Evil Hero (part 1)

Part 1: Understanding the Devil

No, I’m not insane. Take your emotions out of the equation, think rationally, think with no heart.

Before I start writing, I looked up the definition of a hero, though many; the definition that feeds my goal can be summed as someone who fights for a cause. Not necessarily a good cause, a positive kind, genuine cause, but a cause nor good or bad.

A hero can be a person who fights for what they believe in, whither it is against your better belief. A hero can  be someone who achieves the impossible task of power. Power is corrupt, money is evil, power is corrupt. The struggle of any human to the top of the hierarchy is a heroic act of it’s won. Why? Because they have faced the demons of life, or reality, or metal emotion, or society. They scrapped the crap off toilets, and had their faces scraped with crap. They lived in poverty, they walked barefoot. Despite all evils of life they swerved, took a U turn into power. Not beautifying their actions, but admiring the wit of evil to commit anything.

They gambled with souls, they puzzled innocence. There was no force of evil more evil, ever inhabiting the earth other than Adolf Hitler. Before we get into analysis of the character of a monster, let’s state some facts that do quality as odd defying odds categorized as an accomplishment. Each evil hero came pushed though the odds of:

1. Dysfunctional family (abandoned by father/mother), abusive step-parent.
2. Abused, tarnished mother.
3. Poor and/or Poverty stricken.
4. Educational disputes (leave school, bullied, etc), rejected from Educational institute.
5. Homeless, struggling in early adult life.

Through my struggle to understand the human fate I realize that the evil are the most passionate and emotional struggling with their own emotions coming with the pain of the past and justifying a place in the present and future proving their capabilities to those who doubted and laughed.

Love

Love is pain and pain is love. Love is heart ache, love is tears, love is compassion, love is passion. Love is a voice, it’s a picture of wrinkles. Agony is the reformed shape of love. You love as in die for.

Love is the glimpse of glitter shinning though your eyes. Love in the light possessing your body every time love walks in. Love is the glare that makes you smile. Love is a space, a dimension. Love is a phase, love is a legend. Love is not a shape, nor does it have a color. Love has no country, no origin. Love is a birth, love is process…

Love in the feeling that makes you fly. Love is the tears that make you cry, love is the hand you hold, the years you spend, the yes’s you say and no’s you wish you had.

Love is foolish, love is strange, love is scary, love is mysterious. Love is freedom, love is captive. Love is young, love is old, love is middle aged, love is a crisis, love is a being apart of me that can never reside else where.

Love is a heart beat, love is the moon. Love is the sun, love is light over the waves of waters spreading warmth through miles of oceans.

Love is cold, love is pain, love is death, love is lost, love is far, and sometimes near. Love is a question, and maybe an answer.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

The question of why.

Why does greatness die young, evil dies old.

Why does good hurt, and bad laugh.

Why do dreamers want it all, yet get nothing. Slacker get everything, yet wanting nothing.

Why does love leave when love is a peak of selfless passion.

Why does family hate you when you love them most.

Why are you abandoned at the door when your bleeding?

There are many more questions cruising through memories of a history book lost in the dust of time.

Why do the tear drops of the green eyes go unnoticed by the wavers of the hazel cold lover, gone with the wind of eternity. Never to come back, her eyes froze in time, soul released from ceasur.  Telling the tale of dripping ache.

N.A.

Decay

I blame you for the decay, the chipping away. The led that seems through, the pounds of drums syncing through the peddles, vibrating across the rivers. Leafs vane a story of puzzling game. Enigma was the theory of the creator in mind. The plays play out wonders of drama; sarcastic laughing of the century crackled by thee. I grow, with my eyes circling the motion silence around me too loud to listen to, too low to hear. The story was too bright to see, the scenes too dark to recognize. An army of water circled my eyes, ready to attack the battled fields of puples dried of grin. The lines of the facade I call face gloomed down, sunk deep into a cave of hiding.

Fuzz covered the realism, reality was blunt. Reson was on vacation and brain was frozen. Emotion silented, handcuffed my soul. Round up the laughter, all gone. The legs keep walking a vage line not directed by though, or a train of plans…just a line. A line that ran though every crack, circled every cloud, and ducked every bullet.

The Mastiff of Love

Snaking through the scales of skin, under the pours, beneath; blood dives of spats. The floors are covered of still stares, shock looms on dawn with the plan to retrieve her goods. The love that was not real, fake of manner, of vow but still owner of her first glare. She appeared as a victim of lust, not the shadow of innocence but the devil within disguise. How can she unravel the plans of deception and win the game of love which is not love but lust in her mind. She can lie; she can tell but with not face will show. Hidden behind the veil of ambiguity, sneer of trickery travel the vanes of mind. Ploy is the game of love. Item of winning, the ownership is the pride of the tribe. Control me no more love, but keep in distance of my eye for I can see your truth coming of light from thunderous skies they wept.

Earth Soul

A need for affection my heart is shallow, melted dripping the earth soiling the rock mountain of the shadows. A lace of freedom will need to fly the waters of heaven and the skies of seven. The layers of valves circled my body in an attempt to save the broken heart. The shell will break and pieces of the; will travel the earth to find perfection that is impossible. The possibility of chance is thrown out deep into the forest of my mind, tracing the traces of hope. Back into time we go and far too far for the eye can reach we travel, no our feet but our souls left briefly to find what we looked for, but never found. To ask a question that was forbidden still tickles my curiosity though making the lords angry with mercy of petty non sense. You are my child naive and clever they spoke one voice from the corners of the heavens carried by angels to my drums. I split a curve on my facade knowing the love was there for me to unearth.

Lord Tell

Shameless justice creeps past me. Enemied by the justice of our land. For there was no justice beneath me, only the shadows of the unjust rules of kings and commands of the commander under his souls of feet. I lay under the sun of the lords which shine the spy on me.
I see the blood of the child seeping through transparently, leaking into the solid rocks to the beds of oceans and rivers of Egypt. The sands of the desert came waling past, running from the truth of the current present they do not want. The want of peace has dies last day to remember, a vigil, a cry and even a tear was down dried by the sun again, spy no tear will fall on the solids and come near the hairs of innocent fallen. We will forget, as commanded and live with no hearts and no souls, no yeses and no no’s no mind and no thought will ever come across again.
The Arabs have arrived with gold, come to gift the knights of New England and prey upon us as we set to tell them their truth and lead them to follow me. Close your eyes and never awaken to your past truths god has given you, taught you the truth which you have forgotten.

I am a lost, Look for me, please. I am alone, I walk the side; no one at glance. The sadness has reaped me. I am broken, I weep the rain. Swallow before you jump…