Archive | November, 2014

Bring A Lunch

29 Nov

Bring A Lunch

A Warrior does not respond with “Please stop doing that”
They do not lay down, they do not roll over and lay flat
A Warrior does not give up and does not simply quit
A Warrior holds their head high, chest out and teeth then grit
A Warrior says, “Bring a lunch!” to those who poke and tease
Because they know too well that it’s impossible to please
There’s no explaining, reasoning, no words that will suffice
And so the Warrior demands a very heavy price
“Bring a lunch” means that for those who wish to disrespect
With lack of empathy will now have their big ego checked
“Bring a lunch” means that others can spew all their mistrust
But it will cost them dearly, their own ass they’ll have to bust
“Bring a lunch” means that all those who like to hurl their hate
Better bring something along that will help satiate
Because a Warrior will take whatever may be thrown
But it is their great ENDURANCE which makes them never prone
For those who doubt and hate and wish to challenge, be forewarned
Challenging a Warrior might leave you feeling scorned
You will be stretched to your limit of patience, poise and grace
You’ll feel frustrated by that Warrior who does embrace
Discomfort, difficulty, pain and sorrow, fear and doubt
That 1-in-100 is not like others you call out
So bring a lunch if you choose to challenge a Warrior
You’ll be a while and great fatigue and hunger you’ll incur
Bring a lunch and do not be surprised how long it takes
Bring a lunch and do not whine and cry how much it aches
Bring a lunch and start to learn that talk is very cheap
But backing those words up has a price that is very steep

                                   ~Miro

Take It Back

22 Nov

Take It Back

We’re given a life that is free from all strife
When our mothers gives birth but it soon loses worth
Over years from decisions of not chasing visions
Of abandoning goals and allowing our souls
To grow too complacent, focus too much on rent
And material things which just emptiness brings
And then one day we see that we’re no longer free
Our lives have been taken by those who have shaken
The truth from our hearts and imposed shallow parts
Saying money and praise is for what we should craze
This Warrior comes to bang on battle drums
And to give battle cry: “Take it back ‘fore you die!”
“Take your life back from them! All their concepts condemn!
All their fierce competition and their golden ambition!
All their status and bragging leaves your compassion lagging
All their feeding of pride only serves to misguide
Shut out all the noise and regain your true poise
It is time to wage war on the concept of “more”
On the things they’ve told us: that we should cause a fuss
Whenever we can’t achieve what will enchant
Come full circle to the truth that you once knew
Before they all took your true joy with their hook
Let go selfishness and all of the stress
Take your life back and live for your true purpose: to give”

                                               ~Miro

Indomitable

16 Nov

Indomitable

We are Warriors and we are indomitable
Because we’ve unlearned what we’ve learned, because we pulled the wool
Away from our eyes and we took responsibility
For every single thing that frustrates, upsets and hurts we
Nothing and no one can influence just how we feel
Because we always embrace each uncomfortable ordeal
We do not run, we do not hide, we engage and withstand
We let each jab and hook and uppercut that life throws land
And we have learned that each punch does not have near enough power
To keep us down for the 10 count, so now we never cower
When normals wish it would just go away, we simply smile
And in that painful, awkward hell, we walk the extra mile
Indomitable are we, unconquerable and unsubdued
Simply because we changed how our struggles were all viewed:
As opportunities to forge the blade within the fire
To not simply survive, but to radiate and inspire
We chose to be indomitable, no man or deity
Saw fit to grant us with this grand invincibility
“Indomitable” was our choice and at great sacrifice
For this unstoppable frame of mind we paid a heavy price
No fear, no anger and no jealousy, no dread or doubt
Just Warrior-sized faith in ourselves that we will be stout
That we will get up every time, that we’ll bend but not break
That though things may destroy us and leave us with pain and ache
We are still indomitable, we’ll get up every time
We’ll run, we’ll walk, we’ll crawl, we’ll scrape, we’ll scratch, we’ll limp and climb
We’ll never stop our momentum, we’ll move forward each day
Indomitable! Indomitable! So don’t get in our way 🙂

                                              ~Miro

Dreamwalker

14 Nov

Dreamwalker

This poem is a tribute to a loving spirit who
Has listened and supported all the “wisdom” that I spew
For years she’s shared her thoughts which have resonated with my own
I feel quite blessed for all the understanding she has shown
She is a candle in the dark and lights without a thought
Of selfishness or agenda, love and grace she has taught
Embodiment of empathy, of truth and understanding
So if you think you’d like your awareness to be expanding
I recommend reading her thoughts at the link down below
I guarantee her way with words has a much warmer glow
Than many of the stark and cold truths this Warrior writes
Sue’s truths have just a little pinch while mine have vicious bites 🙂

Dreamwalker’s Sanctuary

Cosmos

13 Nov

Cosmos

The other day I heard that there are many galaxies
Besides the one we live in, thousands each expert agrees
Thousands of systems just like the one that we live in
A universe so vast that it almost makes my head spin
And that is when I realized just how oblivious
The human ego makes people, allow me to discuss:
Not only is there a city outside the ego’s reach
Not only is there a country full of those who could teach
Not only is there an entire world of something more
Not only is there a galaxy that most do ignore
Not only are there countless star systems that do surround
Perhaps even to this physical realm we are not bound
All this vast existence all around, yet what I hear
Every single day is ego making it quite clear
That IT is the center of this vast universe of ours
It makes its problems seem so big as it whines and it cowers
It cries about something at work or what its family did
This tiny, insignificant particle that’s amid
Billions of other souls, other planets, stars and space
How could such a tiny speck act like such a disgrace?
How can someone be so unaware and think that life
Only has to do with them, THEIR struggles and THEIR strife?
How can ego make one so short-sighted as to think
That ALL OF THIS around them is completely out of sync?
How can someone feel so self-absorbed that they feel severed
From the entire cosmos just ’cause something they endeavored
Didn’t pan out how they wanted, so it’s all ignored
The ego makes it all unseen, unnoticed, unexplored
How tragic that humanity is anchored with this leech
This parasite of ego which constantly does beseech:
“You are all that matters, your feelings, your fears, your pain!”
If you ask me, this behavior to me seems just insane
To be so out of touch and unaware of what’s outside
Of one’s own head shows just how tainted we all are by pride
Each tiny ego floats among the suns and worlds and stars
Worrying about its job, its house, its clothes, its cars
Relationships, religion, politics, sports and the weather
Feeling like a supernova when it’s a small feather

                                         ~Miro

Remembering

10 Nov

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…

Sting

8 Nov

Sting

A man called me to ask for help the other day at work
He asked, “You like this crappy weather?” surely with a smirk
“Yes,” I said with no emotion, “I enjoy rough things
With struggle and with discomfort and with whatever stings
And pains and tears and hurts us, we are brought more strength and grace”
He asked if I was kidding but he could not sense a trace
Of sarcasm or humor in my voice so then he said:
“How old are you?” and I replied “36 years I’ve tread”
He laughed and dismissed, “Oh that’s why, you’re still just a young pup”
And so to show him age means nothing, I then caught him up
“I’ve been hurt bad and am in pain, I’ve lost job and my house
And worst of all, I had to watch my loving, graceful spouse
Endure the worst pain there could be when we found out our child
Would never take its first breath, yes, I’m young but I’ve complied
More pain and struggle, misery and loss in my short years
Than many grey-haired people have in their longer careers”
He sadly said “I’m sorry” but I replied “I am not
It’s all these things that I’ve endured that strengthened, sharpened, taught
Imbued with patience, wisdom, grace and showed me the true way
That is why it is no lie whenever I do say
That I enjoy the challenge, struggle, discomfort and rigor
It’s all these things that awaken, that inspire, that trigger
The Warrior that was dormant to pound chest and to roar
To rise to the occasion and to take a little more”
All that he could say was that he liked my attitude
I asked him what he thought of all the snow that chilled his mood
He changed his mind and said that it was not so bad in fact
“No,” I said, “There are worse things that cause greater impact”
Before he left, I asked him just how old he was as well
“54” he said, then I inquired, “How much hell?”
“Not as much as you,” he said, so I replied, “Well then
If you are lucky, struggle will appear and bring you Zen
And only then will you see that the years don’t mean a thing
Rather, it’s what you survive, the hurt, the pain, the sting”

                                                   ~Miro