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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
Christmas Warriors
Christmas Warriors
Christmas is upon us and
There’s cheer within the air
It’s the only time of year
Most people seem to care
Smiles are given readily
And no one walks away
Without a kind greeting of, “Have
A Merry Christmas Day!”
But ever stopped to wonder why
So many are so nice?
Why everyone is friendly instead
Of greeting with ice?
The truth is that as humans, we
Prefer to follow trends
We feel the Christmas spirit ‘cause
We’re copying our friends
And strangers that we see around
It’s easy to feel joy
When everyone around you does
Their best not to annoy
So then we have to ask ourselves
Who started this here trend?
Answer: Christmas Warriors
Who all refused to bend
The people who put their trees up
Two months ago and heard
Most people just scoff and say
“Already? How absurd!”
The people who stayed excited
Despite the rolling eyes
“Bah humbug!” and all other ways
That people would chastise
Take a moment to give thanks
To warriors who started
All the cheer we follow now
It’s them who first imparted
They didn’t let the regular
Aloof demeanor quell
The Christmas spirit in their hearts
Instead, they let it swell
So for the Christmas Warriors
Who bring that spirit back
Every single year and are
Greeted with only flack
I’d like to give my gratitude
For sticking by their passion
Even though November’s not
When Christmas is in fashion
Thank you for beginning this
Good will that we all feel
Thanks for leading all of us
With your great Christmas zeal
~Miro
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
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
Christmas Warriors
“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there,
eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters,
and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle.
Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.”
~ Heraclitus
Christmas Warriors
Christmas is upon us and
There’s cheer within the air
It’s the only time of year
Most people seem to care
Smiles are given readily
And no one walks away
Without a kind greeting of, “Have
A Merry Christmas Day!”
But ever stopped to wonder why
So many are so nice?
Why everyone is friendly instead
Of greeting with ice?
The truth is that as humans, we
Prefer to follow trends
We feel the Christmas spirit ‘cause
We’re copying our friends
And strangers that we see around
It’s easy to feel joy
When everyone around you does
Their best not to annoy
So then we have to ask ourselves
Who started this here trend?
Answer: Christmas Warriors
Who all refused to bend
The people who put their trees up
Two months ago and heard
Most people just scoff and say
“Already? How absurd!”
The people who stayed excited
Despite the rolling eyes
“Bah humbug!” and all other ways
That people would chastise
Take a moment to give thanks
To warriors who started
All the cheer we follow now
It’s them who first imparted
They didn’t let the regular
Aloof demeanor quell
The Christmas spirit in their hearts
Instead, they let it swell
So for the Christmas Warriors
Who bring that spirit back
Every single year and are
Greeting with only flack
I’d like to give my gratitude
For sticking by their passion
Even though November’s not
When Christmas is in fashion
Thank you for beginning this
Good will that we all feel
Thanks for leading all of us
With your great Christmas zeal
~for Luana, Laurel,
and all Christmas Warriors
Highlight
Highlight
A healthy exercise is to
Look back upon your day
At all the things you did and then
With all your vigor say:
“This one thing’s the highlight of
My last twenty-four hours
It reflects what I can do
When I use all my powers
My concentration, focus and
My courage and resolve
This one highlight is another
Step to help evolve
Into something stronger, faster
Wiser, more aware
It shows that I am trying hard
It shows that I do care”
I challenge you to do it now
Look back on yesterday
Was there one bright, shining spot
Or was it all just grey?
Did you make an effort to
Illuminate one thing?
Or did you let the ball blow by
Without taking a swing?
I challenge you to make damn sure
That when the day is done
And you go search for your highlight
That you have more than one
I challenge you to have your pick
From several different cases
Where you overcame your fear
Or displayed your good graces
Do not dwell on dark, low points
It’s best to let those go
And instead please focus on
Points that emit a glow
~Miro
So What If I Am?
So What If I Am?
Sometimes when you show passion
About some kind of cause
It isn’t exactly met with
A big round of applause
Sometimes people will make fun
And say such classics like
“What are you, some kind of…” and
Insert their chosen strike
If you speak of the ego
And other deep content
And get accused of being a
Psychology student
If you watch your diet and
For health are a campaigner
And get accused of being some
Kind of personal trainer
If you praise the Lord above
And give glory to Him
And someone calls you a preacher
As if it’s something grim
If you are a creator
Of music, stories, art
And someone calls you an “artiste”
As if you’re much more smart
Don’t you dare allow them to
Make it seem like it’s bad
Head up, chest out and bellow
This line as if you’re glad:
“So what if I am?” you say to them
“So what if I do care?
So what if I show passion and
So what if you compare
My interests to people who have
Dedicated much time
And effort for the same passions?
So what? Is that a crime?”
Keep in mind that “What are you?”
When asked in a snide tone
Usually comes from someone
Who has not found their own
Passion or purpose in life
And feels inadequate
The irony of what they say
Is that they can’t commit
To any of the jobs that they
Accuse you of being
So nod your head and do not be
Afraid of agreeing
“What’s so bad about the job
That you’ve just listed off?
Is dedication and hard work
Something at which you scoff?
If it is, I’ve heard enough
That’s all I need to know
You just don’t see what it takes to
Evolve, advance and grow”
Let them try to make their fun
By listing off those trades
Because the people that do them
Possess passion in spades
~Miro
Timeless/Placeless
Timeless/Placeless
The reason why so many hear
The label “warrior”
And visions of chain mail and swords
And horses start to stir
Is because they’re all used to letting
Time and place define
Certain ways of life and letting
Those old days confine
The same thinking “within the box”
Is why so many feel
Their current location’s the only
Thing to them that’s real
They go to work in factories
And think that’s all they are
Just a working stiff who’s looking
Forward to the bar
They go to work in an office
And see the drab décor
And think it’s no place to allow
All their passion to roar
They sit at home and since it’s all
Familiar and boring
They doze off on the couch while
Watching TV, loudly snoring
They think that the ways of the knights
Paladins, samurai
Have all expired because time
And place do not apply
And that’s where every single one
Of them has missed the point
It doesn’t matter what the day
And neither where the joint
A warrior is not defined
By where he or she stands
A warrior is always one
At work or beach’s sands
And neither does the time of day
Or month or year define
When one is a warrior
When one can show their spine
When one can show their passion and
Their raw intensity
The calendar does not constrain
From who we’re meant to be
Think outside the box, don’t be
A simple minded bloke
It’s time that we stopped letting our
Surroundings blind and choke
To a warrior it makes
No difference when or where
The creed is something that’s followed
As long as you have air
So if you’re able to breathe deep
Wherever you are now
Then that’s the perfect time and spot
To take the warrior’s vow
To live your live with strength and peace
And fortitude and grace
To focus and serve selflessly
Regardless of the place
Or year it says on calendar
It’s not about the fashion
It’s not about an armored suit
It’s all about the passion
Miro
Nothing Personal
Nothing Personal
Ever wanted to not do
Something and used the phrase:
“It’s nothing personal” and hoping
That it will not phase
The person that you’ve told it to?
That you mean no abuse?
That you just do not care enough
Or have time to make use
Of something that they’ve brought to mind?
A suggestion they’ve made?
An effort given to assist?
Some selflessness displayed?
“It’s nothing personal” is said
By those who do not care
A cop-out line employed by those
Who are not yet aware
That every single thing we think
Imagine or create
Is deeply fashioned with our own
Personality trait
“It’s nothing personal” tells us
The speaker doesn’t see
The integral part of ourselves
That made the idea be
And maybe that’s why many don’t
Connect with a concept
“It’s nothing personal” blinds them
From being that adept
It’s a way of thinking that is
Close-minded and blunt
A way of keeping distance and
Not having to confront
Personal issues that could be
Awkward and hurt feelings
Some think that it’s better to
Be detached in these dealings
A warrior is passionate
And therefore not afraid
To make things personal even
If egos do get frayed
A warrior knows that it is
Personal and accepts
Criticism from others and
Quickly intercepts
Their own ego when it screams
And flusters with offense
A warrior knows that they don’t
Require a defense
That life is not a competition
But you can be sure
Everything is personal
If your intention’s pure
Miro
