A Maelstrom. (Poetry)

All I've ever wanted was a woman to share my enthusiasm towards what I love.
I've raised my interest since its infancy and not everyone loves a stepchild.
Understandable.
The equation has always been the same.
Multiply by you and divide by me.
Although my life will no longer be comprised of double negatives,
...baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Must I ignore you to the point broken shadows of novelty bore you like a golden calf?
False idols come a dime a dozen when everybody wants to be one.
Honestly, the thought of camaraderie amongst sex symbols has grown into a debatable commodity when one considers that they all branched out from our only
two
sex
symbols.

Some are in love with this world,
but I'm out of it.
The cycllic mischief of a wizards picnic couldn't compare to how I've been bibbidi
Bobbidi
Boo-ed about.
It doesn't take a physicist to know what comes up,
must come down.
And what goes in,
must come out.
My left and right foot have gone numb from voluntary spasms,
the hokey pokey got me where I am today.
Thirsty for inspiration.
I've turned myself around only to see why I shouldn't have.

If I was paid for the all of the shoulda coulda woulda's I've spewed from these lips,
I'd be the richest drake in Duckburg.
In this world, nature will always win.
But game theory will always always hold a dagger to her throat.

Whats the difference between you and I, you ask?
If I knew then what I know now,
all I would want to know is how it even occured in the first place.

Living in a space where time is just a glare enables me to wince at what many would need a flashlight for.
It's not easy being a beacon when rock blocks your only responsibility.
And if I don't save the world,
I want to at least save someones.
My utility belt is paperbacked
and my cape isn't what allows me to tip-toe over the ocean of your aura.

Remember that.

Oh, fortune.

Before German composer Carl Orff set this medieval poem to music in the mid-1930's, it was originally written by the Goliards, who were noted for their satirical works. For a 13th century clergy to consider this satire definitely speaks volumes of what was experienced in those days in time.

I say that to say this.
The truly apathetic nature of nature itself is merely a current one can flow with or swim against.
It is a mountain with no height.

Unless you are fluent in a dead language, I doubt you have ever heard such truth.
This song has the potential to change everything.

"O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
always waxing
or waning;
detestable life
now difficult
and then easy
deceive a sharp mind;
poverty
power
it melts them like ice.

Fate—monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
stand malevolent,
vain health
always dissolves,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through trickery,
my bare back
I bring to your villainy.

Fate, in health
and in virtue,
is now against me,
affection
and defeat
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating string;
since Fate
strikes down the strong man,
everyone weep with me!"

Run for your life.

“Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running- ”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.”

He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”