First poem art, Point A

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If I should have a son, instead of calling me "Dad," he's gonna call me "Point A"! That way no matter what happens, he knows that he can always find his way back to me! Just go back to the beginning !

I'm going to paint universes on the back of his hands! That way he has to know the entire Multi-verse before he can say "oh, I know that like the back of my hand."

He's gonna learn life is pain, It hits hard, knocks you down, kicks you in the chest, and pushes the wind out of you just to remind you how much you enjoy breathing. Then when you get back up it hits you in balls, just so it can drop you to your knees!

There’s “HURT” ,here, that can’t be fixed, with words, with violence, or band aids. So the first time he realizes Superman isn't coming, I'll make sure he knows… he doesn't have to wear the cape alone. Because no matter how far you stretch your arms, your shoulders will be to small, to catch all the pain in the world, that you want to heal.

Believe me, I've tried, “and budy” I'll tell him. Don't put your nose in the air. I do that trick all the time! You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow it back to the burning house, and save the girl who lost everything! Or in my case, the mother that set it on fire, in hopes that you can change her, And save her.

But you're going to that damn trick anyway, so I'll keep a six pack, and food nearby! Because there's no heartbreak beer can't fix. Well, okay. There's a lot of heartbreak that beer causes. But that's what the food is for!!! It helps with the hangover and pain! Time can't heal all wounds.

But that's why I want him to have a quantum computer! So he can see a thousand lives, through the vantage of the neural network that housed me. Looking up at the universe, contemplating that vastness of a multiverse, and all in with the painful memories of this insanity. Through the pinpoint of a single human mind.

Kai sera sera, I'll tell him. That's what my mom taught me. Whatever will be, will be! So when you open your arms and try to fly, but only end up with blisters and chapped from the sand storm. When people step out of your phone booth to save people and find the people you wanted to help standing on your cape, keeping you from flying, don’t be surprised.

Those are the days, you need to say thank you even more. The ocean never quits, rushing to the shore, and you don’t have to quit trying to help. That’s what makes you wonderful. Your of me, and I’m a neutron! Not a new tron, or robot. More like a new turn and fresh set of directions. We can’t change everything and even ATLAS is gonna shrug under the weight of the world one day.


Yeah, I got my problems kiddo, I'm like a child on Christmas morning, believing in the magic of the season and trusting that Santa will bring me everything I've asked for. That never happens, but I believe one day it will. So you keep your eyes bright, keep wishing! Keep hoping, and when people come to crush your spirit.