THE SPIDERMAN STORY

WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY....

Oh damn yes I've heard that shit time and again in the spiderman tri series... and sure as the freaking monkeys that use my British era tinned roof for percussion effects every morning, the words do ring a gong in my life gone weary....time and again the torrents of life's absurdity leaves bits of grazing thoughts like a retreating wave leaves shells in its wake....and in all the burden i carry in my own cross, i realize that i live for something more than just breathing the mundane...providence sure has had other things in store for me.... how else someone who could hold a paint brush well finds himself walking grey landscapes totting an automatic assault rifle in his hand and scanning an eye for death and glory.....

today seems like one of those days... days when friends seem like a zillion light years away..days when the mind is swallowed by its own isolated solitude...days when hope of warmer days and sunny shores dims in the dark shades of strife... days when the profession of arms calls for a sacrifice of individuality and the self...

well and then there are days when i beat the drudgery of an overdose of olive green in my veins with stolen tales from the big screen...more than often i have found my answers to the popping mysteries of life in the comfort of a movie hall...a celluloid freak...mmm well maybe but then at times it tells me what women think, at times it shares glimpses of valour and honour ... at times the evil that men do and more often than not that matrix reloaded question as to why i exist in my own social noose...

life in the army was never meant to be a walk in the clouds... the sacrifices it expects from one is at times far too much for the withered soul to handle..especially when these sacrifices are things and people one holds dearest to his heart.....family, friends, a flicker of hope with a girl a thousand miles away...well the list goes on. The concept of sacrificing ones life is seemingly the easiest when reflected against the trillion choice less decisions one has to make in the never ending realms of sacrifice....and sometimes in selfish zeal it hurts to know that you would have been a wee bit better off if you could just do what your heart wanted and not have to say yes to the organisation always...
... but then this life is not for all... the charms of the uniform and the rifle still draws more gullibles to become heroes in a world so far far away. It sometimes strikes me as i lead soldiers into the shadow of death- when fears have blinded ones vision and holding your wits straight is just too damn crazy- that

with great power comes great responsibility


spiderman's story doesn't seem too different... life sucks king size in his world... time and again the dude is helpless in being there for his souls gravity-Mary Jane ... he sure might be a hero in a different rig, yet he seems like the next door limp who messes up every where he goes...he too is faced with the dilemma of choosing between duty and love...and ahh! spiderman too has his battles with giving up all that he has...all for the dying hope of being normal again...

...life in this crazy town is so damn close to spidey's tale that i feel i could start wearing the red and blue outfit to swing around town...life sure has been a trip into a nintendo game...kinda sacrificed too much too soon...lost friends to the growing distances and time...in solitude I've been drifting to bygone days when things were normal and i didn't bother two hoots about what the nation needs or what changes i could bring in my own little world...to days when i could live by my heart and follow my dreams...huh alas ...like i said sometimes choices are the biggest sacrifice we make...and this is the sacrifice destiny has in store for me...

in all this gloomy chaos I've sure found nirvana in sublime glory and honour...i have definitely touched lives i would have never met other wise...lived days like it was the pages of history turning in some wild war flick...seen this, done that, been there... and oooh yeah survived shitzone big time ....and so i live each day for glory and honour..

this is me...lone wolf dancing to his own lil tune in a world where cold steel can be a warm friend...