Super

Souper powers?

The idea of Flying
Without me dying
Is too much to bare
I would be too scared

The thought of invisibility
Without physical agility
I would certainly misbehave
But how would I shave

Telekinesis moves me
But I couldn't let it be
Prefer not to levitate fountains
I'd want to move mountains

Super human feats of strength
Stretching out pennies out into a length
Would it make my lover gush
If every hug was a crush

Reading someone's mind
You never know just what you'd find
Commonly I'd disengage
Most folks minds are just a blank page

I am tired of all the bitchin
As I slog here in the kitchen
I'd like the power to make good soup
Cause what I'm making tastes like poop

A true Souper Power

They toyed with the possibilities,
They played with the ideologies,
Bringing forth something that was evolutionary,
And that what was once probable
Has been created as unstoppable,
It has become something beyond extraordinary.

They’ve given me this ability,
Without limit or tranquility,
To move things with the power of my mind,
But I will not obey their orders,
When they want me to murder,
I refuse to be their weapon against mankind.

I got away from their evil clutches,
Without throwing any punches,
I escaped from their secret military compound,
Now I plan to seek and bring justice,
Without ever making any ruckus,
I’ve gone rogue and dwell in the Underground.

I am among you hiding in plain sight,
Ready to fight for what is right,
A hero in the shadows without a claim to fame,
Because I will not waver or stagger
With this power of mind over matter,
The world will never know of me or my name.

 
A flick of wrist
A moment of concentration
And pebbles dance
Like dangling participles

A tiny leap of imagination
And I soar to stratosphere
Caressing clouds
In starlit bliss

A casual glance
And I know hunger,
The frantic thoughts
Of passing seagulls

I lay down my pen,
Return to earth
And feel the bitterness
Of oblivious passers-by
And the inevitable invisibility
Of homelessness

Humility gifts
Superhuman sight
To see the tired and hungry
Cowering in corners

And the empathy so rare
That compels me
To open my pack
And share

That joy is truly Super

I used to be a super hero.
Now I’m just like everyone else.
I used to use my logic.
But that was before I felt,
The effects of Pink Kryptonite,
It leaves me dazed and confused.
I used to be a straight winner,
But when I set my sights on it, I lose!
All super heroes have a weakness.
Make no mistake, I’m not less than,
No super hero can deny it.
Not even Super Man!
What do you do when your weakness attracts you,
Kinda like a drug attic?
When I’m caught up in it’s euphoria,
My thoughts are no longer pragmatic.
I can’t believe I’m saying this,
But my powers,
I have relinquished.
The first step to recovery is acceptance,
But I still can’t escape it’s grip!
It comes in all different wrappings.
Some domestic, some foreign.
I’ll do almost anything
To have my soul reborn!
Super Man had no powers on his planet!
And I’ve figured out what that must mean,
In the movies it was symbolic,
But on Krypton,
PUSSY must have been GREEN!