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Rosebud

This story I been working on for seems like decades. Thinking changing it drastically. Making not at first a super hero. Discovered on a remote farm , in , I haven't decided where yet. He is called by female reporter to the worlds , tallest, strongest , and most endowed man. He becomes celebrity. Until alien female senses him. His potential . And destroys the city he lives in a energy blast. Along, with his lover, the reporter. Makes him into super human, through energy thrown at him. Starts a battle that lasts centuries. Thus idea series. As told through various worlds they battle near. usually focus on one alien. She finding entertaining, he's not quite strong enough beat her. But, shes' not quite strong enough completely destroy him. Which she finds irony , fascinating. Until, he is able asorb the energy of a star near them. And, able to defeat her . But, can't kill her. But, he realizes he also drawn to her. He makes her apart of him. Realizing. He can't move. He must be the new

Night my relief from the Sun dances its way into my pores That artificial breeze fules it Fortune is not found in neglect of Cause is you and I and you

She is like the breath The hairs of my skin stand up Awareness is a passing cloud At the end of time I find Waiting all that is her at last

They fly Smothered in necter From Bloom To Bloom Long they don't settle in our bloom ? Or Do we secretly desire We Fear them Need them The need for protection For Others Makes us fear As much we grasp fearcily to our own right To protect our selves From threats Real And Imagined As much as we desire What is bad for us We often fear What we need But In the end It's our choice But Often our choices Choose for others Whether by our orbit of other bodies Or Our Mass pull

My parents held these tiny computers in their hands A brief flicker of the enterity of their lives We call them phones I was probably in one of last kids in a typewriting class in my generation I got a D Thankfully a new tech Surplanted the old My grandparents deaths encompased the time Of first mass produced personal computers To the very early days of the internet My father employed a tech guy Before Windows 95 My oldest grand parent was born on final breaths of 1800s Films Radio Electricity Phones Barely existing Yet Wax cylinders Invented by a man Whose name we all knew And Records Invented by a man Whose name probably few know Invented only decades ago Before her birth The same year One tech Qucikly surplanting The other Like VHS vs Beta It's not always best tech that wins My grandparents I only met one A short visit Many states away My great grandparents Sat on the back of wagon trains As children Their radio Was the sound of the wind Ears perched for the sound of life

All good things come to an end But The bad things seem go on forever Or Maybe they just seem too Bad ideas Often come from the need to do things quickly Doing what you think others will acceptwhat you think others will accept A exclusion of others A stifling of the minority voice A lack of imagination Can be found anywhere But A good imagination is never out of reach But Never easy As well

It's so bright When were born Separated from the womb We have idea what the the womb Is That were connected to anything That their is anything But That one place The warmth Our Food source Until then Gone We are cut We bleed Pain was so simple in their Pain becomes so complicated In the light Something foreign fills out lungs Seperated It must be so cold So alien Hellish Our ideas Of Hell Came from the eruptions of the earth It burnt It killed It buried A grave for so many Before we knew what it was Before We were born Of course It came from our land of demons Our place of torment Many assume To go toward the light Is a sign of grace Our reward for a good life But Not for those few moments of what we call life They Say Their is no light Without darkness But In the begiening Their is just darkness To go toward that light Is just begiening