Your People

21 Dec

Your People

Anything of any worth in this life must be earned
Loyalty takes hard work as far as I am concerned
Yet many people pledge allegiance with no thought at all
No effort and no sacrifice, no passion and no gall
They simply look at their skin colour, see it’s white or black
And say others of the same hue are free from their attack
They label other people who were born under same flag
As fellow patriots with which to cheer and boast and brag
And those who are the same religion, that’s their people too
Confederates united AGAINST those who hate what’s “true”
They call them “My people” but never ponder what it took
To form that weak alliance, which is why so many shook
And faltered, crumbled to the ground over over a little spat
Easy bonds that took no work can crumble just from chat
The truth is that “Your People” are just egos wrapped in same
Exterior of skin or flag or religion or game
The link is formed through shallow means of what the eyes could see
And when the topics go deeper, all that camaraderie
Quickly crumbles in the face of tempers that do flare
“You’re not the same at all!” they think as they become aware
A small iota of work’s done and quickly those allies
Are now betrayers who deceived with a shallow disguise
If anyone’s to blame for being fooled, I’d say it’s those
Who offered instant loyalty and never did suppose
That someone with the same skin may not hold the same ethics
That honour and integrity’s not something that’s ethnic
That empathy’s not exclusive to one theology
And all “Your People” quickly turn into “Your Enemy”
When time is spent and effort made to find out what’s beneath
The matching shell, familiar husk,  the carbon copy sheath

                                                          ~Miro

Alone Together

19 Dec

Alone Together

I’ve some time to kill before my work shift does commence
I head to William’s coffee shop, some java they dispense
I take a seat at a table that does have room for four
I take my laptop out and figure, “Time to write of war”
I look around for inspiration and see several souls
All sitting at tables for four with coffee and soup bowls
With laptops of their own or talking or texting on phone
Or simply staring out the window, in some other zone
A cop sits all alone beside me nursing his large drink
I’d love to sit and ask him, “So officer, what do you think?”
Another man peeks worriedly over his laptop screen
His eyes meet mine for a moment and I can’t help but glean
A look of worry, fear, concern, he feels threatened by me
“Who are you to pay attention? Be gone! Let me be!”
A lady reads her laptop with great worry on her brow
I can’t ask her if she’s alright, convention won’t allow
Not one of these lonely souls would welcome someone sitting
In one of their 3 empty seats, that is not at all fitting
“Mind your own damn business,  keep your distance, stay away”
“Are you insane? I don’t know you! Please leave without delay!”
Lonely people everywhere who wonder why they feel
So alone, yet are so blind to all their spikes of steel
To their barbed wire and stone walls erected in defense
Lonely people who hate people…that make any sense?

                                         ~Miro

5000 Years

17 Dec

5000 Years

“I’m so appalled” and “I’m so shocked!” “I can’t believe my eyes!”
5000 years of history, yet billions are unwise
5000 years we have put pen to paper to record
Killing, anger and hatred yet so many are floored
Another car bomb goes off and another school shot up
The flock of sheep cry out, “GOD NO!” The Warrior says, “Yup”
Because the Warrior’s attention span is very sharp
Laser focus does prevent egoic need to harp
About the evils of the world, the Warrior has seen
The future right there written on the bright computer screen
It’s written in the history books, it’s told about in tales
On silver movie screens just how empathy always fails
EGO is the answer, now and then, forever more
EGO is the explanation to things you abhor
And since you do not recognize your own ego within
You gasp and *tisk* and hands tremble at other people’s “sin”
But if you were to recognize that parasite inside
If you shined the spotlight and no longer let it hide
You’d see quite clearly why such acts have been done all along
“I want, I want, I WANT, I WANT!” the ego’s classic song
Just think about how when you don’t get what you want, you’re mad
You’re frustrated, you’re angry, empathy goes down a tad
You didn’t gain so ego wants a balance, “They must pay!”
And so it inflicts suffering and misery, dismay
Vain attempts to set things right, it’s rage that spreads more rage
And onlookers get all upset and help to spread the phage
Take a lesson from the Warriors, the Zen masters
Tibetan monks and Samurai and rare Christian pastors
All filled with peace and grace who aren’t controlled, instead they own
Their feelings and emotions, never whine or gasp or groan
5000 years of history, yet so few pay attention
And act as if each tragedy requires apprehension
Spinning wheels and spitting drama, heads buried in sand
Unwilling to accept the truth, refuse to understand
“It’s too depressing! It’s too dark! I can’t live on this Earth!”
Then I suggest you grab your sword and let go of the mirth

                                                 ~Miro

Your Worst Enemy

12 Dec

Trojan

Your Worst Enemy

Your worst enemy is not a foe who caused you harm
Nor a former friend who did betray you with their charm
It’s not a former lover who ripped out your tender heart
It’s not a boss who treats you poorly at every day’s start
Here it is, the shocking truth, the plot twist in your tale:
YOU are your worst enemy, it’s YOU who drive the nail
Right into yourself each time you think others betray
Wake up, smell the coffee, no one thinks of you that way
You don’t have rivals in your life, you’re not Luke Skywalker
There is no villain clad in black, you don’t have a stalker
No one’s keeping tabs on you and plotting your demise
NO ONE GIVES A SHIT so wake up and open your eyes
All these crimes you think that have been wrought against poor you
Are simply figments in your mind that your ego did skew
You, yes, YOU are the culprit, you let others affect
You give permission and condone all of their disrespect
Yes, a tough plot twist to take, it was YOU all along
The scheming “phantom menace” who kept you from being strong
The mustache twirling ego who said, “What they think does count!”
Your unawareness of this heel means you cannot discount
The criticism, doubt, the hate, the lack of grace abound
Your true rival likes to point fingers up, down, all around
Here, there, everywhere except the one place it should point:
Turned back right to where the finger meets the knuckle joint
“Nah, it can’t be!” you may say, “That is too far a stretch!”
“How could I willingly make myself such a sad wretch?”
And that’s the thing, it’s not *willing*, you’re blind to ego’s spell
And long as you say “What ego?” you will writhe in its hell
But if you are a WARRIOR and turn your sword within
If you realize that YOU are where stress does begin
If you bring that sword down swift and hard right on the source
NO NORMAL WILL EVER KNOCK YOU OFF YOUR INTENSE COURSE
They’ll say, “You’re full of yourself!” but the opposite is true
With no ego inside, their hollow words will just pass through
With no effect, no wounded pride, no struggle, loss of joy
Surprise! Your worst enemy is the horse that stood in Troy

                                 ~Miro

The Last Warrior

10 Dec

The Last Warrior

I am legend, I am myth, I am fable, lore
I’m a relic from a long forgotten civil war
A battle that took place within, a conflict that’s been lost
Forfeited in favor of one with a lower cost
I am last to step forward, be silent, stare in eyes
Instead of take a step backward and emit threatening cries
I am out of place amid the shruggers and aloof
My faith clashes with doubters who demand they see some proof
My nerves of steel and iron will is no longer employed
In this current human design, my mould has been destroyed
In favor of one with great fear, great worry, great desire
The pouring is quite comfortable, they no longer use fire
The liquid is allowed to sit until it “feels like it”
And then it’s carefully eased out the “Normals Starter Kit”
No hammer, no forge, no flame, just ease and joy and fun
And when things go awry, they freeze with fear and shock and stun
I am last to not be shocked, to never be surprised
I am outcast, exile, misunderstood, despised
The thief believes all steal from him, and so too do the weak
Believe all others should hide from challenges with a squeak
I am not a light or beacon, just shameful reminder
That uncovering your inner strength won’t come from being kinder
I am sacrifice and sweat, I am the price too high
I don’t make much sense because I’m not afraid to die
I let go instead of cling, yet passion’s in my veins
No selfish desires, I am last who tries and trains
I’m the last to disagree, to reject what they do
If I search soul for answers and find it to not be true
I don’t smoke and I don’t drink and don’t eat tortured meat
And I don’t care what others do, I don’t try to compete
I am the last Warrior and Earth’s a lonely place
Perhaps the reaper will provide a trip to outer space ;)

                                              ~Miro

No Limits

9 Dec

No Limits

A Warrior is not a fool who’s defined by all those
Who think traditionally and do believe that hair and clothes
And age and nationality, religion, height and weight
Define a person, to a Warrior each of these traits
Is nothing more than a limit and stops from further growth
Empathy and understanding? Limits hinder both
“This is what I am!” is ignorance, here’s what I hear:
“I am Christian so Islam and Buddha’s what I fear!”
“I’m American, so I can’t see your Chinese view!”
“I am white so things black people say cannot be true!”
“I am tall and have no clue what it’s like to be short!”
“I’m an introvert so why do you need to cavort?”
All these labels are not earned, they’re simply chance and luck
And that is why the tag of “Warrior” for me has stuck
I’m not a Warrior because of my mom and dad’s worth
I’m not a Warrior because of where she did give birth
I’m not a Warrior because of fashion or my style
I AM A WARRIOR because I sacrificed a while
Because I let it go, because I moved on with the mission
Because I turned my back on rituals and superstition
Because I stopped allowing limits to be placed upon
Myself, because I proved the normals wrong with grace and brawn
So if I’m asked, “What’s your background?” or “Which God do you praise?”
My response usually confuses and leaves look of glaze:
“I am human, no borders define or limit me
Nor with any name for Creator do I agree
I will not be limited by silly, simple rules
Invented by big halfwits and followed by bigger fools
My age, my looks, my country, my blood type, it doesn’t matter
What does is how when I engage adversity I shatter
Anything that challenges without whines or complaints
I EARNED my label by fighting, by breaking my constraints
And now I am not limited by what is in the past
THAT is why when normals quit, the Warrior does last

~Miro

Do The Work

3 Dec

Do The Work

A common response people have to many of my writes:
“If only we could be that strong and ascend to those heights”
Wishing will not get you there and waiting won’t help you
A Warrior once told me how, I’ll pass it on to you:
“Do the work,” he simply said and then sat silently
From his quiet tone I could tell that he could foresee
That most people he told this to would never do the work
They want the giant muscles but don’t do the clean and jerk
They want the toned athletic shape but do not want to sweat
They want to live a stress free life but continue to fret
They want the wisdom to live lives of substance, meaning, hope
But when the writings of wise men appear, they just say, “Nope”
“I’m not much for reading” or “I’m too busy right now”
“I’ve got a lot of things going,” “My schedule won’t allow”
If you do not make the time it will never be there
If you do not make the time it shows how much you care
That Warrior that spoke to me had encountered so many
That all wanted to be like him but very few, if any
Did the work to learn and grow, to master their own mind
They saw the price that must be paid and most of them declined
And now I know why he did speak so quietly that day
Why there was no vigor in the words that he did say
‘Cause most people just love the thought of being wise and strong
But do not like the hard truth that the training is lifelong
“Do the work” I say to all who think “I wish I could”
‘Cause wishing, craving, and waiting won’t do you any good

                                               ~Miro

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