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Staring at cartoon heroes in awe
Was only the beginning of my journey.
Plywood sword in hand,
I lived the legends in my backyard realm.
I sliced imaginary monsters,
Rescued damsels in distress, and
Saved the world twenty times a week.
Second to none I stood by my orange tree fortress,
Tattered shorts and a shirt smeared with dirt.
I was a four-foot tall Achilles, though
I had no weakness.
My mastery with a sword was unmatched,
The kids on the street soon feared the
Ring of my wooden blade
That I granted the name "Joe".
I leaped wide gorges and cut mountains in two,
I saved the Princess from the terror in the pool,
I lived to fight and I fought to live,
Mercy I knew not and had none to give.
I conquered playgrounds and ruled the block,
A king and his sword with a body tough as rock,
I won every battle and my losses were zero,
I was everything I could be, I was a hero.
People older and supposedly wiser shook their heads,
But I refuse to surrender to this,
"Reality", a dark and violent world
Where dreams are crushed and heroes are forgotten.
I've bested the biggest of fire-breathing dragons,
I've slain the worst of evil wizards, and
Rescued cute princesses from nightmares.
I was Achilles without any fault,
The "real world" won't take that away from me.
Now,
I still dream.
Now I wield a steel blade that flashes with the light of morning,
The air whispers poetry as I swing it,
Cutting down evil like light cuts through darkness, this
Beautiful sword I rightly named "Dawn."
In black 100% Egyptian Cotton and ripped jeans,
Confident smiles and cold stares,
Unparalleled strength and agility,
I am a true hero.
I save girls from rapists,
Boys from gangs,
Parents from worry, and the
World from trouble.
I make the streets safe again,
Steel blade shining with the next sunrise,
Proving the darkness isn't something to fear.
The wind teaches the world how to freestyle as
I slash that sword through the air,
Striking down monsters that are
No longer fire-breathing dragons, but
The faces of sin and greed.
My playground kingdoms crumble as I
Protect my home realm,
Where within lies family, friends, and
All that truly matters.
I want to be the one
Who stabs Hate in its
Winter-cold heart with the
Searing warmth of Love.
I dream of walking through city streets,
People turning to smile at me,
Dawn sheathed in its golden scabbard
As they whisper,
"He's a hero."
And so I dream.
I dream that we can
All be dreamers, we can
All be heroes, we can
All be poets.
- by Poetic Progression |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/10/2010 |
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- Title: Hero's Dream
- Artist: Poetic Progression
- Description: When I was a kid, I would always be playing around with a wooden sword I had, pretending I was killed monsters ("Now DIE, dragon-meanie!"). I always liked the idea of being a hero. Then I took that concept and had it twist in the poem into the dream that I was the hero that can erase all wrong in this world. It is but a dream....
- Date: 03/10/2010
- Tags: hero dream
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