Archive | November, 2014

Loving Sinners

6 Nov

Loving Sinners

Every time I speak of gays, some sheep recites this tripe:
“Love the sinner, hate the sin!” I guess I “love” this type
Of person who is so close-minded to call love a sin
Simply because both participants have hair on chin
Or simply because both have boobs, this old line now bores me
No, it’s not sin to approve homosexuality
But these same people who “love sinners” always do forget
It is a sin to be angry, to worry and to fret
It is a sin to be fearful, to have no faith or hope
It is a sin to be weak and to not show strength and cope
It is a sin to not have empathy for those unlike
Yourself, a sin that’s just as grave as those of the Third Reich
All these people who “love sinners,” well I love them too
Despite their cowardice, their apathy and hate they spew
I love each moron, imbecile, each idiot, each coward
Despite their sins of ignorance which they freely devoured
I love them even though they never questioned why they’re taught
To hate, to disapprove, condemn without the slightest thought
Without searching within their heart and soul for what’s the truth
I love each one of these “sinners” who think it is uncouth
To be so close to someone else that it feels like two hearts
Beat as one but it’s a “sin” if they share private parts
So for all those who “love gay sinners,” well I love you more
Despite your fear and ignorance and how you do ignore
Your innate trait of empathy which shows you what is true
I love you despite all your sins, although I don’t LIKE you 🙂

                                   ~Miro

Selective Righteousness

6 Nov

Selective Righteousness

Many speak up when they’re asked about their views on gays
The sheep recite the Bible verses that they seem to praise
They talk about how God has said that being gay is wrong
They say it’s written, black and white and so they feel quite strong
But also there in black and white it says to love all those
Who you consider “enemy,’ to love all who oppose
It also says in black and white to not be jealous of
What your neighbor has amassed, instead, to show them love
In black and white it says forgive and walk the extra mile
It says to not allow anything to upset or rile
It says “Fear not, for I’m with you” and yet those who oppose
Homosexuality ignore much of this prose
Selective righteousness, they pick and choose what comes with ease
They passionately stand by scripture that the herd does please
But anything that comes with effort, pain or sacrifice
Swallowing of pride or ego simply won’t suffice
And so the Christians who think “gay” is wrong will honk their horns
In traffic when another driver frustrates them or scorns
They’ll see a comrade’s gain as something they wish was for them
They’ll say “So happy for you” while inside they just condemn
They’ll claim to follow “Prince of Peace” but try to shatter love
That one man has for another in name of Lord above
They’ll look on two women who love each other with pure hearts
And all they’ll see’s anatomy, the human private parts
They see not souls and spirits, just the vessels which expire
They do not realize within is energy much higher
They’re prisoners of dying flesh, to bones that bend and break
And they are terrified of those who are now wide awake
They’re threatened by the ones who see above, beyond, more deep
Because they followed their hearts and no longer act like sheep
For those that pick and choose by what is easiest to follow
This Warrior has something bitter that you must now swallow:
Your Prince of Peace, your King of Kings preached to just let it go
And He would be ashamed of you to see the grief and woe
That you spread with your ignorance, your lack of sight and feel
Your inability to recognize a love that’s real
Go ahead and pick and chose what will test you the least
Keep following just the scripture spouted by your priest
Immerse yourself in just what works for sake of ease and pleasure
Follow just the lines that come with no effort, just leisure
But one day death will come for you and it will all make sense
The fading of your mortal body makes the truth intense
And you will come to see how silly it was to judge those
Who simply had same genitals underneath all their clothes

                                                           ~Miro

Birthday Warrior

5 Nov

Birthday Warrior

A birthday’s just another day that makes me stand apart
From other normals who fear that they’ll become an old fart
I do not hide my age when asked, I don’t say, “Nevermind!”
I’m proud of every year I’ve lived, even the ones unkind
I’m proud of every silver strand that grows into my mane
I’m proud of vascularity, each big, protruding vein
I’m proud of every grey whisker that grows into my beard
Every wrinkle, ache and pain and other thing that’s feared
By those who wish time would stand still, A WARRIOR am I
The passing of the hour glass does not make this man cry
For time is precious, every year that’s passed has been a gift
And I appreciate it more now that it goes by swift
Load the cake with candles, the inferno won’t scare me
To dread a birthday makes one an ingrate to high degree
Joke about, “You’re getting old!” I’ll joke back, “I’ve endured!
And will continue to do so, my passion can’t be cured!”
They’ll warn, “Oh wait ‘till you slow down, oh wait ‘till you’re like me!”
“NEVER!” I’ll quickly reply, “A WARRIOR is me!”
Never bowing to defeat, never giving an inch
With every candle on the cake I will not cringe or flinch
“Bring it on!” the Warrior says, all things which pose a threat
“Bring it on because you have not seen anything yet!”

                                           ~Miro

Pushed

4 Nov
PushedDid you push yourself today when ego said “I’m tired”?
Did you do what you needed instead of what’s desired?
Did you sacrifice your sweat in order to be stronger?
Did you strain and breathe harder in order to last longer?
Did you lodge a hard, swift kick right onto your own ass?
Or did you take it easy, just sit back and smoke some grass?
Did you put your feet up and take a big swig of beer
And turn on the TV and ask others to bring you cheer?
Did you sit and just consume and hope it all works out?
And then when the shit hits the fan all you will do is pout?
Because when you had chances to forge your mind into steel
All you did was take it easy and eat a big meal
Have a couple drinks, some smokes and try to feel so good
While being stressed out because things aren’t going as they should
Accountability is hard for people who don’t push
It’s much easier to blame others while sitting on your tush
The Warrior is pushed from all directions, but it pales
To their own push and that is why a Warrior prevails
‘Cause nothing that life has to throw can ever match the force
A Warrior uses to keep him or herself on course
“I wish I had your patience,” many normals tell the one
In one hundred, perhaps they would if they neglected fun
And comfort, ease, and luxury for focus and resolve
The Warrior’s not born this way, they’re built, forged and evolve
With pushes every single day, each hour, minute, second
The push is why the Warrior is one with to be reckoned

                                         ~Miro

Warrior Whip

3 Nov

“With hope it’s possible.” ~Fitz “The Whip” Vanderpool

Warrior Whip

They told him that he couldn’t do it, “Sorry you’re too old”
Little did they realize this Warrior was bold
The naysayers and doubters scoffed and said it was too late
But he silenced them all and showed no one controls your fate

Nobody can tell you what you aren’t capable of
Nobody can convince you that you can’t rise above
Unless you let them take away your focus and your hope
The Champ trudged on and proved he is still Royalty of Rope

He fought a man that’s fifteen years younger and took it all
Through flurries, jabs and uppercuts the Whip not once did fall
With heart, intensity and focus and experience
The Whip proved every single one of his doubters were dense

He proved to anyone who’s gotten used to wanting less
He proved to everyone who’d rather not deal with the stress
He proved to each and every person who thinks that you can’t
That anything is possible if your feet you just plant

Take a stand and disagree with what they have to say
Refuse to be silenced, swept under rug and go away
This Warrior’s an inspiration that if you believe
In yourself and abilities, your goals you will achieve

Happy Birthday, Champ!

Much love & respect

http://www.vanderpoolfitness.ca

Fashion Sense

2 Nov

Fashion Sense

For many people, what they wear expresses how they feel
Bright and joyous colours show for life they have a zeal
Well tailored and well-fitted shows they are in control
A sharp dressed man or woman shows that they strive for a goal
Unfortunate that most of these well-tailored people speak
With verbal fashion sense that is unfavorable and bleak
If I had one dime for each time a well dressed person whined
I’d have enough to cure the sick and give sight to the blind
Why is it so many put so much effort into
What they wear yet give no thought to weakness that they spew?
They’d never be caught dead wearing some bargain Wal-Mart pants
Yet they don’t hesitate to go on self-important rants
When they don’t get what they want. Frustration! Displeasure! Pain!
The body is adorned in sexiness, but on the brain:
Weakness, sorrow, fear, disdain and animosity
Lack of understanding, acceptance and empathy
The Warrior cares not for what brand name that they may wear
The only thing that matters is the fashion sense they blare:
Victory and perseverance! Strength! Endurance! Grace!
Never say die! Never quit the never-ending race!
Pay attention next time you see an Armani suit
or Prada dress with Tiffany diamonds and Gucci boot
Although they may be decked out in the most expensive garb
Just what kind of fashion comes from their mouths when a barb
Or “problem” or a “stressful situation” does arise?
Do they speak a cheap fashion or the name brand of “Wise?”

                                         ~Miro

Puppets

1 Nov

Puppets

Someone says something that’s rude and puppets get upset
Something racist, ignorant, or a violent threat
Thoughtless words spoken by someone who just doesn’t care
And equally mindless puppets then feel their ego flare
“He said this!” and “She did that!” the puppets justify
“He can’t get away with this! What he said was a lie!”
The puppets fail to recognize the pulling of their strings
They think it is okay to lose control when ego stings
They think when their feelings get hurt, it’s natural to vent
They think every horrific act is a chance to lament
Puppets dancing on their strings, their egos all controlled
By puppet masters who are cruel, selfish, afraid and cold
The Warrior has long since cut those strings above their head
The Warrior does not look on in shock, anger or dread
The Warrior’s emotionless while puppets sigh and gasp
The Warrior does process, analyze, discern and grasp
For no one influences the emotions of the one
In one hundred who won’t allow their grace to come undone
People shot? Children died? Animals tortured too?
Pain and suffering and madness? So what else is new?
The puppets dance the same old dance and never do catch on
Same old roller coaster ride of emotions (*big yawn*)
The Warrior sheds tears as well, the bored variety
They’ve recognized the pattern of this mad society
And have chosen to abstain from the same old puppet dance:
An angry jig, offended shuffle and an outraged prance

                                          ~Miro