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Uncommon Sense
4 May“Common sense is not so common.”― Voltaire
Uncommon Sense
Common sense should be renamed
Because it is so rare
“Common’s” not a word I’d use
‘Cause many do not care
“Sense” in this case is used to
Describe a person’s grasp
On simple truths but most folks simply
Scoff or whine or gasp
It makes “sense” to not poison your
Body with chemicals
And yet there’s many with no sense
When the nicotine pulls
It makes “sense” to not get upset
Over things that don’t matter
And yet there are so many who
Allow their peace to shatter
It makes “sense” to push our bodies
To their physical verge
And yet there there are so many who
Go to buffets and splurge
And consume countless calories
Without the sense they can’t
Possibly use them all up
Instead, on couch they plant
Their lazy butts and watch TV
Consume, consume, consume
And never have the sense to see
Creation’s how you bloom
Creating healthy body, mind
Creating iron will
Doing work required and
Employing sense and skill
Common sense does not exist
This I know for a fact
If it did, I’d have more mentors
Who’ve had great impact
Instead I just have a handful
Who have uncommon sense
Their influence on me has been
Uncommon and immense
Resulting in the warrior poet
That you see now
1-in-100 who always
Keeps his intense vow
To not be influenced by weak
And selfish cowards who
Allow their “common sense” to blind them
From all that is true
From all that’s challenging, invigorating
And unique
It’s these difficult things that lead
To strong mind and physique
~Miro
Just Imagine
23 AprImagine what life would be like if you never felt embarrassment. Imagine if you followed your heart and your conscience for every decision, both big and small, without the fear of what effect it would have on the way other people view you? Imagine doing something and instead of apologizing or trying to explain yourself when you get a peculiar look, simply placing your hands on your hips and saying, “You missed it.”
Imagine not caring what people who miss so much because of selfishness, fear and lack of empathy think, and imagine having the courage, grace and emotional control to confront all those who try to squash others under their thumb for standing apart and following their heart. Imagine telling them, “I see what you’re doing, and it’s an act of cowardice, selfishness, small-mindedness, comfort and lack of understanding,” without having it devolve into a heated argument because you truly don’t care what they think. And imagine if you could see the irony of how such words strongly affect them because they care too much?
Just imagine. 
Nothing Personal
18 Apr
Nothing Personal
Ever wanted to not do
Something and used the phrase:
“It’s nothing personal” and hoping
That it will not phase
The person that you’ve told it to?
That you mean no abuse?
That you just do not care enough
Or have time to make use
Of something that they’ve brought to mind?
A suggestion they’ve made?
An effort given to assist?
Some selflessness displayed?
“It’s nothing personal” is said
By those who do not care
A cop-out line employed by those
Who are not yet aware
That every single thing we think
Imagine or create
Is deeply fashioned with our own
Personality trait
“It’s nothing personal” tells us
The speaker doesn’t see
The integral part of ourselves
That made the idea be
And maybe that’s why many don’t
Connect with a concept
“It’s nothing personal” blinds them
From being that adept
It is a way of thinking that is
Close-minded and blunt
A way of keeping distance and
Not having to confront
Personal issues that could be
Awkward and hurt feelings
Some think that it’s better to
Be detached in these dealings
A Warrior is passionate
And therefore not afraid
To make things personal even
If egos do get frayed
A Warrior knows that it is
Personal and accepts
Criticism from others and
Quickly intercepts
Their own ego when it screams
And flusters with offense
A Warrior knows that they don’t
Require a defense
That life is not a competition
But you can be sure
Everything is personal
If your intention’s pure
~Miro
Strangers
23 Mar
Strangers
I’ve recently made an attempt
To befriend random folks
A smile, a wave, a “Hello” and
Some chat-chat tried to coax
My findings were quite disappointing
Most were much too guarded
They were too busy and my efforts
Were quickly discarded
Many looks of suspicion
And much fear did I sense
My friendly and warm smile was
Met with a look quite tense
Very few humans are open
To meeting new people
Whether it’s the street, bus stop
Or under a church steeple
Why is everyone afraid
And always thinks the worst?
Why must people be hounded
Begged, pestered and coerced?
To be honest it makes me sad
To think about how shy
Defensive, cautious and averse
So many are to “Hi”
To put it into perspective
I wrote a poem filled
With inspiration and kind words
To help someone’s strength build
I tried to give this note away
But everyone responded:
“No thanks” as they hurried off
Each one of them absconded
I stood there staring at the note
And chuckled to myself
All their preconceived notions
To protect their own health
All their worry and caution
Had denied them a chance
To have their spirit boosted and
Their attitude enchanced
Because they thought I wanted something
Or was selling God
They thought to be that friendly and
Selfless was much too odd
I crumpled up the note and threw it
Right into the trash
I guess the only paper people
Take is cold, hard cash
Thank God for the internet
Where people stop and read
Where preconceived notions do not
Obstruct every good deed
~Miro
Love Is…
3 Mar
Love Is…
Love is second nature
Love Is reflex, love’s innate
No struggle or effort needed
To care for your mate
Love obliterates ego
To point where there’s no “I”
Love for someone else bids that
Selfish ego goodbye
Love is instinct, built within
Our blood and DNA
Love does not need to “cool down”
True love has no delay
We see it in our animals
In how they care for young
Inherent duty to protect
The small lives which have sprung
We see it in the packs that travel
Together in wild
Loyalty for each other
Even the beasts reviled
But true love is so rare among
The human race it seems
A concept that only exists
Within most people’s dreams
Because the human mind is shackled
With such selfishness
Fear of hurt, embarrassment
Of having to confess
Their true love for another
Worry seeps in and corrupts
Choking the life out of love
As the ego erupts
Love is never angry and
Love is never hostile
‘Cause love is made of empathy
And ‘cause love walks a mile
In the loved one’s shoes and love
Lets go of own opinion
Love is not a slave to fear
And is not ego’s minion
Love is brave and bold and love
Makes no apologies
Love envigors, love strengthens
Love heals, love tames, love frees
From “me,” from “I,” from “myself” and
It opens selfish eyes
To smallness of the ego while
It makes the spirit rise
~Miro
Be Selfless
15 FebBe Selfless
I know it’s hard to just forgive
To say “Oh well, live and let live”
To do the right thing, let go and move on
I know the hurt they did to you
Feels like it cut and stabbed right through
To your heart and now you feel so withdrawn
And even though you know what’s right
You feel you just don’t have the might
To free that heavy burden from your soul
My word of advice isn’t to
Be nice or polite to those who
Steal joy and on your peace exact great toll
My only request: Be selfless
Don’t think of self and all your stress
‘Cause stress occurs just if ego resides
Hurt feelings and torment are
The evidence ego’s not far
It’s in that constant hurt that ego hides
Be selfless, think not of your pain
And more you’re selfless, more you train
The more you do not take things personal
The more you’ll see the deception
That ego has on perception
And soon from your eyes you will pull that wool
There is no way to rectify
The wrong things done that make you cry
And angry, hurt, frustrated and so sad
There’s no redemption for some deeds
And their ego rarely concedes
So be selfless or it will drive you mad
Be selfless and don’t keep score
Stop saying how they made you sore
Be selfless ‘cause it’s selfishness that makes
All the hurt and all the scorn
So be selfless and sound the horn
And witness how within spirit awakes
~Miro
Silence
16 Jan“Silence is a source of great strength.” ~Lao Tzu
Silence
The silly normals spit and fight
And spew their rage with all their might
But even when they squeal their loudest scream
All theatrics are no match
For calm which always does dispatch
Their anger and makes it run out of steam
Silence is the greatest foe
Of those who complain of their woe
To say nothing back does create a void
That sucks in all the vengeful bile
While it returns just a slight smile
Leaving argument weak and destroyed
Silence is a weapon all
Possess but most don’t have the gall
To look a shouting person in the eye
And take all of the hateful talk
And be able to not let shock
And not feel driven to loudly reply
To not let a fool control speech
Instead to show, to lead, to teach
To forsake all the snide remarks and wit
To hear their ignorance and not
Feel compelled to return the shot
Instead to land a different kind of hit
The strike of grace across their chest
When only silence is expressed
To take ugliness and not give it back
The ones who can’t control their mouth
All feel a thundering kick south
When there is a silent counter-attack
When one stands fast and looks in eyes
And doesn’t blink while they hear lies
And doesn’t let “injustice” irritate
And rather than be affected
Their silent strength is projected
In ways that are impossible to state
-Miro
Tree holocaust
27 Dec
Tree holocaust
Murdered trees adorn the curbs
Amongst the stinking trash
For ten years they grew beautifully
Then chopped down in a flash
Decorated for two weeks
Then discarded as junk
The ignorance behind their death
Puts me in a small funk
Idiots and imbeciles
Defend their lack of thought
By just repeating what their parents
And grandparents taught:
“They grow them for this reason, to
Be chopped down for this day!”
With all due respect, to hell
With what these people say
To hell with things they tell themselves
To justify the greed
Of killing something ten years old
Just to selfishly feed
Their desire to decorate
Their living room and smell
That “fresh pine scent” that emanates
From evergreen’s dead shell
And when Christmas is over and
The needles start to fall
Time to kick it to the curb
And next year, have the gall
To kill another decade old
Tree that was “meant to die”
Just another sign of how
Mankind has gone awry
~Miro
The Bashful Blushing Blonde’s Blinding Box of Brilliance
22 Dec“I am convinced all of humanity is born with more gifts than we know. Most are born geniuses and just get de-geniused rapidly.” ~Buckminster Fuller
The Bashful Blushing Blonde’s Blinding Box of Brilliance
There once was a Blonde who begat
A box that most couldn’t stare at
For you see it was filled
With much brilliance that spilled
Out its confines and made many scat
For the brilliance within made them feel
As if their boring world was less real
And so most ran away
Although some chose to stay
And with snide remarks tried to conceal
They poked fun and all rolled their eyes
And besmirched the brilliance with their lies
They all tried to tarnish
It’s bright, brilliant varnish
With mocking they claimed was so wise
The Blonde blushed as she looked inside
And wondered if what she had eyed
Was not really as fair
As she’d first been aware
And thought it best to close it and hide
But through the crowd came someone new
Who called out, “Whatever you do
Don’t you dare put away
That box ‘cause what they say
Is just cowardly speak and not true!”
The crowd stepped aside as he waded
Through cynics, naysayers and jaded
And then someone noted
This Stranger was coated
By same light as box they degraded
So the crowd turned all of their attention
To him and gave same apprehension
But unlike silent box
This Stranger loudly talks
And proceeded to dauntlessly mention
How blind all of them had behaved
How pathetic, selfish and depraved
It had been to see joy
And just try to destroy
The passion of someone who had braved
To open the box and look in
While the cowards stood by with a grin
And had poked fun and made
The Blonde’s complexion shade
Into bashful, embarrassed red skin
The Stranger grabbed the box’s top
And tore it clean off with a pop
The brilliance spilled out
And the snide crowd did pout
But the Stranger swore it wouldn’t stop
He turned to the Blonde and he said:
“Never let their despair spread
Never allow
A snide comment to bow
Or to lower or curtail your head”
He threw the box top into crowd
It disappeared into the shroud
And he wandered back through
Into those who were blue
While the Blonde stood with her head not bowed
As the blinding brilliance poured outward
Some of the crowd still murmured
“Tough luck!” the Blonde said
While holding high her head
“There’s no closing this box, I’m a nerd!
I’m a geek! I have passion! I’m weird!
And your attitude’s no longer feared!
I won’t feel ashamed
My passion won’t be tamed
For the things that are loved and revered!”
And low and behold, some then saw
The true brilliance within which made jaw
Fall down to the floor
And then they loudly swore
To no longer tease, joke and guffaw
So if you have a box which you hide
Perhaps someday a Stranger will ride
Into your town and tear
The lid clean off and dare
You to not let its contents subside
But sometimes that Stranger won’t come
So it’s up to you to take your thumb
And your fingers and rip
The lid clean off and whip
That lid into the darkest, dank slum
And stare at the passion which blinds
So many aloof, fearful minds
Take the steps to confirm
That you’ll no longer squirm
‘Cause that lidless box always reminds
~Miro
