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He was a loner who always sat down contemplating fantastical adventures that occurred on the pages of a comic book

He compares that to his life and scoffs at the contrast compared to his own

Feeling that his existence is some sort of punchline and whenever he reads a comic and realizes the dualism is the hook

Admiring the strength of the heroes on the page and then realizing his own weakness often led to him expressing his rage

He idolizes them and tries  to emulate their heroic accomplishments 

He is an optimist but not one who has grandiose dreams and narcissism is a term that could never be applied to him 

He believes that a good deed no matter how small was significant because he couldn't fly, knew better than to contaminate himself with anything vaguely radioactive and his mental faculties are not up to par with Peter Parker and far less than mr fantastic or Bruce Banner

He believed that no matter the insignificance of a good deed still had some worth and is quantifiable irrespective of what it accomplished

He believes a smile or a "thank you" from one person holds the same worth as recognition his idols receives 

He tried to associate with some of his peers and most either looked down on him for his simplistic and "childish" outlook on the world and his antiquated sense of morality

He accepted their criticism on what he loves without any response to provocation or anger because that is what his idols would do and instead channels it. He channels it not into rage and resentment but into focus and determination

He knows that in all probability he would not reap rewards for what he does or believes in and the motives for peoples actions and behaviours would not Change solely due to his actions

He knows that his antagonizers would not receive their comeuppance in the foreseeable future but still he preservers

Some may wonder what his motivations are and why he tries to be unbreakable despite all the interconnected cracks that decorate his souls and provide stories without words for all the abuse he has endured

He doesn't give up because that's not what the Black Panther would do, Nightwing would never give up and Barry Allen would not give up in the face of insurmountable odds

There are periods when his heroes are beaten to the ground and are drained both physically and emotionally and they never succumb to the futility of their actions nor do they crumble under the weight if the trials and tribulations they face 

So neither will he

Sometimes he imagines that he too is the product of the imagination of someone who puts their life and struggles on paper and if there is any semblance of truth in that

He believes that he should be a realistic role model for any readers who may be struggling like he is

My lover knows my needs
she greets me in rose gardens
of the hidden recesses of my dreams
my needs she meets
when we greet under purple skies
we dance we forget we find sensual
trances in the flame of passion
lights the soul
the needs of the dreams of two lovers
who exist in the conscious who
lie in lust and dream somewhere between heaven
and hell...

I manufacture dreams in my factory,

Which is called the brain having power extraordinary,

If my dreams come true,

I’ll be the happiest man alive on earth, you know.

The dreams are manufactured to touch lives on and on,

Like the wonderful touchstone,

In the sole endeavour,

To make the world better.

The formation of dreams is rather trouble-free,

But the implementation is awash with difficulty.

© by Chuck McGlawn/Chuckest@aol.com

To all those lovers, that have found that Special One. 1/26/2003

You are that Special One for me

It's obvious to all who'll see

You satisfy my fantasy dreams

And fulfill all my life's schemes

Our love can surely stand the test

I'm so content when caressed

My body melds so perfectly

With that Special One meant for me

Ecstasy's what I'm perusing

Loving all the things you’re doing

With you my heart beats passionately

'Cause you’re that Special One for me

I think our hearts beat as one

With you everything is fun

It's my hope that you'll agree

You are that Special One for me.

Olden days on riverways, you'd catch em' on a whim,

Rafting down the Mississippi, an odd sort, called, Huck and Jim.

Skirting rules and fancy free, they frolic in the sun...

One escaping a life of slavery, and the other on the run.

Chains can't hold dreams of men, searching for variety,

Every man is an island, seeking freedom in society.

Stories told by the great Mark Twain, bring us teary sighs and laughter...

Written down in character form, living happily ever after.

  by Barry Anderson

 November.3.2013 7:20pm

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

It seems like you're slipping away

This thought could be wrong

I just want you to stay

Our love to be strong

I don't want it to be just about sex

Or who could tease more

I just want to hold you till next

I want you to adore 

You don't love me like you use to

Like the first day we really met

Then it's like you knew

You had our life set

Now it seems like you don't give

You don't hold me as much

Without you I won't live

All the time I want to feel your touch

Baby I love you too much to let go

So I hold on

I think you don't know

I hope when you figure it out it's not long

You are the only one for me 

There is no way I would leave

Can't you see 

What can I do to make you believe

I can't sleep at night

Knowing what I know

How can I make you understand

Your love I just want you to really show

If you're not here where is my heart

Suppose to land

I gave you my heart

It seems like you don't care

But everything is falling apart

Why are you so afraid to share

Your thoughts and dreams

Together with you would make me

So filled with joy

Together we would make a wonderful team

Someday in the future I'd like to have your boy

There is one source of love 

And you and I can cherish

The blue sky above 

If you tell me bye my heart wil parish

It's like you don't love me 

Like you use to

Inside my heart bleeds 

I wish you knew

That my heart..you is all it needs

Copyright

If I were an apple, Id grow high up in a tree

Otherwise some little hands

Would reach right up and eat me.

My skin will glow in richer color, blessed by sunlight fare

The fruit inside me bountiful

From a Southern wind, in the midnight air.

Eventually, they'll shake me loose, my anchor at a loss

I'll hit the ground running, to pursue my dream....

"Granma's Chunky Apple Sauce!"

by Barry Anderson

December-11-2002 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

I a rise from dreams of the one i care 
The night of the first sleep 
I rest within the sheets bare 
A dream i must want to keep 
Stars burning their gases at night 
And the dream catchers are at my feet 
Soon will come morning light 
And every time i awake with a memory so sweet

We reminisce about times we never had
In groomed backyards with shining skies
And romantic escapades filled with youthful ploys
Smiling faces fill these sentimental reveries
While alone we sit in old ripped jeans
And realize that these times we had
Were dreams and only dreams
Nothing more.