What’s Fair

29 Jul

What’s Fair

I see so many boast and brag how they will conquer all
They warn “I’ll end you, buttercup!” in their forced macho drawl
They try to make their enemies feel fear as they inflict
Threats and anger, sometimes pain with each intense conflict

And all of it seems quite unfair, to claim to have no fear
Yet say and do things with intent to draw a frightened tear
To act as if a foe’s opinion does not hold much weight
Yet act as if their own views matter while they spew their hate

It doesn’t seem so fair to me to engage in combat
And hope the other party lacks all of the virtues that
Make you tough and strong and fierce, seems quite selfish to me
A level playing field in any conflict should be key

The moment fear appears upon the face of your rival
If you feel none, it’s your duty to reassure survival
If they appear to lack the bass within your booming voice
Then lowering your harsh volume is the only fair choice

If they lack the experience to weather all your stings
Then empathy should pull back all the force on your hard swings
But that is not the way of most, “All’s fair in love and war”
All pensive thought, discernment, judgement is thrown out the door

Just KILL! DESTROY! OBLITERATE all that stands in your way!
“Kill ‘em all and God can sort ‘em out!” the proud apes say
And that is why I say to you it’s time you upped your training
‘Cause I am 1 in 100 and my tribe’s quickly waning

It’s very rare you’ll come across a Warrior of peace
Who’ll see your plight and show mercy and their barrage will cease
Most have no sense of fairness and want to conquer you
So beat them to the punch and conquer yourself with review

Identify your fears and pains, confront them and embrace
As you gain power over them your voice will grow in bass
Accuse yourself of all the worst, accept and overcome
Then what they say has no effect, a Warrior you’ve become

Aware and in control and not at mercy of all those
Who have no sense of fairness when they do battle with foes
Life’s not fair so I suggest you brace yourself and train
Otherwise the unfair will just leave you crushed and slain

                                    @miropoetry

Used To Be

26 Jul

Used To Be

Anything that you wish to
Improve about yourself
Whether it’s your attitude
Your bank account or health

Can be changed if you only start
To look at it this way:
“I used to be like that but now
Today is a new day”

If you’d only adapt this
Real simple way of thinking
To put your habits in the past
And from yourself unlinking

And say “I used to be angry”
Or “I used to be broke”
“I used to have a weight problem”
“I used to drink or smoke”

If you would just untie yourself
From how you have defined
If you would make it in past tense
And leave it all behind

Then one day soon you will look back
To recognize and see
That things you wished to change are now
The things you used to be

                      ~Miro

Strange Animals

19 Jul

Strange Animals

Strange Animals

I’ve come from a place far away
And travelled many a long day
To study all the animals of Earth

Through time and space I’ve come to say
These creatures seem to be cliche
Exterior is where they place most worth

Don’t get me wrong, the fuzzy ones
They slaughter and place into buns
Are gentle creatures who live simple lives

The ones to watch are those with guns
And knives and tasers which give stuns
It’s on death and destruction this beast thrives

The bipeds who all walk upright
Who lie and cheat and take delight
In holding power over those around

These animals are a strange sight
Many do act so polite
But empathy in countless can’t be found

The women paint themselves to fool
The males and try to make them drool
While men somehow attract with brutishness

They act aloof, detached and cool
Sometimes they’re even hurtful, cruel
Yet somehow with sports cars and pecs impress

I’ve never met a race so blind
Yet all of their thoughts are confined
To what their pupils see, not what they feel

They have five senses, you will find
But four of them have been declined
And only what they SEE to them is real

Fancy clothes and high heel shoes
Washboard abs seem to amuse
Being six feet tall for men is key

Bonding happens over booze
Shallow small talk, banter, schmooze
Love seems to occur when two agree

Many of them seem to praise
A guy called “Christ” whose final days
Were spent in pain without causing a scene

Yet when they encounter malaise
They lack the grace that “Christ” portrays
And say it’s ‘cause he lacked the human gene

I think I must get out of here
These beasts are not as they appear
I’ve never seen such deception before

Bravado spewed from those in fear
Compliments that aren’t sincere
Don’t get me started on their “peace through war”

I think I’ve seen enough by now
They just slaughtered another cow
And pretend that the meat was not alive

Start the engines, lift the bow
And please never, never allow
Another of us to visit this hive

Stamp the Earth as “Quarantine”
And from my first hand findings glean
That is the most strangest world of all

Let’s check back in, say…fifteen
Millennia and in between
Perhaps they’ll learn to love instead of maul

                            @miropoetry

No Apologies

18 Jul

An oldie but a goodie. :)

“It is a good rule in life never to apologize.  The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.”  ~P.G. Wodehouse, The Man Upstairs

No Apologies

Sorry is a word that we
Should try our best to lose
It’s a concept Warriors
Should rarely ever use

We say it with no thought of how
The word’s truly defined
So let me take a moment to
Look it up and remind:

Regrettable, deplorable
Sorrowful, grieved or sad
Wretched, poor and pitiful
Without use to be had

Warriors are never sorry
For a single thing
They understand the consequences
Of the words they fling

They put thought into what they say
And also what they do
And when some feelings get hurt they
Still hold fast and stay true

To what they do believe in
Even if feathers are ruffled
They don’t make up excuses and
Let their voices be muffled

The goal is to be confident
In all you do and say
All “I’m sorry” serves to do
Is shows that you will stray

“I’m sorry” is a “too late” phrase
It doesn’t change the past
Resolve to make the next time that
You say it be your last

Resolve to not do anything
That you will soon regret
Do nothing deplorable
That will leave you in debt

Save yourself from the sorrow
From being sad and grieved
If you said or did something
It’s because you believed

Be not wretched, pitiful
You’re much better than that
Differing opinions don’t
Have to end in combat

Agree to disagree and let
Each side have their own views
Never let another’s ego
Make you sing the blues

By saying that you’re sorry and
Indulging “sensitives”
Tip-toeing on eggshells is
Not how a Warrior lives

Replace “sorry” with “deal with it”
Or a similar phrase
Like “get over yourself” and watch
All of the eyebrows raise

Because it’s in that moment where
The ego shows its face
Showing no regret is how
We put it in its place

                              @miropoetry

What The Hell Are You Doing?

17 Jul

What The Hell Are You Doing?

Forgive my bluntness, my old friend
One question on me does descend:
Just what in the blue hell are you doing?

With my query I don’t intend
To rile, jostle or offend
Or cause your fickle ego to be stewing

But it’s a question on which I
Do dwell upon, I cannot lie
So please enlighten me with your own side

Please explain and don’t be shy
The reason that you do not try
To be aware of strength you have inside?

Illustrate to my thick mind
How you can be so very blind
To your innate ability to cope

Why when you are in a bind
Does your grace begin to unwind
And you begin to stress, complain and mope?

What the blazes can explain
Your aversion to fear and pain?
What the dickens makes you shrink so small?

What’s the blockage in your brain
That stops your desire to train
And hone the power to break your own fall?

What the hell and what the shit?
Why the heck can’t you admit
The choice is yours, not theirs, on how you feel?

This one question please permit
Even if you have to admit
A truth that you would much rather conceal

Please shoot straight and don’t lay blame
Be honest, genuine, proclaim
The goal that you are hoping to achieve

Don’t be embarrassed or have shame
Be bold, courageously exclaim
Just what in the blue hell is up your sleeve

‘Cause all I see is misery
And no accountability
Wishing someone else would fix your mess

There must be something I can’t see
So please indulge my single plea:
What the hell’s the point of your distress?

Why’s your Warrior asleep?
Why do you act like a sheep?
Why don’t you reject what you’ve been taught?

Why are you afraid of “deep?”
Why is every hill so steep?
Why did you quit when you could have fought?

Why do you take two steps back
Whenever someone does attack?
Why is “forward” such a scary way?

Where’s your fire? Where’s your knack?
Why’s your will so out of whack?
And why won’t you change everything TODAY?

                                         @miropoetry

Body Language

16 Jul

Body Language

The politician takes the stand, adjusts the microphone
He’s asked a question, clears his throat, no discomfort is shown
He starts to spout his rhetoric prepared the day before
By writers who know how to “spin” the ugliness of war

His voice is strong and steady and he fools most of the sheep
But some are not convinced because their detection is deep
They see his eyes that look away, a tiny shoulder strug
Fractions of a moment that betray his fearless mug

Most are trained from birth to take a person at their word
A Warrior knows that the truth is usually unheard
It’s told in how the speaker cannot face your scrutiny
When someone tries to hide the truth, their eyes are first to flee

They clasp their hands or cross their arms to brace for your review
A Warrior outstretches arms and revels in what’s true
The liar tries to retreat and if backed into a wall
Then they will become hostile and ready for a brawl

The liar thinks that threats and anger will sustain the mask
The Warrior knows truth is peace and in so they do bask
Listen to the cadence, hear the fumbling for words?
The ums and ahs and you knows while their eyes go search for birds

People lie and they succeed because their words are trusted
The real truth is revealed if your truth detector’s adjusted
Do not pay so much attention to the words you hear
Instead lean forward, gaze intently and the truth’s quite clear

                                                     @miropoetry

Patience

15 Jul

Patience

Patience isn’t something that
You can flip off and on
It can’t be gained with intellect
And can’t be forced with brawn

You can’t use complex formulas
In order to be calm
Logic doesn’t help that much
When folks aren’t in your palm

And muscle won’t change someone’s mind
When they refuse to hear
Instead of building up patience
You’re just instilling fear

So then the question begs to ask
“Just how does one keep cool?
How can I be more patient
Instead of act the fool?”

The answer comes in knowing that
Nothing is instantly
The cost is not with brains or brawn
But time that is the fee

I know that you will likely say,
“I haven’t got the time!”
Because you’re busy focused on
Your own successful climb

But that’s exactly where you’re wrong
So maybe it will aid
To think about it in this way
Of what your time is made

Time’s too big a concept for
People to comprehend
So break it down in smaller parts
To moments that append

You may not have the time to deal
With some kind of distress
But you can spare a moment to
Clean up a person’s mess

No one has the time to put up
With a person’s slip
But give a moment and you’ll see
Your patience start to grip

It may be hard to wait for someone
To get back to you
But give one moment and one more
The more that you accrue

Is directly related
To patience you amass
Benching moments just like weights
And building up your class

So next time someone does you wrong
Or tries to pass the buck
Don’t let yourself get all upset
And start to run amok

Take a moment from your stock
Of time you have to use
‘Cause that’s the price that patience costs
So have you paid your dues?

                                     @miropoetry

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