Daredevil
Donning a devilish red ego with horns on my head
threaded in hellish embedded chino.
Born and bread in the kitchen of hell,
yet still I am el niño and a “Marshall of Manhattan”, partially contradicting my credo.
Unafraid of the dark, but faded by the light,
not swayed by evil’s mark, yet dismayed by God’s smite.
Despite of the fact that my judgement lacks substance
I use his eyes wisely in times I apply justice.
Oh God guide me I’ve lost my sight and
while I’ve lost one these other four are heightened.
As we empathize within our eyes, become attached with what we are viewing,
that time when horror arrives we know exactly what we’re doing.
We just cry, or run and hide, pick our grave, lay down, and die.
Because our reactions are exasperating,
matter of fact our actions aren’t manual, but rather reactionary.
So I arrive in faith, and am alive inside
when I try to wake my eyes subside,
but I can’t mistake this disguise for lies
because when they move I don’t forsake, and when they multiply, I rise.
While our imagination is ignorant,
images impede our inner thoughts and immerse themselves right into it.
As cowardice and consternation, creep to corrupt our consciousness,
courage continues to grow clear
because if seeing is believing then call me the “Man With No Fear”.
(2013)
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