Tag Archives: conviction


11 Jan


As difficult as it may be to think that I was shy
Yes, it’s true, this Warrior was once a timid guy
A permanent frog in my throat when I was just a lad
Always hearing “You’re so quiet!” from every comrade

And as my boldness grew, I saw the same shyness in others
And recognized the source of it in my sisters and brothers
Remembered well why I minced words, held tongue and took the fifth:
An overwhelming urge to please all and get along with

Fear of being rejected, not liked, thought poorly of
Fear of being ridiculed and mocked, deprived of love
I conquered shyness with acceptance that all which I feared
Was already in full affect, its ugly head had reared

Despite all of my efforts, there was still mocking and hate
Despite my quietness and caring, still they would berate
Despite my politeness and empathy still they would tease
Despite the warmth within my heart, around me was a freeze

Perhaps my teens or twenties, I no longer recall when
It started being clear that all these women and these men
That I had been so shy around and tried to gratify
Were not people who were worthy of being my ally

Upside down my world had turned, from thinking “all are friends!”
To being more judgmental and now saying, “It depends”
I saw the world through different eyes when I spoke loud and clear
Refused to be talked over, teased, belittled with a jeer

The magic phrase for you shy ones whose voices are so soft
The magic phrase to ask yourself as well as throw aloft
The magic phrase to ask real loud with bass and force and starch:
The magic phrase that raises eyebrows and makes their backs arch:

“Who are you?” is what I’d ask myself as I’d discern
“Who are you?” I’d ask with no regret and sometimes burn
“Who are you?” I’d ask and see the lack of discipline
“Who are you?” I’d ask and watch the tearing of thin skin

“Who are you?” I’d ask and those who gladly dished it out
Showed they couldn’t take it too as they would whine and pout
When I would ask myself just WHY should I care for this person
The truth is that my shyness would vanish instead of worsen

“Tell me what have you done? What’s your passion? What’s the price
You pay day in and day out? Tell me why should *I* be nice?”
And that is when I learned how many have entitlement
How many think that they are owed without sweat being spent

So if your voice does tremble, if your heart begins to pound
If your hands are clammy and the room spins round and round
Ask the question and perhaps all those who make you shy
Aren’t people you’ll waste worry on, instead, just a “Good-bye”



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


The Shunning

16 Jun
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and hoping for change.
Every single time there’s been a shooting, the shooter’s name and face has been plastered all over the media. In their own twisted way, the killers have achieved fame and notoriety. They didn’t have to work for it and earn it over a long period of time like the true Warriors throughout history. They simply pulled a trigger and now everyone world wide knows about them, and they’ll be remembered for years to come. It doesn’t matter to them whether it’s being remembered in infamy; the important thing to them is that they’re remembered. They died (or are locked up in jail) with the exhilaration of knowing that they’re singled out from all of the other faceless, forgotten people…some of whom being their victims.
Perhaps the next time someone decides to shoot innocent, unsuspecting people, the media should withhold that shooter’s name and pictures. Perhaps the media shouldn’t interview their friends, ex-partners or parents in a mock-attempt at “understanding the horror.” Perhaps they should be *shunned* with darkness and silence for their cowardly act instead of having a spotlight put on them.
The definition of “shun” is to persistently avoid, ignore, or reject through antipathy or caution. Isn’t this exactly what a murderer of innocents deserves? And yet the media constantly displays the name and image of the shooter, immortalizing them. I call it grossly irresponsible and immoral, and it speaks volumes about the people who operate the media and their true motives.
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and hoping for change. Years ago I decided to try something different; I shunned the media when I saw that they had no intention of shunning cowardly murderers. I’m much happier for it, understand the atrocities that occur better, and rest assured knowing that my memory banks are reserved for heroes and Warriors, not cowards and psychopaths.
Shun on,