Unpaid and Unslayed

 

It's time to let go.

It's time to forgive.

It's time to move on,

And forget how we lived.

 

That's what they tell me.

 

But I can't.

 

See it's not so easy,

Because you didn't have to pay;

And when I most needed support,

You took it away.

 

I cannot forget,

I cannot forgive,

Because things can never return

To the way we once lived.

 

I get it,

To some degree at least,

But you decided to cower

Instead of fighting the beast.

 

But I did.

And I did it for you.

But all you did was hide,

Lest the eye fall on you.

 

So I'm still angry,

And I don't think that will ever go away,

Because you could have stood with me

And help keep them at bay.

 

But you didn't.

 

So I paid the price

For putting others first.

And now you look to me

To sate your new thirst?

 

Why should I care

That you now see the spiral?

Why should I care

Now that courage has gone viral?

 

I'm angry and pissed.

You left me alone to fend,

When all I ever wanted

Was to feel the support of a friend.

Way Back and Far Beyond

There used to be a time,

Way back and far beyond,

When people could disagree,

And still have a bond

 

Of friendship and respect

That honoured the meek,

And didn't seek to cancel

Those that chose to speak.

 

But gone are those days,

Buried deep in condescension,

Leaving only the vileness

That demands your suspension.

 

A world that seeks to control

And call to attention,

Any speech that would challenge

And highlight perceived contention.

 

It's no longer a case

Of debate and discussion,

But shouting and screaming

And sounds of derision. 

 

How did it happen?

How did we get so far off key?

Why did we let this happen

To them, you, and me?

 

When did we lose

The art of persuasion?

How do we fix it,

And balance the equation?

 

For one we can acknowledge 

There are always many faces,

And we do a disservice with

The concept of 'safe spaces'.

 

Because the truth can be hard to hear

And just as hard to see,

But to achieve equality of thought

We need that kind of equity.

 

So it doesn't matter

If it's about sex, guns, or gender, 

Or debates that discuss 

First, second, or third trimester.

 

We need to talk.

We need to openly discuss

And listen and listen and listen,

To opinions that differ from us.

 

Then maybe, just maybe,

When we've cured the division,

We can come together as one,

And always make the right decision.

Silent Voices & Stolen Choices

A silent voice,

A blind glance,

Always a reason,

For avoiding the dance.

 

We see the truth,

It’s right before us,

But we choose not to speak,

And just join the chorus.

 

Even when those

We count as kith and kin,

Are singled and beaten.

We refuse to see the sin.

 

See it takes courage to stand;

To be that strong, lonely voice,

Especially when your silence is bought,

By those who deny choice.

 

It’s not you after all,

Not your face in the hairs.

So why raise your hand,

And risk the despair?

 

Because it’s the right thing to do!

There should be no silent voices,

When normal men and women

Suffer for making informed choices.

 

For the leaders of Man,

Who serve at our displeasure,

Should never be allowed to deny

Freedom, Self and Treasure.

 

Nor should they profit,

From fear, control, and power,

But they will unless you act!

Cometh the man, cometh the hour!

 

It's time to conquer your fear,

To find your voice; it's not too late!

Freedom and truth command us to act,

And clarify their mandate.

That 0.1%

 

You're strong;

Stronger than you know.

You are prepared to stand tall,

In places others fear to go.

 

You command their attention,

Even when you are trying to hide,

Because people are forever drawn

To all that you are on the inside.

 

Hidden from their view,

Screened from their gaze,

The key only given to those

Who practice life in the same way.

 

But even the strongest of us,

The ones who provide love and protection,

Have creases and seams,

Where doubt can creep in.

 

And when that occurs,

So rare that it may be,

I will always be there to protect you,

By doing unto you as you do to me.

 

And I would live and die,

Hold on tight, and never relent, 

Because life will always have purpose

For that 0.1 percent.

The Door

 

I watched him hold the door.

You could tell, from a glance,

He’d done it a million times before.

He was up there in years,

His gait now somewhat unsteady;

But for her, his girl,

He would always and forever be, ready

The Courage to be Different

 We all know that leadership takes courage. The courage to act, the courage to recognize (and admit) when you are wrong, the courage to change course when you need to, the courage to present an opinion that runs counter to popular opinion, and the courage to put others first.

In previous posts I have talked about my parents and the incredible influence they have had on my development as a leader. Truer role models of hard work, perseverance, excellence, integrity, and compassion you will not find. As parents they sought to inspire me to be the best I can be, and I in turn have tried to instil the same in my children. What I did not expect, however, was the magnitude of the influence my children (two amazing sons) would have on further moulding and honing my leadership style. I think as parents we tend to assume that in relation to our children the learnings will always be one way. I have come to appreciate the arrogance of that assumption.

Take Zachary, my eldest. A young man with a clear understanding of what he believes in, what he holds dear, an incredible moral compass, and a heart as deep as the ocean. A young man who will not fear confronting the strongest if he knows their position to be unethical. A young man who will accept the consequences of taking a stand for the truth when all of those around him lack the courage to do so. A man of his word and with the highest integrity.

Logan, my youngest, has been blessed with similar convictions. A young man who will happily carry the hardship and inconvenience that typically accompanies a service-oriented life. A young man who does not complain about hard work, and just gets it done. A young man who has overcome the struggles life has dealt him and still maintained a joyous, untroubled, and optimistic outlook on life. A man who is fiercely loyal to those he holds dear. Truly amazing and true strength.

How could you fail to be influenced by the actions of two lives of consequence so close to your own? How could they not change the way you look at life? How could they not make you a better, stronger, more compassionate leader?

I will forever be in their debt. Not only have they been the greatest gifts of my life, but they are the gift that never stops giving, continually challenging me to be a better man, a better father, a better leader, and a better servant to my community.

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With Every Passing Day......

With every passing day it becomes harder for me to deny that I look just like my Dad…..and with every passing day I am thankful that this transition also included displaying the traits that made him a man of substance, goodness and deserving of my respect.

#goodmenraisegoodmen #dadsrock