This poem was revised from an older poem I had and performed it the same day non-traditional couple weddings were legalized (aka Gay Marriage), on 6-26-15! This loveliness is in its honor! Enjoy!
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Equality is not a privilege,
But an inalienable right,
Granted to you on your first breath,
Never to be taken away by governing bodies.
Love is the most necessary state of being,
And the token to full life stability.
If that’s the case, why can't two people of any race, gender, creed, whatever, just live happily ever after, while of course being harmless?
Why must society scrutinize something outside the line's limits?
We enjoy placing labels upon our people.
These defining symbols are an insult towards individualism attached to us at the hip,
Such as “gay”, “lesbian”, “bisexual”, where “straightness”, which is the norm, doesn’t have a negative connotation.
Why not x out all these labels and just call us one thing: People
Everyone dreams of their perfect star in the sky.
Love isn't something we should have to plea and pry and protest for…
It's a basic entity that's a life requirement to thrive in this shallow world.
Life shouldn't be more complicated than politics…
As the meaning of love is a union between two people swallowed up in eternal cuteness and rainbows.
The cowards and bigots need to stop and think:
Would two people of the same gender who unconditionally love each other BOTHER YOU for anything other than religious reasons?
When two people are minding they own business living their lives just being HAPPY,
Why is that such a PROBLEM for you?
WHY do you CARE and physically TRY to stop happiness that's outside the norm?
Because we are all human, and need love!
Just let people live,
And let people love
Because love is love and will always be love
No one should be deprived of the rights from life’s most sacred entity…
If there is one message to scrape from under the sand
It’s that love is love,
People are people,
And pride is precious
Embrace and support it,
Because now, thanks to the court case of Obergefell vs. Hodges,
We can finally and legally wave our rainbow and equal sign flags high!
Friday, July 3, 2015
Play that Chelsea Music
This hockey season had its ups and downs,
Which thankfully ended with a crown and not a frown.
One of the big stories early was very main;
It was the broken clavicle of Patrick Kane.
He made his comeback for an important reason,
To participate in the postseason.
In the first round we escaped the Preds;
Glad we got out with minimal dreads.
In the second round, the Wild were tamed;
We swept them at their very own game.
The conference final with the Anaheim Ducks
Made us want to shell our trucks,
Because that series was quite close…
Glad they sucked!
Game 7 was a hell of a game.
Corey Perry lost due to playing with shame.
And in the finals with Tampa Bay,
They were young and came to play,
And lightening may cause some fears
As the city thought the season would end in tears.
Instead we have 3 cups in 6 years!
Now hey, Chicago!
What do we say?
We are gathered here today
To present the lovely Lord Stanley to our bay.
So fly that hawkey and Chicago flag with pride
As the windy city continues to unite with stride,
And don’t forget,
Keep calm and play that Chelsea music fly boy!
The music will never go away,
‘Cuz Lord Stanley will keep on coming home!
Which thankfully ended with a crown and not a frown.
One of the big stories early was very main;
It was the broken clavicle of Patrick Kane.
He made his comeback for an important reason,
To participate in the postseason.
In the first round we escaped the Preds;
Glad we got out with minimal dreads.
In the second round, the Wild were tamed;
We swept them at their very own game.
The conference final with the Anaheim Ducks
Made us want to shell our trucks,
Because that series was quite close…
Glad they sucked!
Game 7 was a hell of a game.
Corey Perry lost due to playing with shame.
And in the finals with Tampa Bay,
They were young and came to play,
And lightening may cause some fears
As the city thought the season would end in tears.
Instead we have 3 cups in 6 years!
Now hey, Chicago!
What do we say?
We are gathered here today
To present the lovely Lord Stanley to our bay.
So fly that hawkey and Chicago flag with pride
As the windy city continues to unite with stride,
And don’t forget,
Keep calm and play that Chelsea music fly boy!
The music will never go away,
‘Cuz Lord Stanley will keep on coming home!
The Warrior's Song
I have always been told how interesting and different I am, but this time it’s because I am a female warrior, foam fighter, and martial artist. I enjoy stepping on the battlefield and putting up a valiant fight; sometimes on the field, I am literally among several other guys, including ogres, and no other women. I may lack in physical size, but my speed, heart, and endurance make up for it. When you look into my eyes and see raging fire, and see my smile, the unicorns and rainbows, and giggles melt away, it’s time to say goodbye; anyone who crosses my path is toast. It’s game on!
It is now time for battle. My uniform is ready to go. My power levels soar through the roof and my agility will help me maneuver like a gracefully-ice skating ninja. Yes, they are well over 9000. I have my battle cry ready, my mental images of me defeating my opponent intact, and all of my built up stamina behind me; my energies and spirits are higher than a level 100 Pokémon who never gives up.
In karate, you hear the referee say “hajime!”, which is Japanese for “begin”.
In foam fighting, you hear the referee say “weapons up… lay on!”
Once I hear that, I take a deep breath and it’s off to fighting land, as I carry myself with my heart, pride, skill, stamina, and resilience. I obviously don’t win every battle I have, but in the end, it’s about giving it your all, having fun and bettering yourself with each fight. Especially with my medieval foam sword fighting, the object of the game is to have fun. As the Horde monster characters say, “if we have fun, Horde win!”
My battle cries and karate kiei's come from within my heart. I've been doing Shotkan karate for about 8 years and currently wear a belt 1 shade away from black; I am one test away from achieving the ultimate goal, and will hopefully get there around X-Mas time. Fortunately, this bowl of cool sauce translates into foam fighting and back very well!
Being a warrior doesn’t just mean being good at fighting. The foam fighting craziness is more than just whacking each other with foam swords. It’s about finding yourself, finding your style, and finding your family. Being the only girl (or pretty close) doesn’t matter because everyone treats you as a person. It’s like saying a man and a woman are people in the same way red and blue are colors. No one will go easy on you, but out of respect for women being physically smaller than men, they won’t totally wail on you. I am a warrior not just to stand up for myself or claim how strong I am, but I am a womanly warrior to represent other females afraid to enter male-dominated activities and battles.
In the midst of battle, I will sing my warrior’s song; after battle, I will sing kumbaya next to a campfire with my friends and family and enjoy the loveliness . Who cares if being a warrior isn’t exactly the highest activity on the social scale. In battle and nerd-dom, we come from all walks of life, such as computer programmer, teacher, lawyer, businessperson, office worker, and much more. We are all people looking to unite in commonality and camaraderie. If you are interested in seeing more of this foam fighting coolness I speak of, our next meeting is at 3pm until sundown on Foster Avenue Beach on Sunday. Search for “Belegarth Medieval Combat Society” and “Morva” on Facebook. I can’t wait to see your lovely faces get down to fight and have some fun! Cheers to fighting, fun, and being a female warrior!
It is now time for battle. My uniform is ready to go. My power levels soar through the roof and my agility will help me maneuver like a gracefully-ice skating ninja. Yes, they are well over 9000. I have my battle cry ready, my mental images of me defeating my opponent intact, and all of my built up stamina behind me; my energies and spirits are higher than a level 100 Pokémon who never gives up.
In karate, you hear the referee say “hajime!”, which is Japanese for “begin”.
In foam fighting, you hear the referee say “weapons up… lay on!”
Once I hear that, I take a deep breath and it’s off to fighting land, as I carry myself with my heart, pride, skill, stamina, and resilience. I obviously don’t win every battle I have, but in the end, it’s about giving it your all, having fun and bettering yourself with each fight. Especially with my medieval foam sword fighting, the object of the game is to have fun. As the Horde monster characters say, “if we have fun, Horde win!”
My battle cries and karate kiei's come from within my heart. I've been doing Shotkan karate for about 8 years and currently wear a belt 1 shade away from black; I am one test away from achieving the ultimate goal, and will hopefully get there around X-Mas time. Fortunately, this bowl of cool sauce translates into foam fighting and back very well!
Being a warrior doesn’t just mean being good at fighting. The foam fighting craziness is more than just whacking each other with foam swords. It’s about finding yourself, finding your style, and finding your family. Being the only girl (or pretty close) doesn’t matter because everyone treats you as a person. It’s like saying a man and a woman are people in the same way red and blue are colors. No one will go easy on you, but out of respect for women being physically smaller than men, they won’t totally wail on you. I am a warrior not just to stand up for myself or claim how strong I am, but I am a womanly warrior to represent other females afraid to enter male-dominated activities and battles.
In the midst of battle, I will sing my warrior’s song; after battle, I will sing kumbaya next to a campfire with my friends and family and enjoy the loveliness . Who cares if being a warrior isn’t exactly the highest activity on the social scale. In battle and nerd-dom, we come from all walks of life, such as computer programmer, teacher, lawyer, businessperson, office worker, and much more. We are all people looking to unite in commonality and camaraderie. If you are interested in seeing more of this foam fighting coolness I speak of, our next meeting is at 3pm until sundown on Foster Avenue Beach on Sunday. Search for “Belegarth Medieval Combat Society” and “Morva” on Facebook. I can’t wait to see your lovely faces get down to fight and have some fun! Cheers to fighting, fun, and being a female warrior!
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