And It is beyond my comprehension,
Why you chose this plain Jane...
Because Superwoman I am not,
Yet still you remain...
If you are really superman, then through your X-ray eyes
Surely you must see...
Beyond my facade of tried-perfection...
Straight through to the real me?
And then it all comes rushing in,
And finally I understand,
You love me cause you're MY soul's twin...
Super-souls, super-love, can withstand...
And because if I were superwoman,
Who'd need a superMAN???
So, are you really him?
This, I don't need to know...
For I wouldn't love you any less if
That answer was "No..."

Posted on 09/11/12

***Idolotry***

***Idolotry***

By: Xawtik Islanda

A little girl stands in a crowd and screams,

but no one hears her muffled cries...

Or sees the tears that seem to stream,

and flow from tender, bulging eyes...

The world she thought would be her friend,

abandoned and abused her; again and again...

Until she flees into the silence,A captive of innocent ignorance....

Yet in her place within the crowd,

should stand a Banshee, tall and loud...

Whose presence is flagrant and demanding,

She cares not for their understanding...

She builds 4 walls, each strong and tall...

Right in the middle of them all...

And at the top, the Banshee sings her deathly lulling song.

"Marvel at my illusive beauty...

Adore my specious grace...

Esteem my mendacious confidence...

I transpose to suit taste...

While I gather your approval,

and while you lust me with your eyes...

Below these walls, both strong and tall,

Innocence slowly dies...

For when she danced, you mocked her,

and when she smiled, you frowned;

and when she laughed herself to tears,

you tried to make her drown...

A light that shined to brightly;

you tried to turn her off...

And when she showed you tenderness,

You turned away and scoffed...

So here I stand above you...

You slaves unto this world,

For you will never again see,

the true beauty of this girl..."

to be continued.....

Posted 05/07/12