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What I Don’t Want

“When you don’t get what you want, you’re unhappy. When you get what you don’t want, you’re unhappy. Even when you get what you want, you’re still unhappy, because it doesn’t last forever.” ~Socrates, Way of the Peaceful Warrior


What I Don’t Want

I don’t want people to be kind
And thoughtful and relate
I don’t want people to let go
Of all their ancient hate

I don’t want people to give of
Themselves without a thought
Of what they will get in return
And what to them is brought

I don’t want people to try hard
To go the extra mile
I don’t want strangers to say “Hi”
And give a friendly smile

I don’t want people to accept
Their struggles just as tests
I don’t want them to stand up straight
And beat upon their chests

I don’t want people to be strong
Courageous, passionate
I don’t want people to refuse
To ever, ever quit

I don’t want people to be patient
With others who stress
I don’t want people to be graceful
With those who aggress

I don’t want people to let go
Of petty little things
Like grudges, bitterness, insults
Cheap shots, offenses, stings

As long as I don’t want these things
I will not be unhappy
Whenever I see people treat
Each other very crappy

                                        ~Miro

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Matters

“Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least” ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

What Doesn’t Matter

It doesn’t matter when they insult
Or when they offend
It doesn’t matter if you feel
Betrayed by foe or friend

It doesn’t matter when a person
Passes on the buck
It doesn’t matter that they’d rather
Be a lazy schmuck

It doesn’t matter when a person
Questions your actions
It doesn’t matter what they say
Or their doubtful reactions

It doesn’t matter when they don’t
Follow through on their word
It doesn’t matter if your disappointment
Goes unheard

It doesn’t matter if you don’t
Hold grudges for wrongdoing
Use your time for things that matter
And should be pursuing

Things That Matter

It matters when you get upset
And what you choose to say
It matters if you take it in
Too sensitive a way

It matters when you don’t come through
On promises you’ve made
A declaration of assurance
That has been betrayed

It matters when you have the knowledge
To make the right choice
But eat junk food because it’s drowned out
By your craving’s voice

It matters when you choose to sit
When your legs work just fine
And simply watch TV and any
Exercise decline

It matters when you complain and
Don’t choose to let it go
It matters when you do not do
And only choose to know

‘Cause wisdom comes from doing things
That matter, while knowledge
Is simply unused insight learned
In institutes like college

Know the difference between things
That matter and do not
“Does this matter?” should always
Be a recurring thought

And you will be surprised at how
Few things actually matter
In time the trivial things will
Disperse, diffuse and scatter

Leaving those few things that do
Matter to great degree
Impossible to ignore ‘cause
They’re all that’s left to see

                                      ~Miro

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“Christians”

“I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” ~Mahatma Gandhi

“Christians”

Today’s write wages peaceful war
On people that I thought
Were brothers and sisters in Christ
Who the same purpose sought

This message is for “Christians” who
Require set of quotes
Because they miss Christ’s message and
Have anger in their throats

And hearts whenever things go wrong
They vocally shout out
They choose to take things personally
They fight, they hurt, they doubt

They miss Christ’s message of “Let go”
And hold on to their feuds
These “Christians” miss their Savior’s point
And are in angry moods

Even blind men see what the
Word Christian has become
For many it does not inspire
Instead it’s very glum

That is thanks to “Christians” who
Go to church every week
But it’s only in that building
Where Christ they do seek

“Who are you to cast judgement?”
Some “Christians” may accuse
I am a Christian without quotes
Because I always choose

To slice through anger and hatred
Whenever others strike
I love all people, even those
That I don’t really like

I’ve done the work for years and can
Say with full honesty
That when my peace is threatened, I
Choose not to be angry

I do not raise my voice and I
Don’t honk my horn when driving
I’ve understood Christ’s message, that
It’s through peace we are thriving

I say these words not in anger
But in great disappointment
Shame on “Christians” because they
Don’t honor their anointment

Shame on them for besmirching
The name of the Lord’s son
For shame, the “Christians” who are “saved”
But Savior’s teachings shun

We cannot hide our heads in sand
The damage is quite clear
“Christian” is not something that
Most people do revere

Regardless of their faith, it is
A word that many dread
Even followers of Christ
Facepalm and hang their head

It’s in the choices that we make
When things do irritate
You do not get to praise the Lord
And get to be irate

You do not get to be at odds
And avoid all your “foes”
You do not get to say bullshit
Like “It’s them who oppose!”

Or “they are just impossible!”
Or “I won’t speak to them!”
You do not get to follow Christ
And with anger condemn

And that is why this poem here
Will end on these here notes:
If you’re a “Christian” you can still
Remove surrounding quotes

By letting go and following
The word of your great King
You cannot follow Christ and still
To your old anger cling

                                  ~Miro

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The Tale of the Bloodless Stone

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” ~Mahatma Gandhi

The Tale of the Bloodless Stone

There once was a pair of cold stones
That butted each other all day
Sparks always flew
As they both turned the screw
And had nothing too pleasant to say

One day both stones chose to depart
Their last words were not very nice
Many years passed
And neither stone asked
For peace because of the high price

But something strange started to happen
To one of the stones over years
Instead of departing
When trouble was starting
This stone stood its ground and faced fears

And slowly but surely this stone
Through the magic of courage and grace
Transformed to a man
And in his veins began
Pumping warm blood to his face

And to his arms, legs and whole body
It trickled with the slightest nick
“That’s a hell of a thing!”
They heard this man sing
As he cleaned it away with a lick

Where once he was cold and rock solid
So rigid and uncaring too
Now he was warm
Different from the norm
An amazing change he had gone through

He wondered if his old stone friend
Had maybe gone through the same change
But when they did meet
Old friend was concrete
And it thought that the man was quite strange

The man tried to show how with little
Effort he could make blood trickle
When he beckoned the stone
He received just a groan
The stone, you see, was very fickle

It was still quite rigid and cold
Because warm blood did not flow through
Its veins deep inside
Within was just pride
And soon he knew this to be true:

Just because you do transform
Into something more than a rock
That doesn’t mean all
Have heard the same call
And have figured out how to unlock

The way to get blood from a stone
Through patience, forgiveness and love
Some stones are content
To just sit there and vent
To complain, feel abused and just shove

                                   ~Miro

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Madness vs Wisdom

Madness vs Wisdom

At the dawn of time, two forces
Came into existence
One was Wisdom, made of peace
And Madness, from resistance

The force of Wisdom saw things as
The way they really were
Madness, on the other hand
Saw what it did prefer

And when it turned out things were not
Precisely as it wanted
Madness lost control and felt
Frustrated, angry, haunted

It couldn’t let it go because
It thought that it knew best
Wisdom on the other hand
Did never feel as stressed

It took its peace of mind in knowing
That things cannot be
Exactly as the vision in
Your mind that you may see

Instead it opened itself up
To different paths and ways
Seeing obstacles as more
Than annoying delays

Wisdom recognized that those
Are opportunities
To learn, to train, to grow, not just
Struggles meant to displease

Eventually there came a day
When Wisdom and Madness
Crossed each other’s paths and blocked
Each other’s own progress

Madness used it’s anger and
It’s hateful, spiteful talk
It circled and it attacked and
It pushed and pulled and stalked

Wisdom fought with all its strength
But not by the same means
Instead it relied on its training
And all its routines

It let Madness do all it did
And did not expect more
It stood firm with its peace of mind
And waged a peaceful war

And what Madness soon learned was that
It could not maintain hate
For an indefinite time
It was far too much weight

It grew tired and silent in
The face of Wisdom’s peace
The hateful words and violent acts
Eventually did cease

And as Madness sat and recouped
Wisdom simply walked on
Walking into horizon
Until all trace was gone

It didn’t gloat of victory
It let it go instead
Just as it did with the acts
That had intended dread

Madness would recover and
Many foes would it thwart
But against one enemy
It always came up short

Madness vs Wisdom was
Always the same outcome
Because Wisdom was not entrenched
It never could succumb

It flowed and bent and let go of
Whatever came its way
And when the two collide, it’s still
The same result today

              ~Miro

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Used To Be

Used To Be

Anything that you wish to
Improve about yourself
Whether it’s your attitude
Your bank account or health

Can be changed if you only start
To look at it this way:
“I used to be like that but now
Today is a new day”

If you’d only adapt this
Real simple way of thinking
To put your habits in the past
And from yourself unlinking

And say “I used to be angry”
Or “I used to be broke”
“I used to have a weight problem”
“I used to drink or smoke”

If you would just untie yourself
From how you have defined
If you would make it in past tense
And leave it all behind

Then one day soon you will look back
To recognize and see
That things you wished to change are now
The things you used to be

                      ~Miro

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Intensity

Intensity

For many folks “intensity”
Is an unpleasant trait
They’ve been fooled into thinking that
It means “to be irate”

“To take things far too seriously”
“To make things far too tense”
“To take approach at everything
With anger too immense”

Let me grab my dictionary
Set the record straight
“Intensity” does not have anything
To do with hate

Definition: energy
Great concentration, strength
Vehemence, a high degree
Will go to any length

Depth of feeling and emotion
Action, spirit, thought
No where do I see it written
That it must be fought

Derived from the word “intense”
Which means “acute and strong”
“Very keen and diligent” so
How could that be wrong?

Just how did intensity
Become something so feared?
How did it become something
Avoided, not revered?

How did the intensity
Of great ones from the past
Cease to be an inspiration?
Fade from minds so fast?

How could any person say
“That’s too intense for me?”
After hearing it defined
How could someone not see

That most of the great things accomplished
In the world today
And years gone by is ‘cause they were
Done in an intense way?

Intensity is the key to
Completing every goal
With more than just a weak effort
But giving it some soul

Putting all your concentration
Focus, strength and passion
Into making sure that things
Are done in highest fashion

Taking opportunity
And seizing its potential
Knowing that a high degree
Of energy’s essential

In making sure the job’s done right
The best that you can do
Intensity’s not to be feared
It is not a taboo

It is the lifeblood of the strong
The hard, the ones that care
The warriors whose eyes burn as
Intensely as a flare

                              Miro

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Spoiling for a Fight

Spoiling for a Fight

There will always be people
Who will walk up to you
With a sneer upon their face
And hatred they will spew

They’ll be upset about something
That you have said or done
They’ll make it very evident
That their patience is none

They’ll point a finger at you and
Accuse you of wrongdoing
They’ll ‘let off steam’ by scolding you
And not themselves reviewing

Just the other day someone
Walked up to me and had
A complaint they wanted to air
They were upset a tad

I turned around in their driveway
And they saw fit to leave
Their home to walk up to me and
Proceed to bitch and grieve

At first I couldn’t hear their words
Because I wore earphones
Listening to relaxing
And harmonious tones

I thought it strange that this person
Who watched me like a hawk
When I put my car on their
Driveway would come and squawk

And not notice I couldn’t hear
While wearing my headset
Guess they were too busy being
Angry and upset

I turned off tunes to hear them say
They’ve had all they can take
For some reason this has caused them
A very heavy ache

They furrowed brow and spat their rage
And levied me a fee
Every single past offense
Was to be paid by me

All I saw was a small person
Petty, selfish, weak
The kind who gave lame compliments
But was quick to critique

I saw them spoiling for a fight
And wanting to provoke
The sleeping beast inside of me
Because their own awoke

The words of a great warrior
Echoed deep in my mind
My own patience and fortitude
His teachings did remind

He said that a true warrior
Will take control and act
A fool is someone who reflects
A fool will just react

A fool is one who will mimic
The weakness that they see
A fool allows attacker to
Decide who they will be

As this upset person who was
Spoiling for a fight
Spouted off their barbs I did not
Let their words incite

I simply held my tongue and gave
A warm and gentle smile
Not allowing them to change
My mood from peace to vile

The more that I simply smiled and
Remained completely silent
The more confused they seemed to get
Along with that, less violent

Their rage began to lose some steam
And they began to mumble
Loud and angry accusations
Now just a faint grumble

They turned around in confusion
And walked away, ashamed
At least that’s how it seemed to me
‘Cause my resolve had tamed

Whatever was inside of them
That hungered for a fight
Eager to explode over
Things so mundane and trite

When people think of warriors
They think of blood and death
The truth is that a warrior
Is all about deep breath

Patience, poise and full control
A loving, peaceful heart
Unwavering courage that
On others should impart

Never in a rage because
They didn’t get a want
Never letting go of peace
Because someone did taunt

Understanding that a battle
Is a last resort
Recognizing arguments
Are best to be kept short

And never spoiling for a fight
Or indulging one too
When petty people lose their calm
A warrior stays true

                               Miro

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Defining Moment

Defining Moment

I had a conversation with
A person recently
Come to think of it, I’ve had
This chit chat with many

The topic begins when the subject
Chooses to lash out
About something that’s raised their ire
Provoking them to pout

They bitch and moan and vent and cry
About how life’s not fair
They posture and they threaten that
No more abuse they’ll bare

They spout out negativity
And warn the world at large
That even though they’ll give what’s got
Somehow they’re still in charge

And there’s a few friends who will pander
Saying, “Right on, man!”
Encouraging their rigidness
Instead of love they can

Show to those who don’t know better
And haven’t got enough
But I’ll admit, love’s not so easy
When you’re acting tough

Instead of feeding their ego
And saying, “Spread the hate!”
I like to chime in with something
That reflects their current state

I read a book by Dan Millman
Called “Peaceful Warrior”
His teachings have opened my eyes
And made my spirit stir

Dan writes that we are not the past
We’re not our accolades
And not things that we hope to be
For those are just charades

The only thing we truly are
Is this very moment
This moment’s what defines you as
A light or a lament

The response I get from those who whine
Is usually the same
“Don’t worry, normally I am
Optimistic!” they exclaim

“Anyone who knows me knows
That I’m an upbeat person!”
They get defensive and upset
While “upbeat” mood does worsen

I like to keep in mind whenever
Something starts to irk
The writings of the Peaceful Warrior
To stop that hate knee-jerk

“We are this moment,” I recall
And let go of the past
Forget about the good will and
Good karma I’ve amassed

Let go of what I hope to be
Of goals not yet achieved
Of the saint that I could be
Whenever I am peeved

And focus on the man I am
At this moment in time
I am exactly how I deal
With this immoral crime

It motivates me to keep calm
And keep an open mind
To make me strong against their scorn
And to my ego, blind

The reaction’s always similar
From those who whine and cry
They take it far too personal
And storm out yelling “BYE!”

But just as in the Peaceful Warrior
When old Soc taught young Dan
After ego’s cooled itself
The seed’s sprouting began

The idea that past accolades
Don’t absolve us from right now
Begins to make more sense and grow
Into a constant vow

To always be defined by how
We deal with this moment
So are you one who’s positive
Or one who likes to vent?

                                 Miro

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Blessing

Blessing

The curse turned out to be
A blessing in disguise
The debt that wouldn’t settle
Turned out to be a prize

“Why me?” I’d always ask
To my Father up above
“Is this your wrath for my wrongdoings?
Don’t I deserve your love?”

Hurts kept piling up
Things kept going wrong
“A Modern Day Job”
Became my new theme song

Angry, I became
A lion fierce and fuming
A night that wouldn’t end
A dark conclusion looming

“No,” I’d catch myself
“There has to be a plan
An intricate scenario
Beyond this simple man”

“God is in control”
Became my daily prayer
I refused to beg for mercy
Or call His will unfair

Instead I found contentment
In the Bible’s 18th book
The story of much suffering
  A faith that never shook

“I can be that guy”
To myself I would inspire
I’ve worshiped through prosperity
I’ll worship through the dire

God won’t give you anything
That you cannot endure
In overcoming aches and pains
I started to mature

Patience that I’d always wanted
Began to form and grow
A temper that was quick to flare
Was now composed and slow

Not from booze, I’ve never been
The kind to drown my sorrow
And not from pills, the easy fix
That doesn’t last, I know

The patience came from dealing with
My problems right upfront
The courage to meet them face to face
And the nerve to take the brunt

So for the stabbing in my shoulder
And the knuckle in my neck
And all the other anguish
That’s left me quite a wreck

I’m thankful for it all
It’s made me who I am
The blessing turned an angry lion
Into a peaceful lamb

                              Miro