Here is a partially completed song I started writing a while ago. There are subtle references to super-heroes in them, but you'll have to catch them. I will be completing this song at some point for a project where I will sing this in class. I've been considering changing to chorus or creating a definite chorus. Who knows, I might leave it as is...
Angel of Steel
Woke up this morning, no point in living.
And I looked up in the sky.
Living was punishment, dark as a bat.
My life was one big lie.
I headed to work, bound there by train
Blackness all around.
The lightning was bright, bright as a lantern
The light was very profound.
Truth did not exist, life was unfair.
My heart a raging fire inside.
It was painful as Hell, straight as an arrow.
Water made it glide.
Got back from work, tears in my eyes.
In a box of rain.
Jumped out of the window, hoping death would see me.
Wishing I was slain.
Up in the sky, a hero of legend.
Flying like an angel of steel.
Swoops down to catch, coming from heaven.
Saving me from death's deal.
We touched down on ground, left me amazed.
He flew off, into the deep blue sky
I was left inspired, found with new wonder
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Forsaken Stage
Here is something I just randomly wrote. I have an idea that could turn this into a book but I kinda like this short story.
“Help! Help me please! Help!” said the petite woman as she ran across the stage. However, this stage wasn’t lit up for an opening night show. It was all dark except for the side lights on the outside of the balcony booths. There was a glow to the light, emitting an orange hue piercing the darkness, creating a Halloween effect.
As the woman ran across the stage in the empty theatre, a long white cane like prop grabs her by the hip and pulls her back from where she came. It was in one quick motion, that this aquiline person stole the lady. As the woman’s screaming stopped, somber orchestra music started playing from down below. There was no one there. Then there was some applause, gradually growing louder. Yet, there was no one seated.
It was in this forsaken theatre that life sprang and biological evolution took a turn towards the abyss. A wind started sweeping through the theatre as the rain started weeping. Natural law had no place in this house of god, but neither did uncertainty. And in one fell swoop, there was silence except for a slow dripping sound off of the stage.
“Help! Help me please! Help!” said the petite woman as she ran across the stage. However, this stage wasn’t lit up for an opening night show. It was all dark except for the side lights on the outside of the balcony booths. There was a glow to the light, emitting an orange hue piercing the darkness, creating a Halloween effect.
As the woman ran across the stage in the empty theatre, a long white cane like prop grabs her by the hip and pulls her back from where she came. It was in one quick motion, that this aquiline person stole the lady. As the woman’s screaming stopped, somber orchestra music started playing from down below. There was no one there. Then there was some applause, gradually growing louder. Yet, there was no one seated.
It was in this forsaken theatre that life sprang and biological evolution took a turn towards the abyss. A wind started sweeping through the theatre as the rain started weeping. Natural law had no place in this house of god, but neither did uncertainty. And in one fell swoop, there was silence except for a slow dripping sound off of the stage.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
El Tigre
Here is a poem I wrote in Hawaii this summer. I was losing my left big toenail and we were at this nature conservancy. Everyone else in my group was playing tag outside so I stayed in and decided to try to write a song. Here is the result. It doesn't have a tune though a friend tried giving it a Spanish feel.
El Tigre
A rider
Riding through the sand
Traveling many miles
A gun in his right hand
Been going forever
He's a thing of legend
No one knows his name
Some say he's from heaven
He'll help you
If you are in aid
He's the last defense
Against evil's bane
They call him El Tigre
Hero of the all
Fighting for the common man
No matter how small
El Tigre
Defender of the night
He will always protect the people
To his last fight
He lived off the land
'Til 1937
He got into a showdown
With enemy Ricky Ivan
The battle was epic
With blood galore
The bullets pierced his strong body
Straight down to the core
He won in the end
Though a minute too late
People lifted his dead body
Up to heaven's gate
Showered with flowers
Sorrow in the air
Greatly missed by everyone
With love and sweet care
El Tigre
Defender of the night
He will always protect the people
After final flight
El Tigre
A rider
Riding through the sand
Traveling many miles
A gun in his right hand
Been going forever
He's a thing of legend
No one knows his name
Some say he's from heaven
He'll help you
If you are in aid
He's the last defense
Against evil's bane
They call him El Tigre
Hero of the all
Fighting for the common man
No matter how small
El Tigre
Defender of the night
He will always protect the people
To his last fight
He lived off the land
'Til 1937
He got into a showdown
With enemy Ricky Ivan
The battle was epic
With blood galore
The bullets pierced his strong body
Straight down to the core
He won in the end
Though a minute too late
People lifted his dead body
Up to heaven's gate
Showered with flowers
Sorrow in the air
Greatly missed by everyone
With love and sweet care
El Tigre
Defender of the night
He will always protect the people
After final flight
Monday, January 14, 2008
A Very Long Start
Wow, I have procrastinated here for a while. I really haven't been working on my story that much, only have one chapter here. I have been more working on poetry which I will post on this blog.
However, for now, I will post chapter 1 of Dark Leviathan.
Leviathan
By Daniel
Synopsis: The city Domos is a prosperous beautiful city and is a great city in part 1. At the end of part 1, a crime boss comes to start takeover. Part 2 is the city in ruin cause of the crime boss mainly and how Lance Specter, a street level Batman type superhero, tries to fight for a lost city. He is the only good in the city and everything else is consumed by the evil that is that crime boss. Part 3 is how the city is in complete ruin and how Lance Specter now works for the crime boss. Lance Specter’s superhero name is Leviathan and the crime-boss’s name is Behemoth. Part 1 is past, Part 2 is present, Part 3 is future.
Part 1
Chapter 1
The sun glared brightly overhead of the city Domos. There were no clouds in the sky and it was a beautiful day. Allen Specter slowly walked up the glimmering marble stairs and entered Knights Building at 10 P.M. on Tuesday morning. The building was 50 stories high and stood proudly over the metropolis of Domos. As Allen walked towards the elevator, he saw his son, Lance, sitting on a bench by the elevator. It was “Take Your Child To Work Day” and Allen took his eldest child to his work. Lance was only 7 years old but he was smart for his age. He was a calm child but ferocity was always present in his cool blue eyes.
Allen approached Lance and held out his hand, waiting for Lance to complete the display of affection. “Ready to see what I do Lance? I think you’ll be excited when you sense what will be around you.” Allen and Lance walked over to the elevator, Allen was calm, not a bead of sweat running down his neck, while Lance was nervous, not knowing what to expect; going into the unknown. They went into the elevator that was going too take them to floor forty, room seven. The music that was playing in the elevator was “Alive” by Pearl Jam. The elevator doors closed then they felt a jerk as the elevator started climbing upward. As it progressed towards the heavens, Allen started talking. Lance had no idea what he was trying to say.
“Man knows many things
But not all
We think we know everything
But we are just fooling ourselves
The desire to explore
Has been and instinct for ages
Whether it be Livingston or Shackleton
Gragan or Wright
Land, sea, and air have been conquered
Nothing else is left they say
But I know where the Great Unknown is
It's in ourselves
It's in our head
It is what perception and reality are
It's our mind
Physically weak
Infinitly strong
Mind over matter
Is the only truth in this world
To explore it is too explore a maze
A labrynth in design
Traps to protect
It itself omnipotent”
Allen finished the poem by the time the elevator stopped. The doors opened and father and son walked into what was called “The Room.”
However, for now, I will post chapter 1 of Dark Leviathan.
Leviathan
By Daniel
Synopsis: The city Domos is a prosperous beautiful city and is a great city in part 1. At the end of part 1, a crime boss comes to start takeover. Part 2 is the city in ruin cause of the crime boss mainly and how Lance Specter, a street level Batman type superhero, tries to fight for a lost city. He is the only good in the city and everything else is consumed by the evil that is that crime boss. Part 3 is how the city is in complete ruin and how Lance Specter now works for the crime boss. Lance Specter’s superhero name is Leviathan and the crime-boss’s name is Behemoth. Part 1 is past, Part 2 is present, Part 3 is future.
Part 1
Chapter 1
The sun glared brightly overhead of the city Domos. There were no clouds in the sky and it was a beautiful day. Allen Specter slowly walked up the glimmering marble stairs and entered Knights Building at 10 P.M. on Tuesday morning. The building was 50 stories high and stood proudly over the metropolis of Domos. As Allen walked towards the elevator, he saw his son, Lance, sitting on a bench by the elevator. It was “Take Your Child To Work Day” and Allen took his eldest child to his work. Lance was only 7 years old but he was smart for his age. He was a calm child but ferocity was always present in his cool blue eyes.
Allen approached Lance and held out his hand, waiting for Lance to complete the display of affection. “Ready to see what I do Lance? I think you’ll be excited when you sense what will be around you.” Allen and Lance walked over to the elevator, Allen was calm, not a bead of sweat running down his neck, while Lance was nervous, not knowing what to expect; going into the unknown. They went into the elevator that was going too take them to floor forty, room seven. The music that was playing in the elevator was “Alive” by Pearl Jam. The elevator doors closed then they felt a jerk as the elevator started climbing upward. As it progressed towards the heavens, Allen started talking. Lance had no idea what he was trying to say.
“Man knows many things
But not all
We think we know everything
But we are just fooling ourselves
The desire to explore
Has been and instinct for ages
Whether it be Livingston or Shackleton
Gragan or Wright
Land, sea, and air have been conquered
Nothing else is left they say
But I know where the Great Unknown is
It's in ourselves
It's in our head
It is what perception and reality are
It's our mind
Physically weak
Infinitly strong
Mind over matter
Is the only truth in this world
To explore it is too explore a maze
A labrynth in design
Traps to protect
It itself omnipotent”
Allen finished the poem by the time the elevator stopped. The doors opened and father and son walked into what was called “The Room.”
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