Tree holocaust

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Tree holocaust

Murdered trees adorn the curbs
Amongst the stinking trash
For ten years they grew beautifully
Then chopped down in a flash

Decorated for two weeks
Then discarded as junk
The ignorance behind their death
Puts me in a small funk

Idiots and imbeciles
Defend their lack of thought
By just repeating what their parents
And grandparents taught:

“They grow them for this reason, to
Be chopped down for this day!”
With all due respect, to hell
With what these people say

To hell with things they tell themselves
To justify the greed
Of killing something ten years old
Just to selfishly feed

Their desire to decorate
Their living room and smell
That “fresh pine scent” that emanates
From evergreen’s dead shell

And when Christmas is over and
The needles start to fall
Time to kick it to the curb
And next year, have the gall

To kill another decade old
Tree that was “meant to die”
Just another sign of how
Mankind has gone awry

                                    ~Miro

Same Old Same Old

Yawn

Same Old Same Old

“Lately” I hear people say
“There aren’t many who go
The extra mile, try harder
Who want to learn and grow”

It’s the word “lately” that makes me
Laugh a Warrior’s laugh
There’s nothing recent about the
Urge to only give “half”

It’s not just in the past ten years
That people have tried less
It has been thousands of years that
They’ve chosen to regress

For those who’ve only recently
Noticed the downward spiral
Welcome to being awake
To selfishness gone viral

There are those who are new to this
And they will act so shocked
“I can’t believe! I can’t believe!”
They’ve talked and talked and talked

But Warriors know very well
On which world they do dwell
They aren’t surprised when ugliness
Sprouts from this same old hell

They aren’t surprised, they don’t act shocked
They aren’t appalled or mad
They don’t treat laziness or selfishness
As a new fad

It is as old as the hills, mountains
Rivers, lakes and seas
The selfish quest for comfort, luxury
Enjoyment, ease

The Warrior accepts what is
The same old same old same
And they do not cry out in anger
Or try to lay blame

What it is is what it is
And all that one can do
Is disagree with how things are
And not let it change you

Not let other’s laziness
Stop you from choosing to
Walk an extra mile when
Another beckons you

Not let other’s fear distract
From what needs to be done
Not let other’s threats dissuade
And make you turn and run

Same old selfish, thoughtless world
With many who are dense
Who are oblivious, ungrateful
And take great offense

Nothing new about it, folks
It’s been that way forever
And since the dawn of time, there’s been
Warriors who would never

Let such fearful, selfish, shabby
People influence
Their attitude, their emotions
Their mood or common sense

                               ~Miro

Chill Pill

Chill Pill

The dopey eyed and lazy sloth
Says “Take a chill pill, pal!”
He sees the Warrior’s passion
And wants to kill morale

“Chill pill?” the Warrior does ask
“To mellow out? Not care?”
The Warrior does ask the sloth
With his intense, cold stare

“Yeah man,” the sloth does respond
“Just chill, it doesn’t matter”
The Warrior holds his hand up
He’s heard enough sloth chatter

“Doesn’t matter?” Warrior grins
“That is where you are wrong
NEVER DOES IT NOT MATTER!”
He says loud, stern and strong

“What you are’s a cancer on
All people of the world”
The Warrior accuses as
Admonishment is hurled

“Your apathy does suck the life
Of all those passionate
You try to turn them into people
Who don’t give a shit”

The Warrior steps forward and
Now he stands nose to nose
The sloth’s heart starts to race, the Warrior’s
Heart only slows

He takes a slow, deep breath and says
With calm, unnerved boldness:
“Take your chill pill, choke on it
You apathetic mess”

NEVER let someone tell you
That you need to chill out
If it concerns anything that
You’re passionate about

Tell them to just choke on it
I swear they won’t be missed
One less sloth’s lack of passion
To make Warriors pissed

                               ~Miro

Not That Busy

“When you are asked if you can do a job, tell ‘em, ‘Certainly I can!’ Then get busy and find out how to do it.” ~Theodore Roosevelt

Not That Busy

A peculiar phenomenon
That I have always seen
Takes place whenever someone’s asked
To come out and convene

To take part in a get-together
With like-minded folks
There always seems to be a few
Who you just cannot coax

Because they’re “busy,” they have something
Going on that day
A thing that only takes up just
A fragment of their play

I’ve heard it time and time again,
“I’ve already made plans”
But what they say they’re busy with
Only few hours spans

I’ve even heard some blow it up
To wipe out a weekend
Events only four hours long
To the next day transcend

What is it about the mind
That says “You must recover”
“Write off the next day as well
For fear fatigue will hover”

I’ve heard some say they couldn’t make
A two minute phone call
Because they were so “busy” that
They were not free to stall

And yet I’ve seen those same people
With no minutes to spare
Drop it all to sit before
The TV and just stare

Watch their shows and movies and
Play endless video games
And later boast about their busy
Non-stop hectic claims

You’re not that busy, no one is
Don’t let your mind run wild
Don’t fall for thinking there are too
Many duties compiled

Call yourself on your B.S.
And don’t exaggerate
Never act as though you have
Far too much on your plate

Because each person knows the truth
That we are not that busy
Very few of us do reach
The point of being dizzy

Do not let your mind inflate
What’s being asked of you
And for the tasks you have right now
Take moment to review

Are you really that busy?
Is time really that rare?
Is stopping for a moment something
You would never dare?

I can only speak for one
In complete honesty
It wasn’t until I admitted
“I’m not that busy”

That my production level rose
And my training began
And people started calling me
“A wise, hard working man”

                         ~Miro

Soft Times

“Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Soft Times

This ain’t the age of warriors
Of that there’s little doubt
The world in which we live in is
One where the soft have clout

It is the age of convenience
Where everything’s “right now”
Everything is “instantly”
With no time to allow

Everything at fingertips
And no patience required
Is it any wonder why
There are so few inspired?

Everything is effortless
But they can’t figure out
Even with this convenience
How to make folks not pout

They constantly complain and whine
About how life is hard
Very few do see that life
Today’s as soft as lard

Bad choices are everywhere
Junk food on every street
Liquor, drugs and luxury
The body does mistreat

The warrior’s a different breed
They’re not afraid to turn
Their backs on all these soft pleasures
Because for more they yearn

Patience, strength and grace which comes
From saying “Not for me”
They aren’t afraid to put chests out
And say “I disagree”

They do not eat when not hungry
For sake of socializing
They do not have another drink
And thereby compromising

Their set of values and virtues
They are not out to please
And all the luxuries in life
To them will not appease

Because the warrior knows that
Like warriors before
All their virtues are not forged
In comfort but in war

The war on ease and laziness
On convenience and leisure
This is why when gadgets bust
The warrior won’t seizure

When other doodads and knicknacks
Go on the fritz and break
The warrior has patience and
Does not become a flake

They do not get frustrated ‘cause
That is a soft reaction
The warrior’s as hard as stone
And suffers no distraction

Because they see the soft times that
Surround them and they say:
“Keep your fancy instant toys
Which frustrate and dismay

We are descendants of the ones
Who needed nothing more
Than what’s already inside us:
Our solid, sturdy core”

                               ~Miro

Comfortable Warriors

“If you don’t step out of your comfort zone and face your fears, the number of situations that make you uncomfortable will keep growing.” ~Theo Pistorius

Comfortable Warriors

Many words describe the ones
Who go by “warrior”
Peace and strength and grace and love
And selflessness infer

So do intensity and
Resolve, patience, courage
Balance, focus, fortitude
All these traits encourage

Notice nowhere is “comfort”
Listed in these virtues
Many “warriors” fall short
If there’s a threat of bruise

Or scrape or bleeding, broken bones
Or excess of much sweat
Or discomfort not physical
Like topics that upset

Uncomfortable issues like
Sickness, hardship or rape
The “Comfortable Warrior” makes
An impatient escape

The true warrior knows there isn’t
Comfort down the road
They understand that true peace comes
When comfort does erode

When one no longer strives just to
Make their lives more relieved
The warrior views comfort seekers
As ones to be grieved

Sad and selfish cowards who
Resemble pigs in muck
Wallowing in nothingness
And hoping for good luck

Striving for control so that
Their lives are convenient
Running from uncomfortable
Is how their lives are spent

Warriors say “Let it hurt!”
“I will survive the day!”
“I have no fear of awkward or
Unpleasant words they’ll say!”

“I’ve given up my search for comfort
For something much greater:
To fulfill all the potential
Instilled by my creator!”

‘Cause when He made the warriors
He said, “This won’t be pleasant
You never will grow in wisdom
When your comfort is present

But if you do accept a life
Unsheltered and devoid
Of convenience and luxury
And comfort you avoid

You will find your true strength and peace
And grace does lie within
The very same place that your comfort
Hasn’t ever been”

                            ~Miro

Training

Training

There was a warrior poet
By name of Archilochus
Who’s motto about life
Has given me great focus

He said “We don’t rise to
Our expectation’s level
We fall down to our training”
This concept does dishevel

Many people who
Like to procrastinate
Who like to put off things
Until a later date

Lazy people who
Do not put in the work
Who have the chance to train
But always choose to shirk

And when the pressure’s on
They hope that they will rise
But do not see that lack
Of training’s their demise

There is a reason why
Our champions are great
They possessed common sense
To not just sit and wait

They trained themselves each day
And when their moment came
The level of their training
Is what achieved acclaim

There’s reasons why people
Who have gained much success
Got it and it’s not
Because Lord did bless

It’s ‘cause they did the training
They engaged every day
As a chance to try
To strengthen in some way

To deal with things like stress
And plans not going right
To not let disappointments
Dishevel or incite

So do you have a goal?
A dream you wish to chase?
Will you do the training?
Will you pick up the pace?

Do you have the patience
To understand it takes
A champion much time?
That there aren’t lucky breaks?

That you will not rise to
The level of ambition?
Instead you will fall to
Whatever your condition

Is when moment comes
The shape that you are in
Based on how you’ve trained
Decides a loss or win

                             Miro

You’re vs Your

You’re vs Your

It’s gotten out of hand, I just
Can’t take it anymore
Does anyone still remember
How to use “you’re” and “your?”

If I see one more person write
“Your funny” on the net
I may do something with my laptop
That I will regret

It’s not “you’re house” or “you’re city”
Nor is it “your welcome”
I’m being so bombarded that
I feel I’ll soon succumb

To using these improperly
Because of sheer exposure
It’s enough to make you lose
All of you’re composure

Because your constantly seeing
No one give a care
How did proper grammar become
So extremely rare?

You’re average Joe just can’t seem to
Grasp simple concepts like
Abbreviating “you are” by
Making “a” take a hike

And separating both the sides
With an apostrophe
What’s the matter, don’t have enough
Time to find that key?

Is it missing from you’re phone?
Or maybe your too busy?
Wait a second, is that right?
I’m feeling a bit dizzy

I think I’ll go and lie down while
Your reading this here ballad
And if you’re built-in spell check thinks
That my grammar is valid

If your finished reading this
And can’t find my mistakes
If nothing here seems incorrect
If you’re head never shakes

I’ll firmly plant my face inside
My palm to show the fail
Because my sarcastic lesson
Has been to no avail

                                Miro ;)

Finish It!

Finish It

Being someone who works hard
At many different things
I’ll often get a person who
Comes up to me and sings

“I’ve got an idea that I think
May be right up your alley!”
The problem is they don’t stick to
It until the finale

If someone gave me a nickel
For every great idea
I’d have enough to purchase both of
North and South Korea

They talk about their master plan
Excitement in their eyes
Strictly focused on the joy
That will come with the prize

But somewhere down along the road
Towards the finish line
Things don’t always go so smooth
What’s this, a steep incline?

An effort that must be expended?
Sweat that must be poured?
Oh no! Some hard work before you
Can claim your sweet reward!

I’m not the brightest guy around
I’m not the wisest either
Most talented in my field
Or passionate, I’m neither

The key to my success has been
That I will never quit
While everyone is tapping out
I just will not submit

I haven’t finished everything
That I’ve ever conceived
But the ratio of all
The things that I’ve achieved

Is high enough to make me proud
Of all the things I’ve finished
One or two things in limbo
Don’t make me feel diminished

But most of the ideas I hear
Don’t ever leave the ground
It starts with so much excitement
But then I have to hound

And pester and ask, “What’s the word?
Have you done any work?”
More often than not I hear
That they have had to shirk

Their wonderful idea because
They’ve been extremely ‘busy’
This pattern of vigor and then
Indifference makes me dizzy

Hold on to that feeling of
Excitement at the start
You’re going to need it all the way
Because it will depart

As you find out it takes time
And effort to complete
This wonderful idea you have
This monumental feat

Sorry if I come off crass
But I’ve just had my fill
Of great ideas that people have
Before they climb the hill

I’ve had too many conversations
Where I ask about
That great idea that never flew
Because someone bailed out

“Finish it!” I can’t resist
From saying anymore
“Shut your mouth and move your legs
Until they’re nice and sore”

‘Cause anyone can talk about
A great idea that came
It’s the ones who finish it
That will get the acclaim

                           Miro