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Intensity

8 Oct

Intensity

For many folks “intensity”
Is an unpleasant trait
They’ve been fooled into thinking that
It means “to be irate”

“To take things far too seriously”
“To make things far too tense”
“To take approach at everything
With anger too immense”

Let me grab my dictionary
Set the record straight
“Intensity” does not have anything
To do with hate

Definition: energy
Great concentration, strength
Vehemence, a high degree
Will go to any length

Depth of feeling and emotion
Action, spirit, thought
No where do I see it written
That it must be fought

Derived from the word “intense”
Which means “acute and strong”
“Very keen and diligent” so
How could that be wrong?

Just how did intensity
Become something so feared?
How did it become something
Avoided, not revered?

How did the intensity
Of great ones from the past
Cease to be an inspiration?
Fade from minds so fast?

How could any person say
“That’s too intense for me?”
After hearing it defined
How could someone not see

That most of the great things accomplished
In the world today
And years gone by is ‘cause they were
Done in an intense way?

Intensity is the key to
Completing every goal
With more than just a weak effort
But giving it some soul

Putting all your concentration
Focus, strength and passion
Into making sure that things
Are done in highest fashion

Taking opportunity
And seizing its potential
Knowing that a high degree
Of energy’s essential

In making sure the job’s done right
The best that you can do
Intensity’s not to be feared
It is not a taboo

It is the lifeblood of the strong
The hard, the ones that care
The warriors whose eyes burn as
Intensely as a flare

                              Miro

Pop Culture Poetry: Firewalker

17 Aug

*Companion Piece to “Familiar Blue”

Firewalker

Breathe in
Breathe out
My thoughts fill with doubt

The tormented conscience
The whispering fear
Scored by the fire
I still feel its sear

Breathe in
Breathe out
Pain still burns throughout

Flashes of brothers
Of all those held dear
Burn like the river
That skinned me last year

Breathe in
Breathe out
I am now the drought

The emptiness in
This gleaming black suit
Voice and expression
Forever now mute

Breathe in
Breathe out
Was this the best route?

Was I too rash?
Or rather, was he?
That young boy no longer
Feels a part of me

Breathe in
Breathe out
These steel legs are stout

They hurt where they stab
Into severed stumps
But now when I walk
Beneath the ground thumps

Breathe in
Breathe out
This mask gives me clout

I no longer see horror
Now I see dread
They cower in worship
Through these eyes of red

Breathe in
Breathe out
These weaklings I flout

None of them could have
Survived my baptism
I now stand apart
I am my own schism

Breathe in
Breathe out
To me they’ll devout

A symbol of warning
Of intolerance
The mere mention of
My name now prevents

Breathe in
Breathe out
I burn off the sprout

The memory of him
The one who betrayed
The one who forged me
With his own blade

Breathe in
Breathe out
My hatred will tout

I’ll find him one day
I’ll never relent
I’ll never forget
His distinctive scent

Breathe in
Breathe out
I burn off the doubt

That he’s dead already
He must have survived!
Of my revenge
I won’t be deprived

Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out