Words are phantom neckties
in and out of style they go
From parsimony to paisley
ignominious to indigo
From wide to narrow
sissified to antihero
Here today, gone tomorrow
their return, beg or borrow
They said he was bad,
They said he was not good enough,
They said he acted weird lately,
They said he was cruel,
They said he was unreliable,
They said he was unresponsible,
They said he was selfish,
They said he was a very bad guy,
They said he was a villain,
They said he was a loser,
They said he was an antihero,
They said he was an antagonist,
They said he was a criminal,
They said he was unacceptable,
They said he was a troublemaker,
They said he was a psychopath,
They said he was delusional,
They said he was crazy,
They said he was a sinner,
and he is the man.
Our love was superhuman
Now it has become a ghosting promise
The memories we shared together got lost in the sand we used stand in
How could a love like this turn out so villainous?
I became the antihero today
I’m a stone cold killer of the love we once knew
My heart leapt out of my chest and ran away
I never thought that I would end up like you
Cold and alone, here lies my soul
Along this dark, winding road
My words come and go without my control
I always waited but you never showed
My mind is fragmented into a thousand woes
I thought it would be better for you to know
‘So many moons ago..’
In Each tale we visit a new style of castle.
The villages or rivers, they lead us through a quest;
All so very different and yet the myth is the same;
An antihero who fights the villain as he gains courage
as they slay some version of a dragon once again;
‘So many moons ago..’
The page is flipped over;
Words fallen into so many times by so many
still retain their youth; We follow along a metaphor
of good versus evil to remind us that we too
can triumph with a pure heart, sharp sword and tongue.
Transcending time the response is the same,
no matter when you were born. Dog eared text
shared by your grandparents with love;
‘Happily ever after..’
what will this phrase inspire next?
The longevity of bed time stories
read once upon a time …
Until this day, your thoughts remain,
But are you a hero or a villain?
Are you one who laid his life
For his people or for his wife?
Your death paved for a revolution
But was it really the resolution?
Was it the quell for your people's grief
Or the death of their own belief?
Were you a martyr on the cross
Or to your dear land, you brought loss?
Were your great ideals really treasured
Or your critics were only censured?
May the greatness of your vision
Light the hearts of your congregation
This land needs no blood to spill
It does not need a life to kill
This land needs no honor to oppress
What it needs is a warm embrace
For in chaos, there's only death
But in peace there is free breath
August 21, 2023
In commemoration of this day and about 40 years ago
I dissipate boundaries, eat away the hills
Wipe out your youth, break it down at will
A master of erosion, permanence I do hate
My name is entropy, dictator of all fate
Whatever you build, or creation has made
I’m already within, to make sure order fades
A force of nature, an inescapable truth
Go do the math, I’m in every square root
Encoded into reality, to eradicate design
I’ll randomise the cosmos, given enough time
Before you condemn, I’m life’s antihero
Without my chaos, all sums would total zero
By
David Kavanagh
Brass knuckles type of brave
no promises but pure of heart;
No reason to care, the antihero;
Shadows blanket the antihero,
runs alone forced to be brave;
Ice in their veins, reckless heart;
Conflict tugs at the heart,
the dichotomy of the antihero;
Nothing to lose, not really brave;
The brave heart of the antihero.
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