Superman Bleeds


Man of steel brought to his knees

While all the world falls around him

Newfound weakness his ruination

As emotions run high deep within


A need to protect the deserving

Keeping the outside world away

Protect from who is the question

From the big bad world at large?

Or the Demons that hide inside?


Superman where are you now?

When beloved needs you most

He lays weak with heart in hand

Perfection existing just out of reach

Kryptonite not his only fatal flaw

To be that man of steel for her

His ultimate unending purpose

Protect and shield his Lois Lane


So much more to this than meets the naked eye. My only hope is that this is looked upon by it’s intended audience and it stirs within her a tear of understanding. So bittersweet how there can both always and never be a we.


This question new and now to ponder

Harsh reality has seen me to my knees

My heart skips three beats as I wonder

Who can we be, if we cannot be we?


Much has changed in the blink of an eye

Our truth may wield the sharpest of swords

That time wasted leaves me asking why

As wrongfully I continue to bury us in words


I stand quietly to face my fates as they arrive

Standing naked, soul bared to my cherished

My heart screams as it fights to remain alive

For I know without her my heart has perished


Deceits thrown about to cover scalding fears

May take their toll on others too weak of heart

Yet once pain subsides and the smoke clears

A choice is made freely to never stand apart


Same perspective from a much different view

I must now give up in hopes to ever get back

What’s lost is nothing compared to what’s new

Undying love and respect is nothing that I lack


So I cast three wishes in the direction of the sun

And I cast three more out to the beauty of the sea

My wishes all for happiness found in fortunes son

My heart content in that there will ALWAYS be a WE

In Honor of Marcus

I do not normally reblog here, but this piece written in dedication to Marcus from a dear friend of mine is so stunningly perfect I just have to post it here as well. Run wild and run free Marcus. When I stop and listen, I can still hear you howl at the fucking moon brother.

Spirits Of Strength And Honour

Those of you that know my friend Marcus from high in the woods, know what a powerfully gifted artist he is, as well as just a damn good human being. I consider myself lucky that he honoured me by asking me to write this collaboration of courage and honour based on our Animal Kingdom personas.  Those of you that have not been introduced should be sure to see what amazing things are waiting for you in those woods. Let the wolf be your guide. It was a pleasure and a privilege to write with you Marcus.


Amongst the wilds of the parched and perilous grassy plains

The strong will survive under watchful eye of his reign

Through the seasons of rain and sun under the harsh winters burn

Leading the pack within the woods as nature turns

Tried and treasured pride, no easy task to fight for and win

Securing his right for many generations of royalty to begin

Foresee the future compelled to sow his seed

The honor of mating, creating life, the need

Daily survival dictates one ugly truth shall remain

Need for sacrificial prey so his kingdom can sustain

Hunt to kill not for sport but to fill

Bellies that call to hunger, killing is a bitter pill

Given keys to the kingdom, bestowed this existence

To be a guardians assurance of majestic persistence

To roam wild and free a gift of life given

To run, to live, survive in woodlands heaven

Mighty roar to blue skies boasts dignity and fortitude

Unmistakably within can be heard undying gratitude

Under the one moons glow, spirits of strength and honor

Draws howls with distant brother roars in valor



Written by

John ~ JMC813


Shepherd Warrior


Caught out in the cold in the wrong place and time

Unsure of my whereabouts, alone in the bitter chill

The wicked grin of doubt casting shadows about

As menacing realities of what nightfall surely brings,

Hauntingly dance in the forest that surrounds me



What does darkness bring to a lost, lonely soldier

Once the moon is high above me in midnight skies?

A single warrior caught in Natures ferocious grip

Alongside whispering ghosts of the vast wilderness

No chance but luck to survive hunter’s of the night



Call to wonder what lies behind Mountains mystery

Spirits of Mother Natures majestic creation appear

A call to the wild as the secrets of the forest unfold

My imagination hangs on every story so portrayed

By falling snow, limitless sky, and timeless timber



Led safely through the night by a peaceful guardian

One that I was sure would see me meet my maker

A loyal teacher and guide in its predatory disguise

Noble and wise in the ways of courage and honour

Spirit warrior is truly a Shepherd in Wolf’s clothing

Libran Warrior


Blindly forging ahead through this life’s trial by fire

A Libran warrior and Lion are one and the same

Battle weary yet unwilling to give way to adversity

Amidst chaos, Balance and Power reign supreme


Libra’s scales adorning this life soldiers shield

While mighty King becomes his eye’s in this fray

Guiding him into combat fearlessly once again

Vengeance is sought for the meek and the mild


Adversity shall always be wrought on the masses

While power starved oppressors grasp for control

Never will this champion of Might and Right waver

This Librans ultimate goal to see cruelty cut down


So beware all ye who hear the battle cry of the wild

As it surely is a precursor to swift and violent justice

The tyrant shall live in fear for the injustices wrought

As fates are weighed, measured, and strictly upheld