Lost Cause

30 Oct

Lost Cause

They say to never give up on those who mean much to you
But it is often black or white thinking that “they” will spew
They say it without pondering, without a real deep thought
Without discernment or judgment, they tell you that you ought
To cling and never let go, never lose hope, always try
That everyone can be redeemed, to never say goodbye
Recognize this as attachment and is ego’s doing
The truth is that there are many friendships not worth pursuing
If you are filled with drive and hope, with passion and you push
Yourself to reach your own potential, not sit on your tush
If you are 1-in-100, then you must now accept
Many of the people that you know aren’t as adept
They’ll say that you think that you’re “better,” and that just reveals
Just how poorly they misunderstand all your ideals
They’ll say “superiority complex” but won’t admit
The sacrifices you have made in order to get fit
The sacrifices of ego you’ve made to open mind
And spirit, sacrifices that most people tend to find
Too uncomfortable, painful, awkward, far too much work
“You think you’re better!” they accuse while calling you a jerk
Don’t waste your breath on these people, for they are a lost cause
Their ego blinds them from your feats and just envisions flaws
It may not sound like an empowering message from me
But there is no hope for the ones who have no empathy
If they can’t walk a mile in your sacrificing shoes
If they cannot recognize the price of all your views
If your payment for all your strength and wisdom doesn’t jive
If they are not inspired by how you conquer and thrive
It’s time to tell the masses, “No, that doesn’t work for me”
Sever strings and cut them loose, of their ego be free
You’re not a savior and cannot place burden on yourself
To single-handedly improve another person’s health
Emotions or mental well-being, that’s a battle they
Must wage themselves just like you have, so here’s a new cliché:
Give up on the scared, the weak, the hopeless, the pathetic
Do so with strength, grace and poise, don’t be apologetic
And do not carry any guilt because if there’s a spark
Inside of them, your adamance might push them to embark
On the same solitary march of self-discovery
Give up on those lost causes…and then just wait and see

                                        ~Miro

Hell

24 Oct

Hell

Hell is not as far away as many do believe
It is not a far away realm where people burn and seethe
It’s not another dimension that’s opened after death
Hell does not appear for bad people at their last breath
Hell is here and now for those who do not have control
Hell exists around the people who refuse to roll
With all the punches that life throws, Hell is the here and now
Hell is fists clenched in anger, Hell is a furrowed brow
Hell is hateful words spit out that later do torment
Hell is the current home for those who feel need to vent
A self created Hell thanks to a lack of discipline
That has nothing to do with Satan, God, Jesus or sin
Hell is the excuse “I’m only human!” Being weak
Thinking that your mortal shell is pathetic and meek
That is why the Warrior lives in a different realm
The Warrior is in control and mighty at the helm
The Warrior says, “No,” “Relent,” “That doesn’t work for me”
While so many are caged in Hell, the Warrior is free
Because they know the danger lies much closer than most think
They realize they could step into Hell within a blink
But they refuse to lose control, to let another shake
Their iron will and fortitude, their resolve will not break
And none of it is automatic, all of it’s a choice
Warriors decide they won’t dwell in Hell with their voice
They speak up, disagree and won’t fall in with all the sheep
They stand apart, alone, courageous, wise, intense and deep
And walk among a thousand Hells created by the others
Hell of parents, Hell of friends, Hell of sisters and brothers
Hell of strangers on the street, Hell everywhere they go
And none of any of these Hell’s residents seem to know
That they opened the gates of Hell with their very own key:
Ego, selfishness, anger, fear, doubt and apathy

                                               ~Miro

Spread The Fear

23 Oct

Spread the Fear

The radio turns on to wake you for the next work day
The first thing that you hear is how the world is in dismay
People being run over by cars that fled the scene
Another child missing and another murdered teen
A cop shot down by bad guys while making an arrest
Right between the eyes and then a couple in the chest
Earthquakes tearing buildings down and storms that loom ahead
The more you tune in to the grief the more the fear is spread
It slowly crawls off of the page, TV, or radio
And creeps into your mind where it will never cease to grow
Countries warring with each other, “What if it spreads here?”
Economy is crashing, “I’ll lose all things I hold dear!”
And more you fear, the more you’ll tune back into the fear vendors
Hoping that someone will rise to become our defenders
Surprise, surprise, there’s just more fear, there’s just more ache and dread
Just more reasons to stay home and not get out of bed
At some point you have to admit that what they’re dolling out
Is no different than a drug that you snort up your snout
Tuning in to hear the constant destruction and death
Makes you just like a junkie who’s addicted to meth
You’ve snorted, shot up and smoked it so long that now you’re hooked
“A car crash on the 401? Ah, now I’m feeling cooked”
“I’ve gotta see the news tonight! Some kid got knifed at school!”
And when that story’s done, you’ll wait for the next piece that’s cruel
I turned my news off long ago when it was clear to me
That every venue in the news reported “balance free”
They focused more on fear and dread and less on things with hope
Their business is in dealing their despair inducing dope
I know this for a fact because I put them to the test
Recently when I embarked an altruistic quest
I set out to raise funds and hope for cancer patients who
Are battling a bigger fear than news could ever brew
Some local papers said to me “We’ll think about it some”
Guess they needed time to try to spin it as more glum
And others, no response at all. Not interested in hope
More concerned with spreading fear than helping patients cope
Same goes for the TV stations, all except for one
Not enamoured with the tale since there’s no smoking gun
Point proven both to myself and hopefully to you
About the kind of message that the newsman likes to spew
You won’t find hope or strength or faith when you go turn that dial
All they want to dispense is all of their fearful bile
Stop the spread and tune out from the news that does no good
The stories that discourage you from seeing things that could
Set your mind at ease and rouse your passion and your nerve
To realize the greatest purpose in life is to serve
The fear wants you to stay inside and keep serving their needs
Listening to their commercials bringing them proceeds
The fear will keep you in your house, curled up in a scared ball
Only when you turn it off can you start walking tall

                                                 ~Miro

Open Your Eyes

21 Oct

Open Your Eyes

You cannot see with both eyes closed, yet this is what most do
They try to take control of their own lives, but block their view
Whenever they see sacrifices that have to be made
How is change going to occur if the work is delayed?
How can you improve if training always starts “Tomorrow?”
How can you show grace, acceptance side by side with sorrow?
How can you complain about all that which does annoy
And still expect to face the challenge and conquer, destroy?
How can you quit cigarettes if you still reach for one
Each time you’re stressed instead of going for a run?
How can you be positive if all you do is whine?
How can you be fearless if you do not show some spine?
I see so many paradoxes walking all around
People with their eyes covered and much too tightly wound
Claiming, “Things are gonna change!” but then do the same thing
Open eyes, stare fearlessly and see what that does bring

                                       ~Miro

Love Talk

16 Oct

Love Talk

Seems the subject that most people love to talk about
Is love itself, perhaps because the world is in a drought
Pictures, quotes and songs about love spread like wildfire
The funny thing is most of it is not “love” but “desire”
Wanting, needing, lusting is often confused with love
“You’re my soulmate! You’re my dream! You’re all I can think of!”
This, my friends is not true love, it’s selfish at the heart
For true love has no ego core, a true love stands apart
It’s not fragile, not delicate, not easy to offend
True love doesn’t break or snap, it doesn’t even bend
For true love is pure empathy, to be another person
To understand their thoughts and feelings, even as they worsen
True love doesn’t say, “How rude!” or “How could you do this?”
True love simply says, “I know, I accept, I dismiss”
The normals give their roses, chocolates, cards and think they show
Love with all these little gifts, but most will never know
Empathy’s the biggest gift of love that one can give
Empathy: to sacrifice own ego to forgive
Empathy: to care more for another’s joy than own
Empathy: to give more of oneself than what’s been shown
The normals swoon as hearts beat fast and cheeks blush bright and red
Bless their hearts, they think it’s love and don’t see what’s ahead
Most never recognize that love is not euphoric state
That typically such an extreme will often lead to hate
Love is steady, love is balanced, steadfast and unswayed
Love is bold and brave, engaging, gallant, unafraid
Love is not emotional, it’s resolute and firm
Love is not an effort, love is not for a set term
True love is a state of mind and not reserved for one
If you do not love them all, the truth is you love none

                                            ~Miro

Dilution

14 Oct

Dilution

They ask themselves, “How come I feel so sad, so mad, so bad?”
And then they ingest substances and suddenly feel glad
Everything is right again, the world’s a better place
But quickly all that happiness dissolves without a trace
Once again they feel so sad, so mad, so bad once more
And want to know the secret of how they should wage their war
With everything that bothers them, depresses, causes pain
They search and search but always balk at the answer: abstain
The key to handling all the things that life throws in your way
Is simply, “Don’t dilute yourself,” it all leads you astray
The alcohol, the drugs, the smokes, the food, it just dilutes
Who you really are, it drags, it slows and it refutes
Human beings weigh themselves with anchors that they think
Bring them joy but truth is that it simply makes them sink
They question “Why?” and “How?” yet never see the irony
How can you be stronger? Have more grace? Awake and see?
By showing some self-discipline, by not acting so weak
By having patience and great faith and being more unique
By stepping away from the crowd that drinks and smokes and tokes
Recognizing that their way of “dealing” is a hoax
That putting something in your body to make all things right
Actually diminishes all your natural might
They ask the Warriors just what their secret is, but want
Something far less difficult, something more nonchalant
And never recognize the Warrior is pure, condensed
Undiluted, focused and prepared to go against
Any of life’s challenges, the fear, the pain, the death
Undiluted by the booze, the nicotine or meth
“I wish I had your discipline,” the normals often say
“Wishing,” just another form of dilution decay

                                                 ~Miro

Thanks

12 Oct

Thanks

Thanks for stopping by my little Warrior platform
The message here does not exactly make most people swarm
To join and comment since most truths of which I speak are tough
Most normals get offended and storm off in a huff
My message is not for those weaklings, but for folks like you
The 1-in-100, the Warrior who knows what’s true
Is rarely easy, comfortable or pleasant, so may I
Take this moment to say thanks for being an ally

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