THIS IS DEDICATED FOR THOSE WHO STILL BELIEVE IN SUPERHEROES
Gwen Stacy isn't dead she's only sleeping
and Elektra isn't evil or insane
Those bastards in the Pentagon can't really kill Sue Dibney
No more than they could kill off Lois Lane
I was thinkin' how the world should have cried
On the day Jack Kirby died.....
they are as imaginary as a 4-year old's imagination, larger than life figures that do what is right and never expect anything in return.
lol, "wealth n' fame he's ignored.....action is his reward, look out here comes da spider-man"
and other things of that sort.
this little blog is for those that at their shittiest times look up for reasons to smile....reasons to live.....reasons to keep on.
yes, i know this does'nt mean much to any of you----and at this time , im not looking very aldult by stating this.
but yeah, i dig superheroes.....
im never gonna deny that, and sure, although i havent bought any new comics in ages (yeah, now and then once inna while...or get some free because of a friend) i still am taken back to simpler times when i flip through those pages, or see it on the big and small screen....
people who are not of this earth, time, dimension....but who have nothing but good in their heart.
i guess we see them as rolemodels of ourselves....people we want to be.
someone who does things because they want to help without really expecting anything in return except that the people in their lives are happy and safe, taken care of, and most of all, have love and admiration to what you have done in their lives.
we almost stride to be heroes in our own way
by being that father figure
by being a guiding light in their moments of darkness and pain
by showing we care.....
no strings attached.
or maybe we just yearn for that moment of innocense that we've once had that we will never get back. that moment that we did not fear the world or the pain that we are used to now in any given day.
that moment in our lives that we truly felt invulnerable.
a child falls on the floor....and just shrugs off the pain and continues doing what he was doing.
but if that child now grown falls, he breaks his arm and needs medical attention.
maybe he was pushed down....who will pay his bills....can he work his job ever again....will he ever be able to hold someone's hand again and feel it's warmth love?
there were times when all that was needed was a loving parent's kiss on the boo boo to take your confidence level to new heights.....
so caring....so loving....so innocent.
no one ever does that when you grow up
no one's there to kiss that boo boo away.....
it's the heartache of love.....the pain of hate.....jelousy....bills.....mortgage....just trying to get out of bed every morning to make ends meat.
eitherway.....maybe im just some dude who'll never outgrow that phase in his life.
or maybe...just maybe....this is striking a chord with some of you people.
hey...i read comics
nothing wrong with that.
and if a superhero show airs on tv, or is made into a picture.....you better believe that im gonna be there, as giddy as a five year old with anticipation for the world he's about to enter....a world of makebelieve, the ever predictable fights about good versus evil, and maybe...just maybe....become a better person in the end
here's a little video
THE BALLAD OF BARRY ALLEN by Jim's Big Ego
although this features wally west's verson of the flash, i know it still has the same meaning behind it
and for my wrestling fans out there.......here's what an awesome wrestling promotion TNA realy is, when they just focus on the talent and dont fuck it up with storylines and shitty booking
and Elektra isn't evil or insane
Those bastards in the Pentagon can't really kill Sue Dibney
No more than they could kill off Lois Lane
I was thinkin' how the world should have cried
On the day Jack Kirby died.....
they are as imaginary as a 4-year old's imagination, larger than life figures that do what is right and never expect anything in return.
lol, "wealth n' fame he's ignored.....action is his reward, look out here comes da spider-man"
and other things of that sort.
this little blog is for those that at their shittiest times look up for reasons to smile....reasons to live.....reasons to keep on.
yes, i know this does'nt mean much to any of you----and at this time , im not looking very aldult by stating this.
but yeah, i dig superheroes.....
im never gonna deny that, and sure, although i havent bought any new comics in ages (yeah, now and then once inna while...or get some free because of a friend) i still am taken back to simpler times when i flip through those pages, or see it on the big and small screen....
people who are not of this earth, time, dimension....but who have nothing but good in their heart.
i guess we see them as rolemodels of ourselves....people we want to be.
someone who does things because they want to help without really expecting anything in return except that the people in their lives are happy and safe, taken care of, and most of all, have love and admiration to what you have done in their lives.
we almost stride to be heroes in our own way
by being that father figure
by being a guiding light in their moments of darkness and pain
by showing we care.....
no strings attached.
or maybe we just yearn for that moment of innocense that we've once had that we will never get back. that moment that we did not fear the world or the pain that we are used to now in any given day.
that moment in our lives that we truly felt invulnerable.
a child falls on the floor....and just shrugs off the pain and continues doing what he was doing.
but if that child now grown falls, he breaks his arm and needs medical attention.
maybe he was pushed down....who will pay his bills....can he work his job ever again....will he ever be able to hold someone's hand again and feel it's warmth love?
there were times when all that was needed was a loving parent's kiss on the boo boo to take your confidence level to new heights.....
so caring....so loving....so innocent.
no one ever does that when you grow up
no one's there to kiss that boo boo away.....
it's the heartache of love.....the pain of hate.....jelousy....bills.....mortgage....just trying to get out of bed every morning to make ends meat.
eitherway.....maybe im just some dude who'll never outgrow that phase in his life.
or maybe...just maybe....this is striking a chord with some of you people.
hey...i read comics
nothing wrong with that.
and if a superhero show airs on tv, or is made into a picture.....you better believe that im gonna be there, as giddy as a five year old with anticipation for the world he's about to enter....a world of makebelieve, the ever predictable fights about good versus evil, and maybe...just maybe....become a better person in the end
here's a little video
THE BALLAD OF BARRY ALLEN by Jim's Big Ego
although this features wally west's verson of the flash, i know it still has the same meaning behind it
and for my wrestling fans out there.......here's what an awesome wrestling promotion TNA realy is, when they just focus on the talent and dont fuck it up with storylines and shitty booking