No Strings, No Script

“No Strings, No Script”

I never tried to take from life,

or get took —

walked that line between

criminal and crook —

funny how the look

can fit anyone

when life presses the right bruise.

———

Never claimed to be Prince Charming.

Wasn’t born with glass-shoe luck,

but ain’t no Captain Hook —

closer to Monkey D.,

part Jack Sparrow,

part Green Arrow,

with Robin Hood’s knack

to steal back.

———

I played Hercules

when the world demanded strength,

ain’t built like no Marvel,

life scripts me as Luisa —

the strong one quietly leaned on.

They may want a Pinocchio,

but I’m no one’s Geppetto.

———

Ain’t trying to be the Joker,

but sometimes a riddle slips out

when truth needs a twist.

———

No marionette strings on me.

The only threads that pull my life

are stitched across the bat sign.

———

Let me define —

sometimes you step back,

retire or resign,

trying to sharpen again

what time has dulled.

———

Gotta put the cape down —

not hero, not villain,

just a man

breathing,

healing,

chillin’ —

choosing peace

when the world keeps asking

for power.

— CH —