Poem: Destiny in our Hands

In the cradle of the cosmos, where the stars align, They told us tales of destiny, a script we can’t decline. Born to greatness, they declared, as if it was our fate, But I’ve come to realize, it’s a narrative I won’t take. Fate, they say, was written in the stars, But I believe we’re the authors, tearing through the bars. Destiny’s a notion, they try to tie our hands, But I’ve found the truth, it’s something we command. We’re not born to greatness, it’s a myth, a grand disguise, Fate was invented by cowards, selling dreams in the skies. … Continue reading Poem: Destiny in our Hands

CineWeez: The Iron Claw

I was a wrestling kid growing up. And at the age of 45, that means I was watching World Class Championship Wrestling on ESPN every week in the early 80s. My first favorite wrestler I can remember having? Kevin Von Erich. Apparently I always gravitated to the smaller, athletic guys. Later on, it would be Dynamite Kid, Jyushin Lyger, Brian Pillman and so on. But first, there was Kevin. The barefoot, lanky flyer (for that time, at least). He had the best standing drop kick in the business as far as I can remember at that time. Yes kids, there … Continue reading CineWeez: The Iron Claw