Sleeping Life

I enjoy reading this title so much. Such a great story with a damn amazing female lead by a damn awesome writer. Gail Simone is fucking awesome (http://gailsimone.tumblr.com/)!

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Not sure I like the Artgerm, who did a lot of covers of Stephanie Brown’s Batgirl, doing covers on this volume.

BATGIRL #11 Written by GAIL SIMONE Art by ARDIAN SYAF and VICENTE CIFUENTES Cover by STANLEY “ARTGERM” LAU On sale JULY 11 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US • RATED T • Part two-of the introduction of KNIGHTFALL – BATGIRL’S deadliest foe yet! • BATGIRL takes on three new foes – the henchmen of GOTHAM CITY’S new super-villain, KNIGHTFALL!  

So as I’ve now posted a few poems I wrote in the past I come to realize they all seem so angsty…oh well I like to think they’re all pretty all right nonetheless 

The world ceases its journey for no man,

Time does not stop its lingering grueling march,

The past does not seek to accommodate anyone,

Unforgiving - the great torturer of men’s souls!

The Universe expands never thinking of our goals

The brains passages are corridors where one could get lost in an eternal abyss.

Wrong turn! Stop! It is done.

Darkness with no end in sight…to wait for time.

What a fitting end to be left in the flames.

Like a moth that knew no better.

A soul unworthy.

A

Speck

of dust

Sitting there on a book shelf

With a million companions

But never is it with others

Surrounded by an endless number of particles

each as insignificant as the last

None of them even reach the level of being a smudge

Only few can be that important

Winds swirl and carry it

Floating in the air this speck reaches as high as Icarus’ wings

And as low as Dante’s Inferno

Brought back to the surface

This speck of dust remains.

Alone.

I journeyed through a meadow bright and full of life

A world welcoming and dominated by youthful insouciance

In that field, that so many compared to that of battle, my spirit was freed by the sweet sound of the alluring fife

The simple law of the world I did forget, evanescence!

Hope did abound and the future was so clear

Impetuous in my nature, filled with enough joy to force the strongest Titan to shed many a tear

I slept as my spirit learned to feel so very free

But imagine my woe when I woke and noticed that above me,

The whole time!

was the morning star

Beside me stood the sublime

essence of my own despair

And below me was tartarus, filled by the emptiness of my now dissipated life

So I turned to my ever accommodating host.

I asked him, “when was it that I entered this place?”

To me he did face and answered thusly: “My dear tortured soul,

You entered here so long ago…

that not even I know.”

Since that day, I believe, I have finally remembered

When I entered here

Twas the day that I forgot how gorgeously and strongly the moon shone

The night I thought that the rules of this earth did not apply

When I allowed a guileless nature to feed me a lie

And slept as sorrow charged me with endless fines

I watch an explosion

An open abyss?! A bright light?!

This was years ago, maybe one year, maybe years from now

It sounds like a supernova exploding or something of that nature

The ground screamed, while the air, ever so casually, took a bow

The wind was still. And my soul was swayed

Those never tiring hands ceased to move

The black hole opened

Only to let a star shine through

A galaxy

A planet far greater than mine

I watch it as it drifts away into the night sky

Like eyes from an ancient past it so does shine

A paragon

Marveling at its grace I look on from below….

Its beauty, only does it grow

In a spacecraft full of hope I launch

But, the distance is too great

My will is staunch

As I yearn to reach those heavens most radiant

Oh, to breathe in its fiery glow

I want to burn in its passionate embrace

The universe could not make a more captivating and enthralling site

My neurons could only begin to comprehend its grace

Two colliding particles only begins to explain what it inspires

A poem I wrote, not too long ago now. Yes, it is very amateurish indeed but I like to think it’s ok. Sometimes the best way to express ones self is to write bad poetry =)

Not long ago there was a marvelous beauty by my side…

Fate was kind when it let me share time with thee

In an instant quick as a flash of light

I did experience a lifetime in her deep brown eyes

That warmed me like the thousand suns and made my spirit rise,

At the thought of spending with her all of eternity…

Fate was kind when did let me share time with thee

She is the sight of a garden of roses blossoming

Her knowledge is that which even Athena seeks to attain

She brings happiness that makes you feel like you’re dreaming

Her voice soothes, like a choir of angels, to relieve all pain

Fate was kind when it let me share time with thee

My time with her was rather like a movie

Because I can still see the still frames in my mind

I can hear the laugh that was the music of my life as it does play

These images show a beauty that could make anyone go blind…

Perhaps all the while, the film was too cliché

Fate was kind when it let me share time with thee

Now I don’t know what you must be thinking now

But know that my feelings have grown

Maybe one day our union is something that life will allow

Because forevermore you are the ruler of my heart

A feat you achieved because you stole from this boy

And presented me with a gift I can never forget – joy!

Fate was kind when it let me share time with thee…