Archive | October, 2013

Spookless

31 Oct

Happy Halloween, warriors! A tribute to the fearlessness of the warrior on the supposedly scariest day of the year. Within the realm of fear, we have no conquerors or equals.

Spookless

The ghosts appear with eerie glow
Their see-through tattered garments flow
They moan and howl in attempt to scare

But warrior just cocks his head
And gives a wink to the undead
And doesn’t shiver, tremble or beware

A corpse emerges from its grave
And limps towards the warrior brave
It gurgles tortured wails of dead lament

But as it nears the warrior
The corpse’s own fear starts to stir
As it sees warrior’s survived torment

The corpse screams and it runs away
As pack of werewolves enter fray
They snarl and growl ‘till there’s eye contact

They see within the warrior’s eyes
The hellish forge which did baptize
The warrior’s nerve and so they all retract

A colony of bats swoop low
And into vampires they grow
And surround the lone warrior and hiss

And as they all do sink their fangs
It’s the vampires who feel the pangs
As they stare into warrior’s abyss

They scream and recoil with fright
Infected by the warrior’s might
His venom of strength, grace, will and resolve

Makes all the vampires begin
To burn and crack and trip and spin
As they all crumble to dust and dissolve

The other ghouls surround as the
Warrior smiles and asks, “Who’ll be
The next to try to prey upon my fear?”

The demons, witches, spooks and wraiths
All cower and show little faith
This spookless warrior they all revere

They all step back and clear a path
In fear of the warrior’s wrath
“That’s Goddamn right,” the warrior does growl

He slowly walks past all of those
Who glow or bleed or decompose
Or levitate or do smell very foul

They see that he is not impressed
He snarls and beats upon his chest
Which causes all these spooks to jump with dread

“That’s Goddamn right, within the realm
Of fear it’s ME who’s at the helm!”
He warns to all the retreating undead

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Light or Dark?

28 Oct

When people ask me how I am, I’ve taken to saying, “Unstoppable.” Our word choice matters, and something as simple as “Good” or “Not good” can cast light or darkness into the world. Don’t ever succumb and wallow in self-pity, because you never know who’s watching and listening. Inspired by a conversation I just had with an old friend who’s dealing with a severe leg and back injury. At the beginning of our conversation, he said he was doing badly. By the end, he said “I’m good. I’m great!” Stay in the light…

Light or Dark?

When hardships rear their ugly head
And dig their fangs in deep
Will you cast light out to the world?
Or will you only weep?

When challenges arise and cause
The loss of things held dear
Will you be grace’s example?
Or will you broadcast fear?

When troubled times befall us
It is easy to forget
That others can see us as we
Worry, suffer and fret

But if we keep in mind that eyes
Are always turned our way
It helps to remind us that all
The words we choose to say

Can cast a light onto this world
Instead of casting dark
To say, “I’m doing horrible”
To whine, complain and bark

Just causes more to be afraid
To worry what could be
“What if that horrible thing
One day happens to me?”

But if we choose to be the light
To let it go and say
“This is just another test
It won’t cause me dismay”

It will inspire others to
Look at their own distress
And have the courage to engage
To confront, to address

While keeping cool, while keeping calm
While maintaining their grace
“That warrior survived his own
Struggle without a trace

Of fear or doubt or misery
So I too will emit
A light of strength and grace and not
To the darkness submit”

Pushed

25 Oct

As shocking as it may sound, I’ve had some complaints at work made against me. Do you get offended, hurt or worked up when someone makes false accusations towards you? I used to, but having a warrior-mindset has eradicated the need to defend, explain, and exonerate my name. I’ve learned that there’s a common theme with all of the people who point a finger at me and say I’m rude, abrasive or difficult, and that common theme is that they lack what a warrior possesses and is capable off…

Pushed

They push and push until you crack
And when you do, then they step back
They see that you have had enough
So they watch as you huff and puff

But what if you simply don’t crack?
What if you bare their attack?
What if there is no effect?
What if they cannot deject?

What if you’re a rock when they
Have hurtful, hateful things to say?
What if your reserve stands fast
When you are bullied and harassed?

I’ll tell you what will happen, mate
When you refuse to take the bait
They’ll whine and cry that YOU’RE the one
Who was abrasive and did shun

A warrior’s an anomaly
From drama they are fully free
And since the normals cannot grasp
They imagine your voice is rasp

They imagine that you aren’t nice
They give their pathetic advice
They say, “You really need to learn
To deal with this kind of concern!”

They’ll make a complaint to your boss
Another try to incur loss
But boss will simply hear the tale
Of how a weak normal did fail

To push a warrior around
And tried to grind you to the ground
But since your grace was kept in tact
They snivelled to make an impact

By crying to authorities
To try to bring you to your knees
But no one, not grunts or a chief
Can give a warrior much grief

They can’t be pushed, they are a wall
And it’s the PUSHERS who all fall
While warriors stand firm and strong
Bear witness to all that is wrong

The ego and the selfishness
The cowardice and laziness
The fact they push so hard reveals
That they lack warrior ideals

Stand fast, stand firm, and do not bend
Do not explain, do not defend
And do not fear they’ll be believed
Because all those who are deceived

Are just as weak as those who shove
And push and are devoid of love
Who do not serve and give and care
Let your attack just be a glare

A knowing glance that weakness stands
Before you with its outstretched hands
In vain attempt to push you back
Do not falter, do not crack

Complete

19 Oct

Complete

She sees him saunter by
She gives out a soft sigh
She wishes that he felt the same
About her, that an equal flame
That burned for her as she has for this guy

But he is just polite
Near her he feels no fright
He simply smiles and is quite nice
But he does not feel the same vice
That grips her when she is around this knight

He leaves and she’s left feeling
Incomplete and revealing
Like something’s missing in her life
She thinks if she becomes his wife
That she will undergo some soulful healing

And that is what is wrong
With all of those who long
And pine and crush and fantasize
For someone beautiful and wise
To “complete” them, they do not see how strong

And beautiful and wise
They are without allies
Complete already on their own
Complete with just their skin and bone
Complete without those relationship ties

A partner, spouse or mate
A bride, groom, or a date
May compliment and benefit
But one day we must all admit
To be complete on our own is our fate

People may come and go
Loved ones buried below
But no matter who may be around
“Completeness” will never be found
Because no other person can bestow

Completeness since it’s there
We’re complete if we dare
To not rely on others to
Make us feel complete, happy, new
There’s no need for dreaming, wishes and prayer

One day this girl admits
Accepts, concedes, permits
Herself to feel complete alone
Which changes her once needy tone
To confident, content and plenty wits

Her old crush does return
But old flame does not burn
She no longer needs him to be
The missing piece to set her free
For him no longer does she pine and yearn

He notices her now
Intense gaze on her brow
A confidence so few possess
He steps toward her to assess
And sees someone who has a complete glow

And it makes him feel small
He feels his courage stall
He sees how content this girl seems
And so the young man smiles and beams
And wants to know more ‘cause she does enthrall

He asks her for a date
“Pick you up at 8?”
She smiles and shakes her head at him
“I’ll be working out at the gym
Maybe some other time, for now you’ll wait”

He blinks and is confused
His massive ego bruised
Incomplete because she turned
Him down and his offer was spurned
He can’t recall when last he was refused

And he begins his own
Journey to what she’s known
That completeness does not depend
On family, stranger or friend
Just on the person there when you’re alone

Call Me Warrior

14 Oct

The Eagle and The Serpent

 

For once I am breaking my own rule on this site, & am posting a poem – because this poem is absolutely What I Am, and fits with the spirit of this blog, too.  This poem is in my heart right now.

WolfSpirit

Do not mistake my kindness for weakness;

Do not think that as a Healer I am helpless,

My heart is open but not unprotected –

The danger has not gone undetected.

 

I will not falter and I shall not yield,

I accept this Power I can wield,

I fight not with a weapon in my hand –

It is a different battle for which I stand.

 

I understand there may be pain,

If I do not venture there will be no gain

To pretect my community, kith and kin –

Every battle shall I face and plan to win.

 

You see but do not…

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The Warryor

11 Oct

Inspired by William Blake’s “The Tyger

warryor

The Warryor

Warryor! Warryor! burning bright
In the concrete jungle’s night
What immortal eye or hand
Made normals fall while you still stand?

In what distant skies or deeps
Burnt the fire which still keeps
Thee moving forward while those less
Crawl and cry and beg He bless?

What Creator could make both?
One for wither, one for growth
How could He create one scared
While other’s teeth are always bared?

What the feather? What the sword?
Where was all thy courage stored?
How did He who made such mice
Make such a fearless device?

When the stars threw down their pain
And failed to make thee go insane
Did He smile to see His art?
Do His cowards now break His heart?

Warryor! Warryor! burning bright
In the concrete jungle’s night
What immortal eye or hand
Now dare bless thee or give command?

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A Warrior Still

5 Oct

A Warrior Still final