Hero

Hero

Heroes are what children need
As they begin to grow
Someone who values morals
And hard work won’t forgo

When I was a little boy
I knew a hero who
Embodied all the traits that I
Would employ when I grew

This hero worked his hardest to
Provide for all his kin
He put the needs of family
Before his own therein

He didn’t go out partying
And didn’t socialize
Every weekend, ‘cause to him
His family was the prize

Many times the places where
He worked would just close down
He never got depressed or drank
To make his sorrows drown

Tomorrow was a new day so
This hero hit the street
Never feeling anxious or
Dramatic or downbeat

He’d always find a new job ‘cause
The bosses plainly saw
A trait he had that somehow would
Employers always draw

His English wasn’t all that good
But his eyes did reveal
Fluently that this hero
Did his job with much zeal

He didn’t moan and whine and cry
When the work day began
He always gave his best and always
Acted like a man

He cared about the things that mattered
God, his kids, his wife
And didn’t give a crap about
The petty things in life

Like competition that so many
Wasted money on
While others were out making bets
This hero mowed his lawn

While others spent their dough on latest
Fashions, travel, cars
And blew all of their money at
The race tracks and the bars

This hero put in overtime
So that his house was paid
‘Cause he never believed in
Depending on bank’s aid

He never owned a credit card
Because it made no sense
To buy with money that you didn’t
Have in present tense

This hero may not have been a
Philosopher or scholar
But wisdom can also come from
Those who wear a blue collar

From him I learned integrity
From him I learned respect
I learned to stand up as a man
And as a man, protect

This hero taught me to say “No,
That doesn’t work for me”
He taught me sometimes you have to
Speak up and disagree

When someone doesn’t try their best
When someone drags their ass
When someone shows great disrespect
When someone shows no class

When someone doesn’t care as much
As you push yourself to
When someone takes for granted what
In life you can pursue

A child needs a hero as
It grows to an adult
Take it serious, don’t be
An aloof insult

To the concept of mentor
Teacher, trainer, guide
Be a hero so your kids
Remember you with pride

                                for Dad

Code of Bushidō: Honor (Meiyo)

Code of Bushidō: Honor (Meiyo)

Honor is integrity
Adherence to a code
Unimpaired and unwavered when
Others choose to goad

Honor’s not a part-time thing
No momentary lapses
In integrity when someone
Else’s peace collapses

Warrior’s will hold fast and
Honor the code they follow
With poise and grace through difficult
Times while others will wallow

Honor is a self-respect
That’s earned and can’t be bought
It cannot be stolen and to
The selfish can’t be taught

It is the courage and resolve
To make the right decision
Even when you’re not under
Anyone’s supervision

Honor is not sacrificed
To lie or cheat or steal
To take a shortcut that will make
An easier ordeal

The Warrior-Knights earned themselves
The reputation of
Being men of honor ‘cause
They held themselves above

Basic human desires
Like comfort, ease and pleasure
They knew pursuing just those things
Made men of little measure

Honor’s held in high regard
‘Cause it’s a selfless act
To sacrifice your own yearning
So that your code is backed

And it’s a virtue that lairs
And thieves cannot deny
They say “There goes a warrior
Who’s much stronger than I”

                            ~Miro

Conning God

“There is no God higher than truth.”  ~Mahatma Gandhi

Conning God

This message is for warriors
Who serve a higher power
An overseeing creator
Who lights their darkest hour

This message is a warning to
All those who think they’re clever
Who think that they can con God with
An effort or endeavour

The ones who perpetrate a farce
Of how busy they are
No time for their family
But time to hit the bar

Too busy to help some more
But some time left to view
All their favourite TV shows
Which waste time and subdue

They fool a number of people
“They seem so busy now!”
But here, today, I guarantee
And make them this stern vow:

One force that they cannot con
Is the one known as God
Despite their furrowed brow and stress
He sees through their facade

He knows the ones who are held back
By comfort, search of ease
And making more of what they do
Does nothing but displease

They cannot con a God and say
“I’m doing all I can!”
After all, He saw them walk
When they all could have ran

You cannot con a God and try
To be out for yourself
And every now and then disperse
A morsel of your wealth

Men and women are not hard
To cajole and convince
That is why the warrior
Will rarely ever mince

Their words to gain approval or
Acceptance of a peer
But God’s a different story, He
Can see the truth quite clear

He cannot be convinced, coerced
Persuaded or deceived
He knows our limits, not the ones
We wish to be perceived

If the day should come when you
Are before the Creator
I have a feeling He won’t be
That much of a debater

Techniques and tricks we use on others
To sell “busyness”
May enamour all of them
But God it won’t impress

Always hold on to this truth:
Our limits go beyond
What we think they are, and truth
Is something we can’t con

                   ~Miro

They Will Hate You

They Will Hate You

I make no promises
Other than this one
To everyone who follows
The warrior’s long run:

They will hate you

If you choose to be honest
And stand up for what’s right
You will draw all their anger
Their selfishness and spite

They will hate you

If you won’t sacrifice
Your own integrity
Just to make them happy
This I will guarantee:

They will hate you

If you won’t fire back
With anger, loathing, hate
If you will not reflect
The scorn that they create

They will hate you

If you make them all feel
Inferior because
You refuse to act
The way a hater does

They will hate you

If you show grace, control
And aren’t as sensitive
As the one that hates
And unlike them, forgive

They will hate you

But when you have withdrawn
Your light from their dark cave
And left them all alone
To their malice, a slave

To only be surrounded
By others just as dark
And wallowing in grief
Without even a spark

When posturing and ego
No longer come in play
And they are all alone
This truth will haunt their day:

They will miss you

                      ~Miro

Code of Bushidō: Honor (Meiyo)

Code of Bushidō: Honor (Meiyo)

Honor is integrity
Adherence to a code
Unimpaired and unwavered when
Others choose to goad

Honor’s not a part-time thing
No momentary lapses
In integrity when someone
Else’s peace collapses

Warrior’s will hold fast and
Honor the code they follow
With poise and grace through difficult
Times while others will wallow

Honor is a self-respect
That’s earned and can’t be bought
It cannot be stolen and to
The selfish can’t be taught

It is the courage and resolve
To make the right decision
Even when you’re not under
Anyone’s supervision

Honor is not sacrificed
To lie or cheat or steal
To take a shortcut that will make
An easier ordeal

The Warrior-Knights earned themselves
The reputation of
Being men of honor ‘cause
They held themselves above

Basic human desires
Like comfort, ease and pleasure
They knew pursuing just those things
Made men of little measure

Honor’s held in high regard
‘Cause it’s a selfless act
To sacrifice your own yearning
So that your code is backed

And it’s a virtue that lairs
And thieves cannot deny
They say “There goes a warrior
Who’s much stronger than I”

                            ~Miro

Hero

Hero

Heroes are what children need
As they begin to grow
Someone who values morals
And hard work won’t forgo

When I was a little boy
I knew a hero who
Embodied all the traits that I
Would employ when I grew

This hero worked his hardest to
Provide for all his kin
He put the needs of family
Before his own therein

He didn’t go out partying
And didn’t socialize
Every weekend, ‘cause to him
His family was the prize

Many times the places where
He worked would just close down
He never got depressed or drank
To make his sorrows drown

Tomorrow was a new day so
This hero hit the street
Never feeling anxious or
Dramatic or downbeat

He’d always find a new job ‘cause
The bosses plainly saw
A trait he had that somehow would
Employers always draw

His English wasn’t all that good
But his eyes did reveal
Fluently that this hero
Did his job with much zeal

He didn’t moan and whine and cry
When the work day began
He always gave his best and always
Acted like a man

He cared about the things that mattered
God, his kids, his wife
And didn’t give a crap about
The petty things in life

Like competition that so many
Wasted money on
While others were out making bets
This hero mowed his lawn

While others spent their dough on latest
Fashions, travel, cars
And blew all of their money at
The race tracks and the bars

This hero put in overtime
So that his house was paid
‘Cause he never believed in
Depending on bank’s aid

He never owned a credit card
Because it made no sense
To buy with money that you didn’t
Have in present tense

This hero may not have been a
Philosopher or scholar
But wisdom can also come from
Those who wear a blue collar

From him I learned integrity
From him I learned respect
I learned to stand up as a man
And as a man, protect

This hero taught me to say “No,
That doesn’t work for me”
He taught me sometimes you have to
Speak up and disagree

When someone doesn’t try their best
When someone drags their ass
When someone shows great disrespect
When someone shows no class

When someone doesn’t care as much
As you push yourself to
When someone takes for granted what
In life you can pursue

A child needs a hero as
It grows to an adult
Take it serious, don’t be
An aloof insult

To the concept of mentor
Teacher, trainer, guide
Be a hero so your kids
Remember you with pride

                                for Dad

R.I.P. Respect

R.I.P. Respect

I have a friend who is now gone
Buried long ago
That I still pay tribute to
‘Cause I can’t let it go

I should move on and stop thinking
About what he entailed
Forget about the influence
He tried to make and failed

I don’t remember the exact
Date he passed away
There was no ceremony or
A prearranged bouquet

And despite the little change
That his presence did make
It doesn’t stop the ones who saw
From missing him with ache

The one I speak of had on me
A long-lasting effect
The dearly departed went by
The simple name, “Respect”

As years go by, I miss how he
Would honor and relate
Jealousy was not something
Respect had as a trait

Nor was ego, he would never
Put himself ahead
Of any other person, he’d
Give of himself instead

Respect stood up to greet you and
Would come to shake your hand
You’d never catch him glancing and
Giving you a bland

“Sup?” and showing no interest
No passion, no rapport
He didn’t make you feel like you
Were just another bore

Respect would keep his word to you
And keep it right away
He knew the things you do were more
Vital than things you say

Respect did not need explanation
When you had failed him
He gave benefit of the doubt
Instead of thinking grim

And most of all, he wasn’t lazy
Respect was pure effort
Never missed the chance to help
Or defend or assert

He’s dead and buried, killed by men
Who think just of themselves
Of their own prizes that they can
Stack up upon their shelves

I still pay tribute to my friend
When others I do meet
By treating them just how I think
Respect would always treat

With full attention, courtesy
And honor and regard
Although his body’s been long cold
His influence dies hard

                              Miro

Puppet

Puppet

There’s a man who’s boss of many
The head of all the grunts
He has to deal with grievances
From many different fronts

The problem is he’s not the top
Official at his firm
The ones above him pull his strings
And make this puppet squirm

I see him hunch and droop his head
And not make eye contact
Strikes me as a man who’s had
His integrity cracked

I used to think him cowardly
And without a spine
When the higher ups compelled
To lie, he would incline

But now I see him differently
Although he’s still a coward
I can’t help think that he was once
Sincere before he soured

I think that way because he doesn’t
Strike me as a snake
There’s remnants of nobility
He just can’t seem to shake

He doesn’t talk from both sides of
His mouth and doesn’t swell
Whenever he is peddling
The tripe his honchos sell

When I look closer, now I see
He knows what he’s become
A puppet dangled on its strings
Who’s conscience has gone numb

Now, I don’t know why this man chose
The path that he has taken
Maybe something in his life
Has left him weak and shaken

Maybe he has family
And has those mouths to feed
Something tells me that it wasn’t
Chosen out of greed

But even still, when you don’t stand
Against something that’s wrong
When you quake in selfish fear
Your honor won’t last long

Every person that we come
Across has something to
Instill in us; experience,
And wisdom to imbue

I look at this pathetic man
And don’t feel an outrage
That he sits by and worries of
Himself and his own wage

And I don’t feel sympathy for
The shell that he now is
His honor could have been saved if
He just got out the biz

Or stood against the ones that only
Care about the buck
But he let them tie strings to him
And now this puppet’s stuck

I feel a swell of pride come up
When I remember that
Every time they tried with me
I just denied them flat

“Wrong is wrong” I said to them
And severed every string
And in the end, was vindicated
(Although I felt time’s sting)

But over time my legs have strengthened
Standing on my own
While puppet’s muscles atrophy
And whither to the bone

The puppet dangles on his line
A warning to us all
Better stand for your own code
Than for their strings befall

                                  Miro