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Warrior King

28 Aug

“Only one among us keeps his Spartan reserve. Only he. Only our King.” ~Dilios, “300”

Warrior King

The words of Heraclitus state how rare Warriors are
Only one in one-hundred bravely accept the scar
But there’s a breed of Warrior that’s even rarer still
One of them does proudly stand atop Warrior Hill

The Warrior King’s emotionless with nerves of ice and steel
To stare into his cold eyes will a different truth reveal:
He doesn’t have an intense fire like other Warriors
Instead when staring in his eyes a sudden chill occurs

He’s come full circle through the fire and now he gleams with ice
A master fully in control, his emotions precise
Completely in control of self which causes many fear
While Warriors do look upon and respect and revere

A King who’s wiped out all ego and no longer allows
The petty fears and selfishness that normal men do house
Unmovable, unshakable, a frightening, intense force
To all of those who feel uncertainty, doubt and remorse

A King so far beyond the discipline of common men
That only Warriors can understand and comprehend
Only Warriors can see that the Warrior King
Is not one to be feared but a source from which strength does spring

Generals and presidents and black belts and masters
Men and women who stay focused amid disasters
Kings (and Queens) who’ve trained so hard and long that now they’ve turned
Into a hard substance that cannot be cracked or burned

No, not everyone is meant to make this transformation
Only one in ten thousand never need a vacation
Only one in ten thousand do not need affirmation
And have courage to protect and lead an entire nation

Any one of us can be a Warrior but only
One in ten thousand will stand alone and not feel lonely
Only Kings of Warriors stand silent even when
Warriors themselves do take a respite from their Zen

To indulge their humanity and celebrate and shout
Not one word from the King’s mouth will excitedly spout
Every gestured measured and every response is weighed
Not one selfish thought indulged on their selfless crusade

A source of strength and light and hope for those not masters yet
A source of shame for those who don’t like to work up a sweat
A source of fear for those who haven’t learned what life’s about
A flashing beacon for those who walk the Warrior route



31 Jan

“Public opinion is a weak tyrant, compared with our private opinion – what a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates his fate” ~Henry David Thoreau


In feudal Japan there was a
Specific samurai
Called “Ronin” who had lost a master
And was urged to die

Their loyalty meant much to them
And so it was believed
When the master they served was
Gone, they would not be grieved

The samurai would take his sword
And commit “seppuku”
Suicide so that to their
Master they could stay true

“Ronin” was the name given
To those who wouldn’t end
Their own lives and received great shame
From those that did depend

Still on living masters, Ronin
Were held with disdain
Labeled outcasts by the others
To wander the plain

It wasn’t until recently
That I gave this more thought
I’ve come to see the Ronin as
More than what we’ve been taught

The more I’ve pondered, I have seen
The opposite is true
Ronin were not cowardly
‘Cause they did not die too

Maybe it took courage to
Live on and serve their King
Although he was no longer there
His teachings could still bring

Strength and hope to everyone
And plunging sword in gut
Would make the door on all the things
They could still give slam shut

I’ve come to respect Ronin for
Not listening to those
Who’d rather take the easy way
Than dealing with their woes

They showed the courage to live on
And turn their backs on men
Who blindly followed without thought
Ignoring their own zen

I do not think the Ronin feared
From death, they were quite brave
To other people’s opinions
And thoughts they weren’t a slave

Although their King was gone, to them
He was still very present
They knew it was their duty to
Serve even as a peasant

They understood that status wasn’t
What it’s all about
Samurai or Ronin, neither
Label had more clout

And with the loss of their master
Was placed upon the Ronin even
Though they were now free

Free to go and see and do
Whatever they so pleased
Many of them did not have
A life that became eased

They still adhered to the code that
They always had lived by
The world is robbed of that when  you
Plunge sword in gut and die

As a servant of a King
Who I have never met
“Ronin” is a concept that
I will not soon forget

I know the Creator exists
But in this mortal form
Where seeing with my eyes and hearing
With ears is the norm

He isn’t something that I can
Connect with like the rest
Seven billion other people
Also can attest

And so I wander Ronin-style
Across the plains of Earth
Carrying the spirit of
My master through my mirth

And peace and grace and fortitude
Until my grave is dug
And as a Ronin, it won’t be
My hand that pulls the plug


Pop Culture Poetry: Restored (Tron: Legacy)

25 Aug


He glides ahead on his light jet
And takes aim of the foes
Whoever’s on that gatling gun
Has kept him on his toes

He barrel rolls across the top
Of his enemy’s ship
The image of the pilot cracks
Across him like a whip

Time slows down as he comes face
To face with the creator
The user sees right through his mask
His expression cries “Traitor”

Although the moment passes by
Within a flash of light
To the former guardian
It feels like a fortnight

Sorrow and remorse wash over
The user’s old face
He’s aged so much since last they spoke
And not with any grace

He finishes his barrel roll
And the corruption fights
Harder than it ever has
But his old code invites

The former guardian to follow
What he’s meant to do
It started with a trickle at
The Disc Wars and then grew

As he thought more of the users
He swore to protect
Seeing his old friend now did
Help to fully reject

The corruption in his veins
Because he knew the truth
About his master, because even
Though his face had youth

It never once did show the pain
Or passion or the love
That the user showed just now
As he passed by above

His master locked his targets on
Their ship and took his aim
Too bad his old right hand man
Was no longer the same

“I fight…” the guardian growled
No more would he forget
“For the user!” as crashed
Into his master’s jet

As he plummeted towards
The sea of simulation
He felt an overwhelming sense
Of joy and liberation

He had to make sure his old friend
Was kept safe from the guards
He pulled his spare baton out but
It wasn’t in the cards

His master wouldn’t go so easy
He snatched away the spare
And formed another light jet in a
Brilliant flash and flare

It was the last thing that he saw
Before he was swallowed
By the sea of simulation
Just darkness followed

The liquid penetrated him
And his power did sever
Everything shut down as he
Slowly sunk forever

He saw a tiny blue light grow
And felt his power course
Restoring him to what he was:
The system’s guarding force