Self Righteous

22 Jul

Self Righteous

The old fool clutches his bible
And claims it’s filled with truth
He shouts into his megaphone
His behaviour: uncouth

He’s blind to all the history
And present that surrounds
His mind is closed and limited
And just knows paper’s bounds

His whole identity is based
On what a bible writes
And anything that deviates
Will always lead to fights

How sad and tragic to waste life
Shackled to just one book
To never have the courage to
Explore, question and look

How sad to accept every word
As being “Straight from God!”
And never wondering if man
Who’s egoic and flawed

Could possibly have let seep in
Some selfishness and greed
Some lack of understanding, lack
Of empathy, some greed

How sad to take their word for it
To trust “Powers that Be”
Who manipulate the masses with
Heaven’s sweet guarantee

The old fool thinks because he’s read
The book his parents gave
And shut out everything else that
He’s caring, wise and brave

But all I see’s a coward who
Just went along with hate
Who never dared to understand
Instead became irate

Who pointed fingers and who claimed
To know what’s “right for all”
And when a Warrior did disagree
They’d bitch and bawl

When a Warrior would state
That not all’s as it seems
This self righteous old fool angers
Interrupts, snaps and screams

“Damn you to hell!” these pious types
Cast judgement upon those
Who choose not think black or white
And won’t let their minds close

Yes hell, that scary, made-up place
Where all who disagree
Will burn in pain and suffering
For all eternity

Many of my poetry
Is written for my kin:
Warriors who know the point
Of life is not to “win”

Nor is it to be “proven right”
And bask in victory
Understanding is my cause
Connection, empathy

And so here is my understanding
Of self-righteous fools:
Do not waste your time on them
And their close-minded rules

They’re just old children who did not
Grow up because they chose
To limit themselves to one book
And its primitive prose

Instead of using life as chance
To experience first hand
To feel, to see, to touch, to smell
To relate, understand

Be wary of these old fools who
Clutch bibles to their chest
They’re frightened little children who are
Far from being blessed

More often than not, the grace
And light of God does not
Radiate within them, they are
Filled with angst and fraught

While Warriors have shed all books
And trinkets ‘cause they know
Experience first-hand is what
Casts off wisdom’s true glow

4th of July

4 Jul

Happy 4th of July to the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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Happy Canada Day!

1 Jul

Miro:

Happy Canada Day, Canuckleheads!

Originally posted on Warrior Poet Wisdom:

Canada

Today’s the birthday of
The True North strong and free
With glowing hearts we rise
And stand on guard for thee

You’re a hundred and forty-five
But still so very pretty
From gorgeous, peaceful nature
To every pristine city

From the mountains of B.C.
Their grandeur so breathtaking
Majestic white-tipped peaks
Creativity awaking

To Alberta’s big Stampede
The Greatest Outdoor Show on Earth
Where one million people come
To watch cowboys prove their worth

To the never ending prairies
Of Saskatchewan
Supplying us with the
Best grain that grows upon

Next is Manitoba
The “Strait of the Spirit”
With one hundred thousand lakes
The moniker does fit

And then the five Great Lakes
Of Ontario
And the metropolitan
Titan, Toronto

To the province of Quebec
The home of Habitants
Language of love they speak
And two dozen Cups they flaunt

To the highlands of New Brunswick
With much to…

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Get Out Of My Way

28 May

“Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.” ~General George S. Patton

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Get Out Of My Way

Much like most of my poems
This write is strictly aimed
At warriors who have “made it”
Who refuse to be tamed

Who don’t complain or stress or whine
Who’ve learned to let it go
This message is not for cowards
Who still succumb to woe

The words I’ll focus on today
Are from General George
Patton, a great warrior
Who acted as the forge

For many other warriors
George had three simple rules
Lead, follow or clear a path
He had no time for fools

It’s up to you to discern if
There is a trace of hope
Within someone to overcome
All that for which they mope

Those who you believe have that
Potential can be lead
And maybe if you’re lucky
You will come across instead

Someone who’s a warrior
Who resonates resolve
Follow them for they will teach
And help you to evolve

But then there are the snivellers
The weaklings, the inept
The ones who cry when things go wrong
The ones who won’t accept

The ones who complain, “It’s not fair!”
The one’s without a spark
The ones who won’t get off their ass
Instead, they’d rather bark

Here’s what separates the true
Warrior from the herd
The warrior does recognize
When someone won’t be stirred

The warrior can see quite well
When it will take an act
Of God, a tragedy, great loss
In order to extract

The inner power and potential
That the world denies
That you already have and claims
Comes not from “in” but “skies”

To follow those who say “I can’t!”
Is an act of a fool
And quitters have no desire
To attend “Warrior School”

And so as George said, there is only
One option that’s left
Over-sensitive weaklings
Will cry that it’s bereft

Of tact, of understanding and
Of empathy and love
Just remember, “People lie”
As you give them a shove

And tell them, “Get out of my way”
Because all that they’ll do
Is lead to weakness or they’ll doubt
Everything you hold true

Their selfish, ego-controlled minds
Can’t grasp the concept, “Serve”
Their “comfort addict” attitude
Will always lack your nerve

Their need to argue and be “right”
Will only turn your guts
Their blindness to their own control
Will quickly drive you nuts

Do not slow your stride or stop
Accept that there will be
Many who cannot help you
Or be helped to be free

They are content to be victims
And your mission is not
To try to free them from ego
Which has left them distraught

Your mission is to learn and follow
Or lead with your sword
And all the ones who say “I can’t!”
Will simply be ignored

                                 ~Miro

The Struggle

26 May
“We struggle with the complexities and avoid the simplicities.” ~Norman Vincent Peale
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“I struggle” countless do confess
“With things that I should do
I struggle with forgiveness
Understanding, with what’s true”They furrow brows and rub their temples
As they struggle on
They think it’s all a competition
To be won with brawn

They think that if they struggle long
Enough, that they will “win”
That “victory” will absolve them
From anger, stress and sin

And each of them is just a fool
For none of them do see
That nothing valuable is gained
From selfish victory

“Winning” arguments means that
Another person loses
Struggle does not enlighten
Because struggle abuses

How could anyone believe
That inflicting a loss
On someone, even if it’s “self”
Would allow them to cross

A challenge or difficulty
You struggle? You’re a fool!
You’re not a beast of burden
So stop acting like a mule

LET IT GO is how we all
Make peace with things that hurt
With people who are selfish, who
Offend, betray and blurt

LET IT GO, the angst, the pain
The disappointment, stress
You can’t let go? You struggle?
Then it’s time that you confess

That struggling is to hold on
To cling, to claw, to clutch
And that’s an act of selfishness
“IT’S MINE! YOU CANNOT TOUCH!”

Pull your head out of your ass
And accept what is true
Nothing on this Earth is ‘yours’
Nothing belongs to you

Not your house, your job, your kids
Not clothing or your car
Not your pain, your depression
Not bruises or your scar

The struggle lives in selfish minds
That horde and just want more
So let go of your struggle
It’s not what you are here for

                                     ~Miro

Shame on You

24 May

“Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame.” ~Benjamin Franklin

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Shame On You

I see your pouty face and hear
The anger in your voice
And my only response is:
“Shame on you, that’s the wrong choice”

You whine and cry about how there’s
No choice, that you are forced
To have a boo-boo face because
Your wants were not endorsed

You think because you did not get
The thing that you desired
That you are justified, that your
Anger is now required

You think that when things do not go
Your way, you have the right
To unleash your hostility
To kick and scream and fight

Shame on you because you battle
Everything except
The only thing that is the cause
The one thing that has kept

Yourself from being patient, graceful
Having empathy
You fight the innocents but not
The real culprit of “ME”

Angry that you did not win?
The fault lays just on you
Upset it didn’t go as planned?
You’re selfish, yes that’s true

You want so much for yourself that
You have lost your perspective
You think that you are important
Not part of the collective

You dwell within your selfish thoughts
Instead of walking miles
Within the shoes of others to
Understand their own trials

They couldn’t get the job done right
So now you throw a fit?
Don’t expect this warrior
To give a single shit

Don’t expect a warrior
To tip-toe on eggshells
Instead I’ll raise my voice louder
And hammer upon bells

And tell you that you’re a shameful
Self-centred, spoiled brat
That you expose your true self with
These fits; a coward rat

You have no grace to deal with it
Because your heart just cares
About yourself and doesn’t think
About other’s affairs

No, I won’t apologize
Or say, ‘There, there, tap, tap”
My only consultation is to
Shut your selfish trap

Your mommy and daddy did you
Disservice by allowing
These kid-like temper tantrums with their
Sympathy and bowing

So now the rest must deal with a
Full grown infant who pouts
And bickers and complains and frets
And bellyaches and shouts

Shame on you for lack of strength
For lack of self control
Shame on you for being such
A small-minded, weak soul

                                               ~Miro

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Strange Times

11 May

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