Warrior Indigestion

14 Jul


Warrior Indigestion

As years go by, our bodies change and how we handle food
Changes due to indigestion and we must exclude
Those things we could consume with no effort in younger days
Those same things now cause heartburn and set intestines ablaze

For Warriors, there are some foods which no longer digest
Within the fiery pit that burns intensely in our chest
Things like whining cause a gag reflex within our maw
Laying blame elicits vomit shooting from our jaw

Having no accountability gives us the runs
Laziness to do the work sprays liquid from our buns
“1st World Problem” stress does not sit right within our gut
Lack of gratitude for blessings makes us puke somewhat

Pursuit of shallow status such as money, job and cars
Does not agree with stomachs decorated with old scars
The selfie/ego/snowflake generation gives us gas
Because our diet is made up of iron, steel and brass

Fire goes down easy, problems quench our intense thirst
Pain’s a yummy snack that we could gorge on ‘till we burst
Lighting is dessert and storms are delectable meals
We’re nourished by what makes most sick: challenges and ideals

Sacrifice and work, accountability and grace
With empathy and bravery is how we stuff our face
We’ll pass on all the fear and weakness buffets that most feast
They may slake appetites of sheep, but don’t nourish a beast



11 Jul

In loving memory of Muhammad Ali.



There once was a man from Kentucky
This Louisville Lip was quite plucky
Like a bee he would sting
Inside the squared ring
And not one person claimed he was lucky

With skill and with heart he would win
Throwing jabs and big hooks to the chin
He won millions of hearts
With his brawn and his smarts
Not to mention his infectious grin

But the public opinion did sway
When the government one day did say:
“You must go overseas
And must kill our foes, please”
But that didn’t sit right with young Clay

They accused him of being just yellow
“Draft dodger!” they all called this fellow
But young Clay, now Ali
Did not dodge, duck or flee
He showed up to the draft and did bellow

“No thank you,” he told them and stood
By his ideals of mercy and good
They warned of the price
Which he said would suffice
In order to do what he should

They took away his boxing belt
And his wallet a big blow was dealt
They had cut his prime short
But they could never thwart
This great man’s choice which was so heartfelt

Years would go by and the hate
Would soften and folks did see straight
In hindsight they saw
No fear, fright or flaw
Years later they called Ali, “Great”

For greatness is making a choice
And then never betraying that voice
That says, “Stand for what’s right”
Though consequences might
Cause some to no longer rejoice

Today we remember with love
The greatest to lace up a glove
But we must also recall
That the cost wasn’t small
Sacrifice is what greatness is made of


Stepping Back

10 Jul

Stepping Back

The world’s become a smaller place, or rather it would seem
Thanks to wi-fi internet and video live stream
Instant tweets and Instagram and Facebook posts from those
Who suffer pain and use their phone to share all of their woes

We are indeed connected, each and every person here
But viewing hi-res images of events that aren’t near
Are causing a perspective loss, there’s folks who carry grief
For things half-way around the world with misguided belief

That there is something they can do by ranting or despairing
By hash-tagging and vlogging and by liking and by sharing
Focused half-way ‘round the world and not on what is near
Not present and not aware of their place on this sphere

Perhaps it’s time for stepping back from these world-wide events
These overwhelming weekly travesties that make no sense
Maybe it’s simply too much to know what’s happening
In every dark corner of Earth, each terrible, grim thing

Perhaps the wide-spread stress, anxiety and angst we feel
Is caused by what’s trending and in our newsfeed and newsreel
Perhaps it’s time to step back and be present where we are
Focus on the loved ones near, not strangers who are far

Perhaps it’s time to be aware of local matters more
That we can influence instead of some overseas war
Perhaps it’s time to turn the news off, edit feed, log out
Turn phone off and have local faith instead of global doubt


Calmness is Power

8 Jul


It’s easy to maintain your calmness on a nice, quiet day. That’s not training. I challenge you to breathe deeply and maintain your calmness on days like today, when media and your peers scream, furrow their brows and exhibit absolutely no control over their emotions. Stand apart, choose to be the 1-in-100, breathe deeply and slowly, sever the puppet strings and feel calmness. All this has happened before and will happen again. The only control you truly have is over yourself, and what happens within.



Deny Empower Deny

2 Jul

Deny Empower Deny

A misguided approach to dealing with things which pose threat
Or harm, discomfort, hardship, displeasure, distress or fret
Is to deny, ignore, avoid, to bury head in sand
To run away from all the things you think you cannot stand

It’s my pleasure to tell you, dears, that you are very wrong
Those things you think you can’t handle are really not that strong
If you would just confront, engage, clear mind and make contact
Denying just empowers all your fears, that is a fact

Now there will be the fools who misinterpret and will think
That means you should indulge in self-destruction such as drink
And drugs but no, it’s not about a substance, it’s a feeling
That angst, anxiety or stress that comes at thought of dealing

With someone or something which causes you to run and hide
I challenge you for the next time to move forward, collide
Meet it and experience with something more than dread
With empathy instead of ego’s whispers in your head

In my experience when I have chosen to engage
Instead of run away the result wasn’t pain or rage
I learned just how weak that thing was that I thought had such power
Because I no longer denied, it was them who did cower

And places which would cause me dread became my forge of flame
Strengthening and honing the Warrior that I became
I no longer avoid a single person, thing or place
Because experience has taught me that when I embrace

The truth’s revealed and all those things which I thought would subtract
My joy and peace were only strong because I’d always backed
“Oh no” is why each demon lives to haunt your waking days
“Ok” is how to sap its power and make your own raise


The Time That’s Left

25 Jun


The Time That’s Left

A quirky twist of fate to be imbued with the belief
That we will live forever, yet our time on Earth is brief
We make bold declarations that “Tomorrow, things will change!
Tomorrow the battle begins! I’ll plan and rearrange!”

Procrastinating since we think because we’ve lived this long
Precedent would prove that we’ll for many years prolong
While all the truths which do dispel this naive ignorance
Are scoffed at, scorned, evaded or met with indifference

“Healthy” people dying of a heart attack at fifty
Time cut short despite their abstinence from drugs and whisky
Young lives cut too short because a mishap with car
Fate ignores how talented they were with a guitar

Children filled with love and life and innocence close eyes
And breathe their final breath despite their mothers’ prayers and cries
In one quick blink the life that was is now longer there
And though we witness death each year, so few seem to beware

“Tomorrow this, tomorrow that” despite constant reminders
“Tomorrow” is not guaranteed regardless of your blinders
So live for something that in fact you do possess right now:
This moment, wake up, look around, breathe deep, my dears, somehow

Be present and get up and do the things you have delayed
Revel in the chance, the gift and do not be afraid
The time that’s left is not something to look upon in fear
The seconds that remain are something to love and revere

Time is almost up, my dears, get up and make the most
May I remind that very soon your spirit leaves its host?
And what will the survivors say? That you just sat and thought?
Or that you were a Warrior and PUSHED and STRIVED and FOUGHT?


Piss ’em Off

23 Jun

Piss ‘em Off

Your mommy and your daddy and your uncles and your aunts
Your siblings and your teachers all recited the same chants:
“Be nice!” they warned because if you don’t choose your words with care
They might anger, incite, rile and cause tempers to flare

“Be nice!” or you will have to deal with something that’s not nice
I’ve come to learn that being “nice always” is bad advice
Know what you will get when you are kind to narcissists?
You’ll get someone who won’t give back but their taking persists

How ‘bout if you are gentle with a person with no spine?
You’ll get a weakling who cannot endure, they’ll only whine
And if you do agree with someone who is just a fool
For sake of not hurting their feelings and appearing cruel?

You’ll get an ignorant adult who angers and throws fits
Who’s too lazy to understand and is devoid of wits
I see a world of tiptoeing, the “Snowflake Generation”
Over-sensitive egos with unhealthy fixation

On “conditional happiness,” these simple minds believe
That joy is when you get something and loss is when you grieve
So many think this way because “Be nice!” was ingrained deep
Luckily for every hundred, one is not a sheep

Awakening did come to me not from those with fake smiles
It didn’t come from the “in crowd,” it came from the exiles
The ones who spoke the truth straight from their hearts and didn’t care
Who it did piss off and caused to argue, scream and swear

“My duty is to sing my song and dance my dance, my dears”
One of these folks said whose words singed many people’s ears
I listened to his words so genuine, his voice so merry
While brainwashed sheep with voices filled with angst would scoff and parry

“If it helps, then great!” he sang, “if not, then that’s too bad!”
He followed with a cheerful wave and “Bye!” he’d brightly add
He pissed ‘em off and what I saw was deception from most
Those who preached “Be nice!” did not practice what they did boast

Ever stop to think how many folks who talk the talk
Are not hypocrites and do the work to walk the walk?
Ever wonder how many who demand “nice” show grace
To those who have the courage to reject them to their face?

“Nice,” I learned was something that was asked for but not shown
By most people who didn’t train, weren’t tested, hadn’t grown
A soft society based on comfort and luxury
Whose addiction to ease has caused a mental atrophy

Piss ‘em off, I say, light fires underneath their ass
Search your heart and speak your mind with great big balls of brass
And if they cannot handle someone’s different point of view
Don’t you dare apologize, give them something to chew

Challenge them to try harder while you wave and sing “Bye!”
An ego is not justified because it starts to cry
Have no fear, those tears will dry and anger will subside
And in a while the ache and pain will pass from their backside

And what causes this healing? Why does the pain go away?
Resiliency, my dears, a trait that we rarely display
But it is there and more it’s used, the less our egos ache
So speak your mind and piss ‘em off and challenge that snowflake