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Jodan Camacho Poem
"Great Power Comes Great Responsibility".
Believing that's life always be puzzle.
I don't have any powers literally but my imagination
Can live many webs of adventures.
Sometimes I see some spiders.
That i feel that they always guarding to me.
Like a Guardian Angels.
Sticking around going anywhere.
I wonder I have my own suit like Spiderman.
And Swing in middle of a Big City.
Fight and serve for all under the Mask.
From small community to city and many county and this Earth.
I only want is simple life.
A Happy and Wonderful Family.
And this is the great responsibility I have.
I blessed with the great power.
And if God gave me a Power.
I use it in a good way.
With this life want is to be fair.
Helping people starting in a small thing.
Behind this mask.
I swear that any road with take far from home
Don't Forget
We are Spiderman.
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A luck that stock in a lock, I'm lost.
Eat some words to repeat to compete, I'm beat.
Find new but few but to screw, I'm wreck.
Look a magic in a tragic an addict, I'm done.
Everybody wants to win a battle.
But the battle is for what a winner does.
No battles in a white flag doom.
But no same critical preferences.
I'm still boy wandering a none.
A none that can be win sometimes.
A none that can be understand.
And a none should be a lesson.
Losing grips in the lines i write.
Trembling wrist, not to cut.
In a square with a cold place.
What light can be feel a winner?
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A world of estimating emotion.
Be good for an unhumankind.
Big pictures and statues that you vow.
A Humor kill the faith and trust.
Why do you live here?
To hurt and suffer?
To die for unfoolish traits?
To feel to begun to falll?
We lost since we born.
We fall because this is the write.
Escaping in this world is impossible.
You living with your on way.
A words that sharpen blades.
Those people will down you.
With your worth with your name,
Accuse you with no justice.
I'll give you this world.
But i want you to leave this.
Is this i want to do because this is right.
Or this is the meaning of your life?
One day only few people is enough.
Not a gold coin cost for giving trust.
Is because they truly see what you are.
Believe you and always on your side.
At this condition I'm writing a poem for you.
A place can you fly your own wings.
Have your air of your own breath.
Please see the sunlight now I beg you.
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Like an Evil Creature, A sword of power.
Contains of all worries digging.
No one can control, What you do.
What you say, Is totally torture.
The limit at end with a force of darkness.
Calculating all you done.
Pricing the pride not accepting.
To much shout, To much pain effect.
That's why everybody sometimes lost.
Drowning in selfishness, Forgot everything.
Cause your own shadow still you hear.
Whisper to you and say You want to win.
Fighting for that you always right.
Not listening and see the true figure of yourself.
This will be the bad side of yours.
A living evil is all around.
There's a way that a sword can forge itself.
Is like your anger inside, you can control it.
When times that you feel you are near.
Please stay between the sky and the sea.
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It's a symbol.
A strength for everyone.
A shield for weak and strong,
Fight for all purpose.
A Honor and Responsibility have made.
It's not about country or to be named.
Is all about people struggle everyday life.
Survive for countless big dream.
Inspiration which the star bright in a circle.
Lighten Up the darkest face of the day.
I'm not a Captain But I will pilot the road of my life.
And that's why I'm holding this shield.
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No more loud speak hearts.
No more faces with mask.
No more listening sights.
No more mutual fights.
This town hiding with secrets.
Butterflies flying around the circles.
Houses looks like No one lives.
Children's playing in the streets.
Now I waiting for a comeback strikes.
That will be a punished for the crown's head.
A power used by abuse someone straightening lines.
Using this sharpens word I'll take the justice for all.
My shadow and I is the mark of forbidden.
Which I can still be with me when I'm dead.
Please be careful you still in my head.
There's no way out Just believe I show you the path.
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Every time I feel this pain inside,
I'll get my medicine harmony.
And put it in my ears, then I stop.
Clearing my worries and swing with the beat.
We have own mask wearing.
And no one knows who came from.
A mask of your true self.
A curse for being ignorance for the real
Honestly I'm got this sick.
A very far wounded minds I healed.
I'm still searching but the answer is in me.
How many times you think about none?
Think and think, Create, design,
Knowledge something that day is very hard.
And never stop to think what is right.
Don't stay for the words you read.
Because we have own beliefs.
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I write, I read, I know this.
But I don't interfere.
Because this is the line.
The sequence of what we step.
A story of all living things
Yourself and other version of you in all Universe.
A pieces of a humanity.
Bad, Good, Pretender, Reckless, Professional and Hero.
Every detail of life have no phase of figure.
We don't know what will happen.
And life teach us in many struggle.
We create, We Choose, We Learn.
Sometimes the cold of days feeling.
Alone of being selfish, No one can understand.
Because we want everything will be perfect.
A timing, goals and a plan of Ours.
There's only hope in every worst thing.
Even A Creature Among Us.
A choices with a more branches of problem.
A Path that you made a better Answer.
Go to the door, I'm always there.
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I still writing poem because this is an one of my hope
Holding everyday, Is like a song you always want to hear.
A parts of your life written between the others side of your world.
Even you fall even you hurt even you vanished.
Still the words you written Is You.
Sometimes you learn while you write.
The eager of yourself your feels that always rip your head.
It's a normal way that never seen by others.
Sometimes you say I don't know because you still there.
Thinking everyday for every moment of your life.
Now, you never expect because the worth is written.
A Life still written by means, guided by the lights.
Why are you still writing poem?
It's too dark there.
Did you hear my voice?
Are you there?
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A World I created, A code of myself.
This is the figure that cannot be drawn.
A Mark of monster living inside.
Revelations upon theory and fables.
If you want to go to the doors.
Remember this thing, don't look back.
If you want to read this lines
Remember this thing, don't lie.
Unknown paths of darken forest.
The real words never possess.
Words can be understand but never ends.
This is why The world you live is my words.
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