What's PossibleYou can see the fire in the peaceWhat's Possible by OgenB
feeling tamed by the strange contraptions of a cool breeze
I'll suffer to be released
cage is closed but the mind is always open to new possibilities.
You can see the fire in the piece
they are afraid you cannot be contained - you are an animal full of what's possible.
Laws are bars through this land
respect is given not earned - fear driven through the people.
Morality is up for you to discern
you would not teach you that killing is honorable, that its respectable.
This is our voice,
add yours and I'll add mine.
This is our voice. It is our choice. They cannot contain us.
We are an animal, full of what's possible.
And when we get vicious, it is our mission to put in submission
this thoughts of contention.
I see the fire in the peace.
A land stained by policy.
They don't want you to know anything.
Wake up you animals.
You're full of what's possible.
Daredevil ReviewMarvel has been on a roll as of late. Releasing one high quality blockbuster movie again and again. Lately the movies have just gotten better, and a few feeble attempts have been made to break into televised heroes. Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D would be one of those examples. By all means not a bad show, just not one I would write home about.Daredevil Review by OgenB
So when Netflix announced it would be making Daredevil into a television show, being that Daredevil is one of my favorite superheroes in the Marvel universe, I had mixed feelings. On one hand, this is Marvel making some good calls with writers and directors, Drew Goddard (Cabin in the Woods, Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer) has been involved in a ton of my most watched shows. On the other hand, this is a superhero SO easy to do wrong. Just look at the Daredevil film with Ben Affleck for examples of how easy it is to make this hero cheesy and unlikeable.
Nervously I hit that play button. Joyously do I write this review.
HallowedI detoured through the minds night.Hallowed by OgenB
Walking honeycombed halls soaked in memories
dripping like burnt wax dipped from muraled ceilings of harrowed painted figures
welded with the power of their time.
Pondered with ravenous eyes, upon those ruinous caverns,
which wandered among the shame.
That these templed rooms should still stand,
without worship, in spite of the reckoning teeming from my lips.
Trembling I crushed myself against any pillars
that were tenacious enough to bear the wrath stained rooms.
The fire mopped through my heart's once potent desires,
all that is unmaimed in this mired hall of soul and charred potential
is but a flat looking glass
still reflecting the flame
upon my sanity.
Lirye PondersWe are being these things,Lirye Ponders by OgenB
fantasies cupped in dreams, held on wings of ink.
Wise voices with choices leading to stoic and happy,
we know where these things ingrain on the river
on the story trip, weaving puzzles after the show.
Separate personalities identified and noticed;
this IS evil.
This is the one who is ignorant.
This is the one who is wise.
We know the actions, they read off the greatest stories we ever told.
We know how to be those people.
We brought them into being.
Why can we not become
We wrote them all.
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