A Word of Thanks

A Word of Thanks

I’d like to take a moment to express my gratitude to all of the readers here on WordPress for their wonderful comments. I’ve seen the words “beautiful” and “powerful” used to describe my writing so many times here. I can’t express fully how much it means to see someone have the courage to say that out loud (or in print, I guess). For many years I felt compelled to follow the Way of the Warrior before I even knew it by that name. Concepts like honor, integrity, grace, selflessness, courage and beauty have always been driving motivators in my life, and there have been many people who have either failed to recognize, or doubted and accused me of not being genuine. The naysayers played a huge part in my seeking out and discovering the Way of the Warrior as well. It’s a path blazed in solitude, and it flies in the face of the comfortable, traditional and popular concepts many people choose to adhere to like cliques, groups, churches and cults. I took the concept of “surround yourself with the people you want to be like and cut out the ones who are negative, pessimistic and selfish” to the extreme and needless to say, it’s resulted in far fewer texts, e-mails and cell phone calls. :)  

I’ve never needed anyone to tell me that what I was doing was “powerful” or “beautiful” because *I* knew it, and that was enough for me. However, it is nice to know I’m not completely alone. It’s lovely to see another person every once in a while when you’re roaming the desert in solitude, no? :)  Although in the words of Heraclitus, 10 in every 100 shouldn’t even be here and 80 are just targets, it’s reassuring to see some fighters and sometimes even a Warrior drop by this blog. It’s nice to know you’re out there roaming too.

Thank you for gracing me with your own power and beauty.

~Miro

Remembering

Remembering

When I wake in my bed
Soft pillow under head
I remember

As I watch stunning dawn
While I put my clothes on
I remember

When I go grab a seat
To have something to eat
I remember

As I drive off to work
And the streets aren’t berserk
I remember

As I look at the sky
And see no warships fly
I remember

As I think of my rights
Which were won through your fights
I remember

As I think of the men
Who will not breathe again
I remember

The price that you paid
So we’re not afraid
I remember

The freedom of speech
And for our dreams to reach
I remember

To praise a Creator
And not a dictator
I remember

When troubles arise
I’ve no moans or cries
‘Cause I remember

I won’t disrespect
All you did protect
‘Cause I remember

That it cost you your lives
But your legend survives
‘Cause I remember

I’ll always remember…

                                                        In remembrance of every warrior
                                                 who sacrificed everything
                              for an ideal
                                  for a cause
                             for us

Bad is Good

“Where there is no pain, there is no gain. Suffering and sacrifice build scar tissue that will make you tougher and stronger.” ~Warrior

Bad Is Good

The key to rising up and having
A new attitude
Is to look on to “bad things” and
Change how they all are viewed

Something that’s uncomfortable
Must be looked forward to
Something that is really hard
Is something you won’t rue

Something that’s embarrassing
Should be empowering
Something that is not much fun
Should integrity bring

Someone who is an asshole
Should not be avoided
Confronting them is how your inner
Warrior is fed

Problems, struggles, challenges
I feel so grateful for
Luxury and comfort I
Now despise and abhor

Because I’ve sat and pondered how
Those things have made me stray
All those things have ever done
Is strengthening delay

Next time something sucks, is crap
Is gross, rough, “meh” or bad
DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE COMPLAIN
Roll sleeves up and be glad

Redefine and see the things
You’ve been told to not want
Those things society says that
Should stress, annoy and taunt

ARE ACTUALLY THE GOOD THINGS THAT
HELP YOU TO BECOME STRONGER
Don’t adhere to “bad is bad”
One single second longer

                                        ~Miro

Survivor

“I once had four brothers, and now I’m not even a brother.” ~Kevin Von Erich

Survivor

This is the legend of a man
Whose brothers numbered four
The five performed for thousands who
Did admire and adore

The eldest was the Yellow Rose
Of Texas, big bad Dave
This ornery tall cowboy was
Rambunctious, just and brave

Second was the Golden Warrior
Kevin, more soft spoken
The graceful barefoot hero whose
Focus and poise were token

Brother number three was Kerry
Muscle upon muscle
In the gym, the Modern Day
Warrior showed great hustle

Brothers number four and five
Were Michael and young Chris
They both possessed the same heart which
Nobody could dismiss

At first it seemed the tale would be
About a dynasty
The legend of five brothers and their
Endless winning spree

But life does not always work out
Exactly how it’s planned
This legend was not of success
But what one can withstand

The first to go was Yellow Rose
And thousands came to mourn
But no one took it harder than
The four who had been born

By the same mother, and three years
Later Michael followed
Leaving three remaining brothers
Feeling as if swallowed

By grief, despair and sadness and
In four years Chris fell too
The youngest of the boys had let
Too much heartache accrue

The pair of brother warriors
Remaining tried their best
To persevere, but Kerry had
Endured an extra test

He’d wiped out on his bike and lost
His right foot so his pain
Was physical as well and led
To drugs which strength did drain

And two years after Chris had died
The Texas Tornado
Had fought as long as he could and
Felt it was time to go

Shortly after that, their father
Joined his boys as well
Leaving one survivor to
On whole tragedy dwell

For years the crowd would wonder how
Much longer he would last
Rarely had one person had
So much sadness amassed

But years went by and legend changed
To one of strength and hoping
All by himself this survivor
Wrote a legend of coping

An influential lore of how
One must let go, move on
No matter what you lose, tomorrow
Always brings new dawn

A legend of the power of
Not focusing on loss
Finding peace and strength from friends
And the Man on the cross

Being grateful for the things
That still remain in life
His faithful fans, his children and
For thirty years, his wife

This legend of a survivor
Should serve to carry you
In times of tragedy and loss
It’s helped me carry through

And though the Golden Warrior
Is a brother no longer
He’s been blessed as a father of
Brothers making him stronger

Always keep in mind your legend
Isn’t ever finished
As long as you do not let grief
Make your spirit diminished

Survive the trials and the tests
Survive life’s very worst
Survive the feelings that you are
Unlucky or are cursed

Take control of destiny
And with warrior strength
Become a survivor who will
Endure at any length

                                      ~for Kevin

Good Boy

“Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.” ~Agnes Sligh Turnbull

Good Boy

I’ve lost grandfathers and grandmothers
Uncles and friends, a few
But none of them has left me feeling
Quite as sad and blue

As when my Husky-Shepherd, Bear
Did pass away this week
It’s the first time in years that my
Eyes have been moved to leak

My tears are flowing ‘cause Bear was
My loyalist of friends
He’d run beside me anywhere
To the Earth’s very ends

At forty-seven kilos he was
Aptly named as “Bear”
But despite his powerful frame
There was love in his stare

Happiness and joy, he was
My puppy ‘till the last
Gliding gracefully on sidewalks
I was not as fast

He was my trainer, pushing me
To try harder each day
When we hit hills and I could not
Go on, he’d pull away

I’m thankful for those moments of
Heaven he gave to me
Fast and free was what he knew
True happiness to be

I’m grateful that I did not have
To watch my stalwart pal
Grow old and weak and fall apart
Slow down and lose morale

He was old only for a day
With stooped back and head low
We took him for a car ride and he
Felt the cool wind blow

We told him that we loved him and
That he was a good boy
We let him know how much he meant
How much he had brought joy

His suffering did not last long
Bear liked all things full blast
And so I shouldn’t be surprised
His old age didn’t last

My puppy lay there peacefully
As beautiful as ever
A sheen on his soft fur is how
I’ll think of him forever

Great big powerful paws that
Had pulled me on our runs
Somehow still so delicate
After hauling those tons

The backyard seems so empty now
His presence resonates
“Beware of Dog” still on the fence
His claw marks on the gates

When I was young I wondered why
The dog was “man’s best friend”
It wasn’t ‘till my puppy passed
That I did comprehend

Their love is unconditional
Their loyalty unmatched
Their place within our heart secure
Once onto us they’ve latched

I wish I could have been as loyal
Loving and devoted
I wish that all of his traits had
Been acknowledged and noted

Before he was no longer here
But that is a dog’s duty
To be ahead of the pack when it
Comes to showing beauty

To show us humans how it’s done
To smile through it all
To live a life with vigor and
When gone, to make us bawl

Good bye, old friend, old warrior
I’ll miss you very much
I’ll miss your great big howl and
Your soft and gentle touch

Good bye my beautiful best friend
Our time I did enjoy
Good bye, Bear Dog, you Big Smelly
You were such a good boy

                                   ~for Bear
                                         2001-2012

Woe is Me

“Do not listen to those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious.” ~Og Mandino

Woe is Me

Allow me to use my soap box
To cry about my woes
I’d like to writhe in misery
And focus on my lows

I will express ingratitude
By focusing on times
That hurt, frustrated, caused me stress
The awful unjust crimes

Instead of thinking all about
The good things in my life
A father, mother, brothers, sisters
Nieces, nephew, wife

Employment when so many can’t
Get hired anywhere
Ability to walk when some
Are confined to wheelchair

Woe is me! Forget all that!
This is about my hurt!
Because I didn’t get the things
For which I did exert!

My fears about the things I’ll lose
My angst for selfish wants
My nightmares that I can’t let go
Of old forgotten haunts

I take the time to create this
And hope it will be read
Because I need someone to say
“Please feel better instead!”

And I will still not figure out
It won’t do any good
Until I stop my complaining
And do the thing I should

Because a write of angst does not
Inspire or empower
It helps not author or reader
To light their darkest hour

Perhaps some day I will attain
This universal fact:
That woe is NOT me, I am not
Damaged, broken or cracked

I have a well of strength within
Of love and grace and peace
But when I cry about myself
All of these virtues cease

Anyways, back to my tears
And bitter agony
My torture, torment, misery
My me and me and me

Let me know how much you care
By saying “It’s alright!”
“Hope that you feel better soon!”
And “Have a pleasant night!”

We’ll keep it up ‘till one of us
Sees that it goes nowhere
And recognizes there’s no point
To writings of despair

(In case you cannot detect my
Sarcasm in this write
I am not really suffering
From anguish or from plight

I am a warrior which means
When going does get tough
I do not cry, instead I say
“I haven’t had enough!

One more just like that and then
Another if you please!”
Think of this woeful poem
As just a little tease)

                               ~Miro

+ Connections

+ Connections

Hi there reader, Miro here
I wrote this rhyme for you
Because I wanted to show thanks
And take a moment to

Tell you how much that it means
When you have read my piece
I love it when you do respond
Or make the “Likes” increase

I write these rhymes because I see
All that you have inside
The potential to try harder
They’re not meant as a guide

They’re intended to remind you
Of greatness that’s been there
All along within you but
You’ve ceased to be aware

I never did it for reward
Or praise or accolades
I have so little use for those
Shallow little charades

But something great has come about
Since starting this endeavour
Positive connections with
People that I have never

Had the fortune to encounter
In the past before
So many upbeat folks who
Don’t think that life’s a bore

Supportive and encouraging
People who share their light
And love with other people so
That the world is more bright

So thank you for the connection
Of positivity
You’ve helped this warrior poet
Be all that he can be

                          ~Miro

Little Revelations

Little Revelations

It’s in the little things we do
And say that we reveal
Who we really are and how
We think and act and feel

Many are quite good at putting
On a phony face
They smile and laugh and try to charm
But they don’t have real grace

Because when opportunity
To show their true self comes
They are revealed by stressing out
Or madly flapping gums

They may put up the image that
They work hard for their dough
But taking elevators for
Two flights of stairs does show

That they will take all shortcuts that
Will cause them to sweat less
It’s in the little things like this
That these people confess

It’s when a person tells a tale
And it’s responded to
With little zeal and then the speaker
Recites their own view

Always changing the subject
To themselves and their tales
A revelation of ego
In the smallest details

It’s also so important to
Notice the little facts
That show people to be selfless
Those little, caring acts

A smile and a hello when
You walk by in the hall
A compliment, encouragement
A sudden, random call

Every single thing we do
Reveals to everyone
How much effort that we really
Put in this life’s run

Think about it next time that
You think it doesn’t matter
Of the two I’ve talked about
Are you the first or latter?

                          ~Miro