Warning: If you haven't seen the stories of Hancock or The Dark Knight there may be spoilers in this blog.
So originally I was gonna continue the story with an event that happened later on that evening...
But since then certain things (I should say certain superheroes) have changed the way "I" think about things. There's only one person and one being that actually has any say in how you will turnout.... God and You! You can impact or inspire the change of others...But you can't make them change.
Not every battle can be won. We can't have everything we hope for. In no way should it stop us from attempting to obtain our dreams or the things we want. If anything it should be a reason to try harder.
I watched Hancock's tale. Saw that he had a dramatic change of character by the end. Which inspires a Hero like myself to want to change for the better...but also showed me that being a Hero there must be insane sacrifices. From sacrificing the way you are or things you want.
So for me, this is as much exciting as it is frightening.( We will get into that a little bit more later)
Sacrifice. The Dark Knight knows this very well. Hancock and Mr Wayne had to sacrifice something I was dying to find.....Love. Both of them couldn't be with the woman they were in love with because of their livelihoods...and its no different for me at the moment.
Just like them....With or without it I have a job to do.
People may not like what I am or What I do....
This is where these two Men of Justice made their Impact on My Duty
When the people You are trying to help disagree with your mission....
I have to let them Disagree and continue to do what is Right.
Mike Dee can't give up just because you Don't listen or because you're not into or don't like his line of work..
He Has to endure.
And so he shall...
Friday, July 11, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Real super heroes Die young
Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne,.....Mike Dee
Mike in his normal life doesn't expect the enemy to know his weaknesses, but unfournately he knows Mike Dee Very well..
The Day starts of with our normal being twenty minutes late to work and also burning up without the A/C to keep the sweat from forming on his body. So the long day begins with a wet shirt and a tune stuck in his head from his trusty ipod. Time slowed down as if the world was trying to toture him by making him feel stuck at his dead end job..Good plan but he can take it no problem. The Shift ends later then the awaited sooner...
He hops in his Infernus Corolla and his journey for home ended before he could realize he was driving. There's something that is weakening our average joe hero...There is something not right about...something. He can't figure out what it is and just lets go unquestioned.
So he opens the door and the training must begin. Picks up his guitar, which is becoming apart of his arsenal, and trains until his fingers are sore and he feels his eyes getting heavy...
As he rests, his sisters comes to mind...and his Big brother senses are tingling and the weak feeling he was getting earlier comes back stronger than ever...
He calls both their cellphones but they can't be reached...so he calls home his mother picks up the phone and explains to him she has taken away their phone because of the evil Deeds they have done...He talks to one and knows she is not as innocent as she seems but gives her a little advice..."Respect your mom she loves you"
When he talks to the oldest sister...He is weaker and becomes almost powerless as he finds out the evil Deed she has done...A piece of kryptonite jabbed into his chest....She has no idea that she is killing him inside with her foolish acts of self-indulgence....
"You are smarter than that, I know you are.." he says.
He begins to tell her about how guys should talk to girls and what she should look for and not look for...and how to use her brain....
and tells her I'm only looking out for you and I love you.
He also tells her the reason he does his superhero work...
For God and my two little sisters. To make the world a better place for mine and everybody Else's siblings...
He hopes he talked some sense into her rebellious skull and maybe she wont be another Stereotype......
Stereotypes
Later that evening another attack to the normal Mike Dee....
To be continued....
Mike in his normal life doesn't expect the enemy to know his weaknesses, but unfournately he knows Mike Dee Very well..
The Day starts of with our normal being twenty minutes late to work and also burning up without the A/C to keep the sweat from forming on his body. So the long day begins with a wet shirt and a tune stuck in his head from his trusty ipod. Time slowed down as if the world was trying to toture him by making him feel stuck at his dead end job..Good plan but he can take it no problem. The Shift ends later then the awaited sooner...
He hops in his Infernus Corolla and his journey for home ended before he could realize he was driving. There's something that is weakening our average joe hero...There is something not right about...something. He can't figure out what it is and just lets go unquestioned.
So he opens the door and the training must begin. Picks up his guitar, which is becoming apart of his arsenal, and trains until his fingers are sore and he feels his eyes getting heavy...
As he rests, his sisters comes to mind...and his Big brother senses are tingling and the weak feeling he was getting earlier comes back stronger than ever...
He calls both their cellphones but they can't be reached...so he calls home his mother picks up the phone and explains to him she has taken away their phone because of the evil Deeds they have done...He talks to one and knows she is not as innocent as she seems but gives her a little advice..."Respect your mom she loves you"
When he talks to the oldest sister...He is weaker and becomes almost powerless as he finds out the evil Deed she has done...A piece of kryptonite jabbed into his chest....She has no idea that she is killing him inside with her foolish acts of self-indulgence....
"You are smarter than that, I know you are.." he says.
He begins to tell her about how guys should talk to girls and what she should look for and not look for...and how to use her brain....
and tells her I'm only looking out for you and I love you.
He also tells her the reason he does his superhero work...
For God and my two little sisters. To make the world a better place for mine and everybody Else's siblings...
He hopes he talked some sense into her rebellious skull and maybe she wont be another Stereotype......
Stereotypes
Later that evening another attack to the normal Mike Dee....
To be continued....
Sunday, April 27, 2008
A turn for the Best?
Day In, Day Out...
I see the the most beautiful things this life can offer
I see its ugly side just as well.
Everyday is suppose to be a Day of living in the moments that were given to us to mold in shape our characters, build them into landmarks, great examples to our generation and be able to pass down our ways to upcoming generations.
I live to be the Hero of our Future. I write things to help the young ones see the positives of life...I reached the point in my road where The positives are either on somebody else's path or to far ahead for me to see...I stop.
I want to give up and I don't...A split in my decision making.
Just as the split or crack in my heart was created awhile back tried to be healed but reopens from time to time....
Yes a girl Had apart in this.....But she didn't make the wound by herself....It began way before her....Parents 1st, then school, students in school being jerks, and then the women I've come across...Just people in General tore my heart more than anything...
So my hurt has been holed up placed in a solitary confinement....
Thrown into a small room inside me.
The more pain I feel or hurt I throw it in the room with the other crap...
Piling and Piling And Piling...
Until the door flys off its hinges and lets the monsters of hurt loose
Its almost like a gas, a combined Gas of Anger and Depression
Mixing as it enters My soul
Creating an explosive chemical reaction
Scaring the people around and making them want to take cover
The controllable has know become uncontrollable
Its a riot happening inside here
The lights that were in there are blowing out or being busted by the deadly gas
This is No Joke
No Hahas' Lols' maybe some OmGs'
The Gas melts away the inhibitors
Kidnaps the Good Conscience
Takes the joy and burns it alive
Takes Away the Idea Of wanting to be the hero in replacing it with the Idea of Being the Villain
Make Room For the BAd GuY
A Turn for the Best?
I see the the most beautiful things this life can offer
I see its ugly side just as well.
Everyday is suppose to be a Day of living in the moments that were given to us to mold in shape our characters, build them into landmarks, great examples to our generation and be able to pass down our ways to upcoming generations.
I live to be the Hero of our Future. I write things to help the young ones see the positives of life...I reached the point in my road where The positives are either on somebody else's path or to far ahead for me to see...I stop.
I want to give up and I don't...A split in my decision making.
Just as the split or crack in my heart was created awhile back tried to be healed but reopens from time to time....
Yes a girl Had apart in this.....But she didn't make the wound by herself....It began way before her....Parents 1st, then school, students in school being jerks, and then the women I've come across...Just people in General tore my heart more than anything...
So my hurt has been holed up placed in a solitary confinement....
Thrown into a small room inside me.
The more pain I feel or hurt I throw it in the room with the other crap...
Piling and Piling And Piling...
Until the door flys off its hinges and lets the monsters of hurt loose
Its almost like a gas, a combined Gas of Anger and Depression
Mixing as it enters My soul
Creating an explosive chemical reaction
Scaring the people around and making them want to take cover
The controllable has know become uncontrollable
Its a riot happening inside here
The lights that were in there are blowing out or being busted by the deadly gas
This is No Joke
No Hahas' Lols' maybe some OmGs'
The Gas melts away the inhibitors
Kidnaps the Good Conscience
Takes the joy and burns it alive
Takes Away the Idea Of wanting to be the hero in replacing it with the Idea of Being the Villain
Make Room For the BAd GuY
A Turn for the Best?
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