Intensity vs Anger

4 May

Let’s talk about the difference between intensity and anger. On Saturday night I went out to a bar to watch the big fight, and witnessed two INTENSE WARRIORS go at it while dozens of ANGRY IDIOTS screamed for blood while watching them.

I’m a big fan of boxing, but not because I like watching men pummel each other. If you look a little closer, just as with everything in life, you’ll see the magic. It doesn’t happen with every fight, but if you get two boxers who train and do the work, you’ll see the science and art that the sport can possess. A “human game of chess” that epitomizes focus, patience, and explosive intensity. That’s what I saw while watching Floyd Mayweather vs Manny Pacquiao on Saturday. I heard a lot of people call it “boring,” but those same people were sucking down beers like they always do to numb themselves from actually experiencing their fucking lives at the most intense level possible. The speed and power both men showed all the way to the end astounded me. Their conditioning was off the charts. At one point, Floyd caught Manny in the back of the head and Manny ALMOST lost his cool, but you could see the WARRIOR within fight to take control. After only a second or two, he shook his head and you could see him LET IT GO and regain his composure. THAT inspires me. All fighters are trained to control their emotions, because once you lose control in a fight, you lose your focus. And without focus, the battle is already over.

The same couldn’t be said for the FUCKING MORONS around me. Screaming for blood. Screaming for pain. Screaming for bodily harm upon Mayweather. None of them realizing just how easily they had been manipulated by the SHOWMAN Floyd Mayweather. He’s an entertainer, my dears, no different than a villain in a movie or in pro-wrestling. And I can’t fucking believe how many people buy into it. And I can’t believe how violent and angry people can get while watching two men who fought with intensity but no anger, and how pissed off these people got when the fighters hugged to show their appreciation for each other’s effort after the fight. For you religious folk who believe in creation over evolution, I’d suggest going to a boxing or UFC fight at a bar and watch the crowd instead of the screen. The way the vast majority reacts makes a good case that our species isn’t far removed from angry, knuckle-dragging apes. And if we didn’t evolve from apes, we sure as hell are DEVOLVING into them. The only people who seemed to truly appreciate the science of the fight were fighters themselves, one of which I was sitting with. His assessment of the crowd was the same. Lazy, ego controlled, angry idiots who want to make it all about themselves instead of the two men who worked their asses off their whole lives to fight on the grand stage.

Anger and intensity. Not the same thing. It’s ironic how emotional most sports fans are while watching men who more often than not are in complete control of their OWN emotions and tap into their INTENSITY in order to achieve their destiny of greatness. You want to take the first step towards INTENSITY instead of ANGER? It’s pretty easy. Just shut the fuck up. It’s as simple as that. I often talk about kicking your own ass, and this is one of the best ways to put the boots to your own ego. Even if everyone else is screaming, whistling and howling like wild animals, SHUT THE FUCK UP and BE DIFFERENT. Intensity doesn’t mean quietly looking at the ground with your hands in your lap, slouched like a pathetic piece of shit. Intensity is eye contact. Looking right into another person’s soul and not saying a word. FEELING the moment instead of TALKING about it. Just watch what happens when you do that to a screaming buffoon. People with intensity who are in control of their emotions are also in control of the emotions of knuckle-dragging apes as well, and those apes don’t like people who control themselves. You’ll get more of the same that Floyd and Manny got; anger and threats of bloody murder, but they won’t actually DO a damn thing about it other than take another swig of beer.

So what’s it going to be? Are you sick of being controlled by other people and situations yet? Or are you ready to finally start owning your life, your emotions, and your INTENSITY?

Own it,
~Miro

Sharpness

17 Apr

Sword Body Mind

Plans Change

17 Apr

Things don’t always go as planned but how you deal with it
Reveal a Warrior or whelp, a soldier or a shit
The former is resilient, lets go and adapts to “now”
The latter can’t let go of “what should be” and has a cow

Pain’s Beginning

16 Apr

Desire, Buddha once did warn, is where your pain begins
Desire, brothers and sisters, not lies, mistakes or sins
Desire, simply wanting it is why you feel such weight
Desire is the fountain of your stress and fear and hate
If you could remove your desire and let things fall in place
Accept “what is” is different from “what’s wanted,” you’ll find grace

Returned to Sender

16 Apr

return

A letter is returned if the receiver won’t accept
So why is it when trouble comes, you choose to get upset?
The trouble, like the letter, may have your name upon it
But it is YOU who accepts what’s inside and throws a fit
Why accept the upsetness? How silly to not choose
To just “Return to Sender” instead of crying your blues

Stupid Teachers

14 Apr

dunce

Stupid Teachers

“But I’ve been taught to this and that!” a fool will often say
A Warrior is wise enough to know a teacher’s way
Sometimes is misguided and is influenced by fear
Or selfishness or ego or no empathy, my dear
“But I’ve been taught I should feel bad if someone does reject!”
Then they’ve been taught a stupid way to let others affect
“But I’ve been taught to not take crap!” the fools shout with closed fists
Then they’ve been taught a stupid, lazy, scared way that consists
Of being disconnected from the source the attack
To not endeavour empathy, to simply punch and smack
“But I’ve been taught to pray for help!” the fools try to explain
Then they’ve been taught the stupid way to beg instead of train
“But I’ve been taught to take offense when my views are assaulted!”
Then they’ve been taught a stupid way of views which can’t be faulted
For every single method is not exempt from review
It’s only stupid teachers who teach, “Just one way is true!”
Use your brain, think for yourself and question stupid teaching
Or else you will be just like them with parrot-mimic preaching

~Miro

“Is That A Threat?”

27 Mar

Is That A Threat

“Is That A Threat?”

Craven Clyde was a small man, not stature but in mind
He always feared that everyone sought to kick his behind
A lazy and a selfish man, small Clyde would take the route
Of least resistance and most fun or Craven Clyde would pout

“One day you will pay for that,” others would often tell
“IS THAT A THREAT?” the craven one would panic, dread and dwell
They’d tell him, “It will catch up, all your sloth and laziness”
“IS THAT A THREAT?” scared Clyde would blurt and worry and distress

They’d say, “If you always do least, you’ll end up mad and weak”
“IS THAT A THREAT?” the coward could be heard to moan and shriek
And so as years went by, the Craven Clyde heard no predictions
Each and every single hunch felt more like crucifixions

One day, a hard man arrived and passed by Craven Clyde
He took a whiff of the coward, he coughed and then did chide
“The stench of fear and laziness chokes my Warrior throat!
I’ve seen more passion in a two-legged castrated goat!”

“IS THAT A THREAT?” Clyde snorted back, and then was on his ass
The Warrior drew out his blade which gleamed with steel and brass
“Listen here, pathetic wretch, it’s YOU who are the threat!
Your apathy spreads like disease, your aversion to sweat!”

The hardened soldier leaned in close and met Clyde eye to eye
He growled, “It’s your fear which will one day cause you to die”
Craven Clyde bawled out his eyes and cried, “Is that a threat?
Please spare my wretched life and I’ll always be in your debt!”

The Warrior sheathed his long blade and said, “You have no coin
Or conviction to pay such debts, you’re lacking in the groin”
The Warrior then walked away, no wise words did he speak
He simply spat upon the ground which caused small Clyde to squeak

“Was that a threat?” he thought to self as the hard man trudged on
Even as he shrunk on the horizon and was gone
Craven Clyde sat in his piss and poop and still did fuss
“Was that a threat?” he’d try with all the the passers to discuss

No one did respond to Clyde and so he did construe
Their cold-shoulder to be a threat, “THE THREAT IS ALL OF YOU!”
He sprang up to his feet and ran towards the nearest cliff
He jumped and as the jagged rocks approached, Clyde then went stiff

“IS THAT A THREAT!?” he screamed towards the stones and then was dead
The cold and jagged rocks whispered as Clyde’s still body bled
“No, it’s not a threat, you craven fool, just common sense
But truth has ways of being lost on those who are too tense”

                               ~Miro

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