TCQC
By Cody Smith
( my name is Cody Smith, I’m 41 years old and for the last 22 years of my life, I’ve been, a bouncer, a security officer, a martial artist, a football player, a personal trainer - and a professional wrestler, - for the last 10 years, I’ve spent roughly 60 hours in a tattoo artists chair, I’ve become a football coach, a martial arts instructor… for the last 5 years, I’ve been a stepfather of 3, for the last 2 years - a father of 2 & the last 1 year a fiancé of 1 & a workaholic to all, averaging 140 hours a week - so needless to say for more than half of my years on this planet … I’ve been paid to kick peoples butts physically - tonight, - I hope to impact some of ‘your’ lives, mentally - this poem, - is called TCQC - )
... It stands for ...
Thoughts, comments, questions, concern, it's the lessons we learn, from the bridges, we burn, it's this, unbridled yearning, this, unquenchable thirst, for learning, and how it's, all so disconcerting, that it's, never enough... And it’s when the patches get rough, and the times they get tough, it's how you climb to your feet and work through all that stuff, as I climb, to the top, of the smoke bluffs, & see, this beautiful town, known as Squamish BC, cause you see, to me, I feel free, as I get to watch my home grow, from a town, to city, admittedly it's a pity, cause if it ain't broke, then don't fix, but then ya go & throw the Olym-pics, into the mix, as we go from a town built from sticks, to now a magician or clown, with no tricks... like a rabbit but without the hat, a baseball without a bat, something leavin' you scratchin' your head, baffled, wonderin’ yo "what's up with that?" Because weather you're black, or white, weather you're yellow, red or brown, the multicultural, melting pot, that is made from this town, it can invoke a sound, that can only be felt or found, in the heart, as we realize, that, every finish line, it, began, with a start, heck, every piece of poo, begins with a fart, and every genius started out, as well, not very smart... Cause you see, this life, is art, and the beauty, is in the passion, so forget, wearing the hottest fashion, or that video game you're smashin', or that jerk online you're trashin', just keep your ego in check & show some compassion, because its shown, through our actions, the ones we do everyday, it's the words that we say, that keep us together, and not fray, it's the choices we make, not the bills that we pay, but hey, I guess as they say, it's each to their own, but if you're a dog, who wants a bone, then put down your phone, leave it alone, and realize, we as humans, we remember what we're shown, so change your tone, but really make it last, 'cause the opportunities to change this world, are endless, vast, but only if you live in “this” moment, not the future or past, the here, the now, - the present, it’s a gift, but not the kind you ask from Santa, at the top of your list, but doing more for this world, than to' merely exist... And I don't mean to diss, but we're kinda doing it wrong, searching for the answers, that make us the opposite of strong, like the bottom of a bottle, or the tale of mean joke. Or how easy it is to provoke, a bloke, by calling him a joke, for doing something as simple, as bumming a smoke, ... so can we just, lend a hand, as we come to understand, that changing ‘our’ future, leaves ‘us’ in command, so wether you're a man, a woman, a girl, or a boy, we need not be coy, but find joy, in the things that annoy, us, or cause a fuss, or a fight, and understand it's a 'game' or dance of life, and we only have tonight. That's right. The here & the now, pure as milk from the cow, it's standing up for the things, that I would never allow, like how, I took a vow, to give a voice, to the weak, a choice, to be meek, or assert truth, through the words, that I speak. So if you do something, or nothing, that week, will go by, and the God honest truth, is some will live, but most'll die, and this reality of life, is something money, can't buy, but all we can do as individuals, is try, but in the end, it's that friend, who will bend, but not break, who will, stick with you, through the choices you make, good or bad, the emotions you fake, happy or sad, the people you've made proud, like your mom or your dad, who show you what you've had, and what you're not allowed to do, wrong or right, day or night, the peer pressures you'll go threw, and how you might, despite being cloudy, still see the sky as blue, as you search for a bit of honesty, in every thing that's true, or not, so if you give it all you got or ya drink, just do it in moder-ation, but think, don't do it for the sensa-tion or to raise a stink, like trying to change the station, the missing link, in this great nation, called earth, is you, and from the day of your birth, it's been true, to see life as a curse, or a blessin, to hear this as a verse or a lesson, that you learn, but it starts with your thoughts, comments, ques-tion & concern.