This shall be my record….a vault to hold all the thoughts and encounters of my adventures in this world. There will Dragons, Basilisks….and the occasional rescue of a Princess….all is as it should be….
Great….my coffee cup glares at me with it’s empty and unforgiving eyes and Royksopp decides to burn my ears with their beauteous music. The night iz off to a good start then. Ok, go with it, flow with it, grow with it now….this eerie absence of what i need must have a silver lining of some sort, or a bronze one at least. Writers block won’t be a problem, the poetry flows freely these days without anyone or anything helping me, so what am i missing. What is it that always manages to escape my mind’s grasp….
Motivation….procrastination….think think think about all those things that throw your mind about. Current affairs, boring….here’s a war, there’s a war….”War, war never changes….” Truth be told, life never changes. So what is it that drives us forward, what is it that makes us move. Come on silly Human, use that fraction of a percentile of a smidgen of your total brain power. It sure as hell isn’t an empty cup….and we’re back….
This is a rough draft of an article I once wrote for a local youth/cultural magazine….IMBO Magazine. This was before editing so naturally there were a few iffy moments when I would cringe at some of the things I wrote. It was supposed to be a different take (hopefully) on what it means to be a hero in today’s world of woe. Oh well, this is no doubt a true viewing of the mind within….enjoy, if you can….and if you dare….
The Superhuman Heroes of our Modern Day/The SuperModern Heroes of our SuperHuman Age/The Dawn of Youthful Heroism
What are we inside? Are we normal human beings that mull about our daily chores and simply ignore the rest of the species? Perhaps we see ourselves as powerless to change anything in this world; maybe we’re too fragile, too fat, a little too thin or perhaps we’re too exceptional to care about those around us. No girls and boys, we are superhuman! Perfection is a myth some say, yet it waits within us for the day we are ready to accept it. We are beings of such potential and proficiency that we are in fact able to do anything we set our minds to. “I am Iron Man.” Well not really, but I could be if I really wanted to.
Technologically speaking, anything is possible these days. Put together with the scientific progresses of today are the lessons we have learnt over the decades from our predecessors. Men and women such as Martin Luther King, John Lennon, Mother Theresa and our very own Nelson Mandela, they are superheroes. They have broken the mould and have showed us what it means to stand up for something. These people are our inspiration. Sure none of them had the power of flight, War hammers made from alien metal, Regeneration or an Adamantium Endoskeleton, but they were heroes none the less.
The youth of today appear to be taking the Superhuman thing to heart. With dozens of ‘Spidermen’ and Jedi running around our neighbourhoods, the notions of Good, Evil, Truth and Justice all seem to be weaving their way into the minds of our young. Although sighting a miniature version of the infamous Darth Vader is not uncommon, it is not frowned upon either. It is quite terrifying at times though, with bold attempts to Jedi Mind Trick you into buying them a chocolate bar for instance. This is only the beginning though, the children of today are well on their way to becoming the leaders and revolutionaries of tomorrow.
Following in the footsteps of Nelson Mandela, or Rosa Parks for instance, we as the youth of this world can make a stand for all that is good and just. There is no need for gadgets or a cape of some sort to help us convey the message. We have our words and we have strength in numbers, although a Lightsaber would help to speed the process along. Seriously though, all we need resides within the mind and the spirit, as well as deep within our hearts. Change is inevitable and this world will eventually move towards a system of unification. What better time than now to start a revolution of sorts, one involving the minds and hearts of the young and the courageous.
Tomorrow morning when you look in the mirror, do not look at what it is right in front of you, look deeper. Stare at the wise and powerful Storm within you. Pull aside that shirt of yours revealing the iconic ‘S’ symbol of Superman’s outfit, your outfit. You are the hero; you are the one deciding what happens next in this exciting tale of yours….you….are late for work.
In the words of the spectacularly eccentric MGMT….”The youth is starting to change. Are you starting to change? Are you? Together”
A piece of The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, which i now find myself rather attracted to. I believe we are beings of light and animalistic freedoms, are we not….we want what we want. What our mind wants, it thinks of repeatedly until said object/person/desire is within reach….or is that what the heart wants….and the mind is actually the conscience, the choir we tune into every so often for sound advice, or sweet influences. Be free, you must….be true to yourself….and be happy….for we are all happy at heart….though some of us bear it in secret….
Then a lawyer said, But what of our Laws, master?
And he answered:
You delight in laying down laws,
Yet you delight more in breaking them.
Like children playing by the ocean who build
sand-towers with consistency and then destroy them with laughter.
But while you build your sand-towers the ocean brings more sand to the shore,
And when you destroy them the ocean laughs with you.
Verily the ocean laughs away with the innocent.
But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and man-made laws are not sand-towers,
But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with which they would carve it in their own likeness?
What of the cripple who hates dancers?
What of the ox who loves his yoke and deems the elk and deer of the forest stray and vagrant things?
What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless?
And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast, and when over-fed and tired goes his way saying that all feasts are violation and all feasters law-breakers?
What shall I say of these save that they too stand in the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun?
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws.
And what is the sun to them but a caster of shadows?
And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop down and trace their shadows upon the earth?
But you walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?
You who travel with the wind, what weather-vane shall direct your course?
What man’s law shall bind you if you break your yoke upon no man’s prison door?
What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man’s iron chains?
And who is he that shall bring you to judgement if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man’s path?
People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?
A sonnet from the all powerful Shakespeare….to shed a bit of light on the immaterial plane of Love….
Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem,
In gentle numbers time so idly spent,
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem,
And give thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise resty Muse, my love’s sweet face survey,
If time have any wrinkle graven there,
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time’s spoils despised everywhere.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,
So thou prevent’st his scythe, and crooked knife.