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Woe is Me

20 Jan

“Do not listen to those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious.” ~Og Mandino

Woe is Me

Allow me to use my soap box
To cry about my woes
I’d like to writhe in misery
And focus on my lows

I will express ingratitude
By focusing on times
That hurt, frustrated, caused me stress
The awful unjust crimes

Instead of thinking all about
The good things in my life
A father, mother, brothers, sisters
Nieces, nephew, wife

Employment when so many can’t
Get hired anywhere
Ability to walk when some
Are confined to wheelchair

Woe is me! Forget all that!
This is about my hurt!
Because I didn’t get the things
For which I did exert!

My fears about the things I’ll lose
My angst for selfish wants
My nightmares that I can’t let go
Of old forgotten haunts

I take the time to create this
And hope it will be read
Because I need someone to say
“Please feel better instead!”

And I will still not figure out
It won’t do any good
Until I stop my complaining
And do the thing I should

Because a write of angst does not
Inspire or empower
It helps not author or reader
To light their darkest hour

Perhaps some day I will attain
This universal fact:
That woe is NOT me, I am not
Damaged, broken or cracked

I have a well of strength within
Of love and grace and peace
But when I cry about myself
All of these virtues cease

Anyways, back to my tears
And bitter agony
My torture, torment, misery
My me and me and me

Let me know how much you care
By saying “It’s alright!”
“Hope that you feel better soon!”
And “Have a pleasant night!”

We’ll keep it up ‘till one of us
Sees that it goes nowhere
And recognizes there’s no point
To writings of despair

(In case you cannot detect my
Sarcasm in this write
I am not really suffering
From anguish or from plight

I am a warrior which means
When going does get tough
I do not cry, instead I say
“I haven’t had enough!

One more just like that and then
Another if you please!”
Think of this woeful poem
As just a little tease)



Used To Be

26 Nov

Used To Be

Anything that you wish to
Improve about yourself
Whether it’s your attitude
Your bank account or health

Can be changed if you only start
To look at it this way:
“I used to be like that but now
Today is a new day”

If you’d only adapt this
Real simple way of thinking
To put your habits in the past
And from yourself unlinking

And say “I used to be angry”
Or “I used to be broke”
“I used to have a weight problem”
“I used to drink or smoke”

If you would just untie yourself
From how you have defined
If you would make it in past tense
And leave it all behind

Then one day soon you will look back
To recognize and see
That things you wished to change are now
The things you used to be


Move On

23 Oct

Move On

For warriors the words “I quit”
Are never, ever spoken
But there’s another phrase we should
Utter when wills are broken

Not our own, the will of a
Warrior can’t be cracked
I’m speaking of the ones we try
To inspire and impact

Rest assured, my warriors
There will be those who can’t
Reap any of your wisdom
‘Cause their ego won’t grant

Any idea that did not
Originate with them
Words can’t reach their hearts unless
They came from their brain stem

I’ve watched in awe as people have
Argued against the fact
That we all have the power to
Triumph over what’s lacked

That focus, training, concentration
Effort and resolve
Is the only way to grow
To adapt and evolve

“Yeah, but” is the way they start
And that’s enough for me
To wash my hands and realize
They’re not a good trainee

They want a comfortable life and
Don’t want to have to sweat
They want all of the world’s joys but
Don’t want to pay the debt

They beg the Creator to take it
Easy on them, please
Warriors instead live by
The wise words of Bruce Lee’s:

“Do not pray for easy lives”
The Dragon once did say
“Pray for the strength to endure
Difficult ones today.”

If you’re a warrior and you
Stand before someone who
Doesn’t have the will to hear
Your words and follow through

Do not fear that you’re quitting
You’re not, you’re moving on
Your strength is needed other places
Where it will help spawn

Courage and resolve within
The people who are able
To want to try to grow in peace
And make their stresses stable

Move on ‘cause you’re wasting precious
Time as well as air
Move on to other people who
Are passionate and care

Let go of egotistical
Self-centered people that
Are too set in their ways to ever
Be moved by your chat

Move on with confidence in knowing
That you tried your best
Head up, chest out and take comfort
In knowing you addressed

A simple-minded person who
Can’t find the time to try
Who’d rather bitch and whine and sob
And fret and stress and cry

And wait for someone else to come
And fix all their issues
Warriors are well aware
You’ll need more than tissues

You’ll need to see that what you need
Is not the help of God
It’s not a friend or two or three
Or an entire squad

What you need is already
Within you, but it’s hard
So for the ones who don’t like it
The warriors discard

They leave behind the ones who drag
Without any remorse
And if a seed’s been planted, then
We’ll see you down the course



8 Oct


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


Intensity Apology

19 Aug

Intensity Apology

I’d like to take a moment to
Say sorry for a trait
That annoys some lazy folks
And on their nerves does grate

“You’re just a little too intense”
Is what these cow-eyed folks
Say to me when I attempt
To motivate and coax

“Relax, calm down, don’t go so fast”
Is their indifferent plea
But laziness has blinded them
And they just cannot see

That they’ve mistaken my focus
Passion, intensity
For being “much too wound up” to
An unhealthy degree

The irony’s despite the fact
That I’m all aches and pains
I’m ten times healthier than blood
That lumbers through their veins

Too many people have just quit
There is no forward motion
In contrast to their dead stop
My sprint causes commotion

“You’ll have a heart attack if you
Don’t pace yourself, you know!”
They warn as they take baby steps
And timidly walk slow

“Perhaps it’s you who’d benefit
From one big heart attack
It’d be the first time in a while
It pumped blood” I say back

And if you live or die, then let’s
Be real honest and fair
If you don’t survive that’s one
Less person wasting air

And if by miracle somehow
You do survive the pains
You’ll just have taken your first step
To breaking free of chains

That hold you back and drain your strength
And keep you firmly stuck
“Sorry I’m so damn intense?
Nah, I don’t give a f**k”



2 Aug


I wake up with a rush of pain
It courses through my frame
It leaves me short of breath and sets
My nerve endings aflame

My instinct is to reach over
And grab on my nightstand
A painkiller called Tramacet
With my numbed up, cold hand

I close my eyes and have to laugh
How that’s my first instinct
In the face of chronic pain
Not often have I blinked

Yet first thing in the morning when
My brain is all clouded
With buzzing pain and noise, my thoughts
Feel very much crowded

And the thought that knows the pill
Is just a quick shortcut
Gets lost among the others that
Want to bail out my butt

The problem with the bailing thoughts
Is that they think short term
They’re lazy, weak and cowardly
Afraid to ever squirm

And writhe and ache and throb with pain
They just want it to stop
They think everything will be fine
If that pill you just pop

Or throw back just a couple beers
Or something with more kick
Like whiskey, scotch or tequila
Become a numbed up brick

And if the liquid cure falls short
There’s always harder stuff
Things you can inject with needles
White dust you can snuff

I think the problem is that we
Don’t take the time to think
About the things we depend on
When we are at our brink

The reflex is to reach for something
That will fix our pain
So few see that we already
Have tools to sustain

Within ourselves, no pills or drink
Or drugs needed to aid
Focus, concentration and
Spirit will dull pain’s blade

Best of all, these cures won’t leave you
Trembling for more
Their effects do not degrade
From what they were before

Unlike pills, or booze or drugs
They grow stronger in time
Your natural abilities
Won’t ever pass their prime

Yes, sometimes you’ll need a hand
To make it through the day
To make yourself productive and
To endure all the fray

But take a moment to think of
The shortcut you are taking
And know you only circumvent
Whatever’s caused your aching

The only way to deal with it
Is with full faculties
The battle will be difficult
It will not be a breeze

But the more you deal with it
Without taking shortcuts
The quicker and much easier
You’ll find that pain’s door shuts

I pull my hand away from the
Nightstand and lay back down
I close my eyes and concentrate
While the pain goes to town

On my body, stabbing, clawing
Ripping at my joints
While it does its thing, I focus
On these finer points

I have the strength within myself
To endure its assault
Today is not the worst I’ve had
No need for the pill vault

I’ll keep it closed until a day
When I’ve tried all I can
Exhausted all my patience and
Don’t have a better plan

But today is not that day
I’ll take the long way there
‘Cause shortcuts only lead you to
Places you should beware