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Doors
A poem from
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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
The Essence of Manhood
A Warrior’s Definition of Fear
Strangers
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
Champion Warrior
My good friend Fitz “The Whip” Vanderpool just won the Canadian Middleweight Title in his mid 40′s despite most people telling him he was too old. Once again, the Whip proves that “With Hope, It’s Possible!”
Champion Warrior
They told him “It’s too late, old man”
“You’re much too old to fight”
But Fitz “The Whip” knew that to be
Judged by age isn’t right
Those who judged were short sighted
And didn’t see the training
The heart, desire, sacrifice
The passion still remaining
The board, the public, so many
Gave doubt and disbelief
They tried to steal his Hope and tried
To fill his heart with grief
But Champions are not affected
By another’s words
Champions are not sheep that
Walk along with the herds
Champions look within and
They listen to themselves
A Champion sees strength inside
And bravely, deeper delves
A Champion does not hear what
The pessimists do warn
A Champion blocks it all out
‘Cause Champions were born
To jab, to hook, to uppercut
To fight ‘till final round
To take all that life has to give
And pound and pound and pound
And rip respect from clutches of
Those who don’t try their best
To take it by force from all those
Who much prefer to rest
Congratulations, Champion
You have proven once more
That with Hope it is possible
Now no one can ignore
~Congrats Fitz “The Whip” Vanderpool, 45 years young
New National Boxing Authority Middleweight Champion
March 2nd, 2013
Spread The Fear
Spread the Fear
The radio turns on to wake you
For the next work day
The first thing that you hear is how
The world is in dismay
People being run over
By cars that fled the scene
Another child missing and
Another murdered teen
A cop shot down by bad guys while
Making an arrest
Right between the eyes and then
A couple in the chest
Earthquakes tearing buildings down
And storms that loom ahead
The more you tune in to the grief
The more the fear is spread
It slowly crawls off of the page,
TV, or radio
And creeps into your mind where it
Will never cease to grow
Countries warring with each other
“What if it spreads here?”
Economy is crashing, “I’ll lose
All things I hold dear!”
And more you fear, the more you’ll tune
Back into the fear vendors
Hoping that someone will rise
To become our defenders
Surprise, surprise, there’s just more fear
There’s just more ache and dread
Just more reasons to stay home
And not get out of bed
At some point you have to admit
That what they’re dolling out
Is no different than a drug
That you snort up your snout
Tuning in to hear the constant
Destruction and death
Makes you just like a junkie
Who’s addicted to meth
You’ve snorted, shot up and smoked it
So long that now you’re hooked
“A car crash on the 401?
Ah, now I’m feeling cooked”
“I’ve gotta see the news tonight!
Some kid got knifed at school!”
And when that story’s done, you’ll wait
For the next piece that’s cruel
I turned my news off long ago
When it was clear to me
That every venue in the news
Reported “balance free”
They focused more on fear and dread
And less on things with hope
Their business is in dealing their
Despair inducing dope
I know this for a fact because
I put them to the test
Recently when I embarked
An altruistic quest
I set out to raise funds and hope
For cancer patients who
Are battling a bigger fear
Than news could ever brew
Some local papers said to me
“We’ll think about it some”
Guess they needed time to try
To spin it as more glum
And others, no response at all
Not interested in hope
More concerned with spreading fear
Than helping patients cope
Same goes for the TV stations
All except for one
Not enamoured with the tale
Since there’s no smoking gun
Point proven both to myself
And hopefully to you
About the kind of message that
The newsman likes to spew
You won’t find hope or strength or faith
When you go turn that dial
All they want to dispense is
All of their fearful bile
Stop the spread and tune out from
The news that does no good
The stories that discourage you
From seeing things that could
Set your mind at ease and rouse
Your passion and your nerve
To realize the greatest purpose
In life is to serve
The fear wants you to stay inside
And keep serving their needs
Listening to their commercials
Bringing them proceeds
The fear will keep you in your house
Curled up in a scared ball
Only when you turn it off
Can you start walking tall
~Miro
Dark and Quiet
Dark & Quiet
This message is more specific
Than most that I do write
It’s directed at people who
Wage a similar fight
It’s for those who are dealing with
A chronic kind of pain
Physical in body or
Emotional in brain
I’ve managed to reintegrate
Myself in the workforce
After years of having my
Ailments take me off course
I was not able to pick up
Exactly where I’d left
Some factors had to be tweaked and
Conditions made bereft
When one is constantly in pain
Your senses grow intense
Making things a bit darker
Serves as a good defense
The normal lighting tubes above
Which most will pay no mind
Over prolonged hours cause
Fatigue is what I find
And so I’ve made an effort to
Keep man-made light around
Dimmer than normal in order
To feel much less wound
Darkened lenses on my glasses
Also help to serve
To block excessive lighting in
Which plucks the painful nerve
Yes, some will look at you strange
Or say, “You think you’re cool?”
But to me, he who worries of
Such things is the real fool
The other factor that has helped
Is to keep the noise low
I’ve made an effort to stay clear
Of those who do bellow
And speak more loudly than is needed
All that extra noise
Over time will only serve
To erode all your poise
The truth is that most people talk
Far more than is required
And I have learned that excess only
Leads to getting tired
I choose my actions carefully
And made what I have last
And that applies to talking when
I’m contacted or asked
It isn’t necessary to
Just yammer on all day
And being one who has learned this
I like to stay away
From those who have no concept of
“Enough” because they just
Serve to be another pain
That is upon me thrust
Dark and quiet’s how I work
And where my peace does thrive
Dark and quiet’s how this broken
Vessel does survive
You cannot stop your body from
Breaking down, but you can
Change your outside factors and
Devise a fitting plan
To work around what holds you back
But you must have the guts
To make accommodations even
If they’ll think you’re nuts
~Miro
The Hagakure: Bushido - The Way of the Warrior is the Way of Death
Review: Hagakure
Yamamoto Tsunetomo
Bushido: The Way of the Warrior is the Way of Death
I could see this book becoming easily misunderstood. It brims with warrior energy—especially beneficial for someone going through a particularly low or troubling period of their life where they need some motivation and can vicariously appreciate the struggles of others.
The simple message of the book is this: in order to master yourself you need to kill your self.
The Way of the Warrior is (ego)Death
"In order to master yourself you need to kill your self."
The key to change. Most will take these words literally and balk, but 1-in-100 will see the true message in these words. The "SELF" is the Ego. It's only concerned about itSELF. It's own feelings, comfort and joy. The Warrior is SELFless. It is what enables them to face challenges head-on and endure more in the name of love & grace than those who only worry about themSELVES.
YOU Are The Problem
YOU Are The Problem
This message goes to anyone
Who struggles with a vice
And thinks that outside factors are
At fault, YOU should think twice
Do not blame your shortcomings
On anything but YOU
It’s time YOU took a moment from
Complaining to review
That YOU’re the one who isn’t trying
Hard enough to make
Your situation any better
And deal with your ache
YOU’re the one who lets others
Get all under your skin
That hands over the power to
Others who deal chagrin
YOU’re the one who isn’t trying
Hard enough to break
Bad habits, to realize
Giving in’s a mistake
YOU can’t blame the weather or
Blame the economy
It doesn’t take a microscope
To be able to see
That most things wrong in your life are
Because of YOU and how
YOU sit and play passenger
And constantly allow
Stressing factors to control
Your mood, your joy, your fear
Take a look in the mirror
And the real problem’s clear:
A person who can take control
But chooses to sit back
And hopes that things will get better
And prays to God for slack
The problem won’t be solved until
The person in the mirror
Leans a little closer and
Sees themselves a bit clearer
Sees the dormant Warrior
That’s sleeping deep inside
Realize the Creator
Already did provide
Everything that YOU need to
Conquer all of your fears
All of your frustrations and
Explore all new frontiers
Awake that fighting spirit deep
Inside YOU and YOU’ll see
The Warrior within YOU will
Proceed to set YOU free
Of all of your temptations and
Your shortcomings, your flaws
YOU’ll find that where before YOU ran
Your Warrior now draws
Strength from situations that
Would usually just drain
Everything’s a challenge to be
Conquered, even pain
Let the spirit of your Warrior
Awake and solve
The root of the problem and all
Your vices will dissolve
~Miro
