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Doors

Ever notice when you take
Your friends on your house tour
There’s usually one room that gets
Passed by with a detour?

“That room’s messy!” you say in terror
“Don’t need to go in there!”
What would people think of you
If they were made aware?

Of what’s behind the door that’s closed
The room not up to par
Would they think that much less of you
If that door was ajar?

Here’s two points to think about
Next time your tour is given
The goal by which the journey through
Your dwelling should be driven

Number one, to open up
To let people inside
To show them who the real you is
And have nothing to hide

It’s not about your showing off
All of the stuff you’ve got
Letting yourself be defined
By all the things you’ve bought

It’s all about what’s in that room
That you don’t want exposed
The room that will define you best
Is one that you keep closed

The second reason to reveal
That isolated place
Is to see if your guests will
Rebuff it or embrace

By opening up to your friends
They’ll open up to you
To get their honest reaction
Give them your complete view

You may not like what they may think
If they in fact rebuff
But at least you’ve learned about
The image that they bluff

‘Cause anyone who judges others
In an adverse way
Based on what’s behind that door
Should their own room display

And on the other side of things
You might just realize
Despite all your embarrassment
Most people won’t chastise

‘Cause every dwelling has a room
That’s messy, odd or weird
People who open those doors
Are ones to be revered

Because they say, “This room is me!
So what if I’m a slob?
I’d rather throw my underwear
On floors than be a snob!

I’d rather fill a room with merch
From things that give me zeal
Than be the type of person who
Condemns for being real!”

So hats off to the folks that open
All of their closed doors
And hopefully they will inspire
You to open yours

                                       ~Miro

Mothers

There was a woman who decided
To give up her hold
On her own heart for something more
Precious to her than gold

It was more precious than diamonds
Or any other jewel
It was for diapers, crying and
Puréed carrots and drool

It was for sickness, broken hearts
Drama, uncertainty
It was to be a mother which she
Was so proud to be

The child knows not how they’ve carried
Their mother’s heart from birth
And carry it along with them
No matter where on Earth

They travel to, no matter how far
Life takes them away
How nice for Mothers that their hearts
Come back on Mother’s Day

                            ~for Mom

Greetings all and happy weekend!

As some of you may know, I’ve dabbled in the film industry under the stage name “Michael Mercy.” A few years ago I wrote, directed and co-starred in an inspirational film called “Acuity,” a term you may have seen pop up in some of my writings.

After many requests from viewers of my online movie discussion show, Armchair Directors, I’ve decided to break it out of the vault, dust if off, and put it up on our Youtube channel for all the world to see.

Many of the themes of my writings are present in the film, so I think readers here will enjoy it. Themes of courage, gratitude, living in the moment and not allowing others to influence our emotions.

Thanks for watching, enjoy the show and by all means share the link with your friends and family if you feel the message will have meaning for them as well.

You can watch Acuity online here.

Notice the little things,
Miro (Michael Mercy)

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