Archive | September, 2015

Hero Worship

13 Sep

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Hero Worship

Strange days these are, my friends, in which the “nerds” proudly proclaim
To worship costumed heroes without timidness or shame
“I love the Batman! Spider-Man! The Hulk and Man of Steel!”
And countless other heroes with such zest, vigor and zeal
They buy t-shirts adorned with the visage of all these greats
Some go so far as to “cosplay” but many of the traits
Like courage, selflessness and confidence, self-mastery
Sense of honor, duty, understanding, empathy
Are nowhere to be found within their elaborate suits
Empty, selfish people with fancy masks, capes and boots
I’m speaking from experience because a year ago
I started doing charity events for kids with woe
I donned a superhero costume, covered toe to head
And learned that real world superheroes are not that widespread
Many of the “cosplayers” in town did not come out
Seems when there is no reward we have a hero drought
They only go out to conventions to try to win prizes
And get their ego stroked while wearing their detailed disguises
Many will take off their mask or helmet so all see
It’s not the hero that you think, instead, “IT’S ME! IT’S ME!”
There was one who did come out to a few children’s events
He too mugged maskless for the camera and tried to make cents
On a visit to the hospital’s sick children’s wing
Instead of focusing on kids, this selfish man did sing
About the “cosplay” things he could sell me to help fight crime
Shilling wares while kids around were dying ‘fore their time
It’s so bizarre how all these heroes with muscles and abs
With steel resolve and iron will who throw punches and jabs
Whenever challenges arise don’t do much to inspire
Seems their fashion sense is what fanboys and girls admire
The t-shirts, hats and tattoos all proclaim, “I’m on their team!”
But when their feelings do get hurt, “You bullied me!” they scream
“You bullied me,” is not a phrase a true hero would speak
“You bullied me,” are words spoken by egoic and weak
“You can bully me but there’s a price you’ll have to pay”
Is what a TRUE hero would calmly, strongly, fiercely say
The sacrifice of heroes has been lost amid the suit
Unfortunate that it’s the fashion that most “nerds” salute
And fail to mimic how these heroes respond with great grace
It takes more than a costume change and mask upon your face
To genuinely feel the traits that make heroes adored
It’s gained through service, sacrifice, not applause and award

                           ~Miro

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Let’s Roll

11 Sep

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Let’s Roll

It’s been some years since terrorists
Hijacked the planes and crashed
Two of them into buildings
And left our spirits dashed

I’m not going to focus there
The news is sure to dwell
On the sorrow and heartache
Of that pure living hell

Instead I want to talk about
A Warrior that day
Named Todd Beamer who kept his cool
Amid all the dismay

A husband and a father of
Two boys, David and Drew
And Morgan Kay, the little girl
That Beamer never knew

On 9-11, Todd was on
United 93
The fourth plane that was taken by
The terroristic spree

He made a call on his cell phone
And somehow he got through
To someone and informed them of
What he was going to do

He spoke with Lisa Jefferson
Recited the Lord’s Prayer
And then spoke of Psalm 23
To make us all aware

That he was not afraid to die
His faith gave him the strength
And the courage to fight back
To go to any length

To walk through the valley of death
To endure through its shadow
To let go of the fear of what
Awaited him below

He rallied other passengers
To stand up and reclaim
The aircraft from the terrorists
When he did exclaim:

“Are you guys ready?” he asked them
And then he said “Let’s roll”
Leading them up to the cabin
To rush the console

I wonder how many there were
Just paralyzed with fear
Who stayed there in their seats and wished
That they could disappear

Beamer and the ones who rushed
The cabin showed to me
That every single one of us
In life is a trainee

They showed that we do not rise to
What expectations are
Instead we fall to level of
All our training so far

The ones who stood up with courage
Were Warriors before
They set foot on that plane that day
And it took off to soar

They didn’t have a sudden transformation
And become
Heroes, the reason that they
Did not to fear succumb

Is simply ‘cause they didn’t fall
To fear before that day
They dealt with problems with courage
Which is the Warrior’s Way

They trained to deal with turmoil
And that’s why Todd kept calm
We’re told that he sounded at peace
As he recited Pslam

Every single thing you do
In your life greatly matters
It decides if your resolve
Will hold or if it shatters

We must remember not just that
He was a hero there
We should recall what made him that
What gave him strength to bare

It should inspire all of us
To try harder, to train
To bring along that courage as
We set foot on that plane

Todd’s words inspired soldiers who
Were sent to fight the foe
“Let’s roll” became their battle cry
To let the rivals know

That they had trained to have courage
They trained their strength and calm
They’ll keep their cool with whizzing bullets
Or a ticking bomb

Do not dwell just on the death
And two buildings destroyed
Although so tragic, this story
Of hope is not devoid

Focus on the hero who
Stood up to take control
The courage to fear no evil
And calmly said “Let’s roll”

                              for Todd Beamer and the heroes
                             of United Airlines Flight 93

The Egotist

10 Sep

The Egotist

There once was a person who took
Themselves too seriously
Their uptight behaviour was wrought
In the name of being artsy

Their work focused all on themselves
On their torment and strife and their woes
A message of darkness and dread
Is what all of their work did propose

Hours and hours of thought
Put into the things that offended
But missing a final redemption
No mention of things that were splendid

No mission of nourishing hope
Through color or sculpture or prose
No mention of beautiful coda
Only the difficult throes

Spreading their ache to whoever
Would bother to listen to them
Maybe those few hoped to find
An inspirational gem

But all that they found were the cries
Of a tortured and tormented soul
Nothing to invigorate
Or empower, stir or console

A few may have felt just the same
And wallowed along with the scribe
Creating a miserable horde
Of people who only subscribe

To the idea that everything’s hopeless
The practice of self-pitying
Never wanting to move forward
To the past is to what they’d all cling

And then there are those who will say
“This kind of thing isn’t for me”
They balk at the darkness and dread
And from then on whenever they see

Some kind of artistic endeavor
They think back to how that last piece
Did nothing to make their enjoyment
Of life on this planet increase

Egotists just want reaction
“You can’t only have joyful views!”
But if it’s destruction you want
I’d recommend watching the news

It’s there every night on TV
Right there in your own living room
Murders and wars and disasters
The everyday six o’clock gloom

Artists do have the rare privilege
Of controlling moods they incite
Why would an artist depress
When instead they could help ignite?

The spirit of hope within someone
To give them the strength to push on
To be a supportive companion
When they feel that all hope is gone

Artists, take heed of this warning
Be mindful what message you send
Within your artwork or your writings
You may be creating a trend

Of work that does no good for others
Or you may be creating a stigma
That art is depressing and weird
In your journey to be an enigma

I hear so many folks say
They’re surprised that my writing has soul
That there’s wisdom and courage within
And that inspiration’s my goal

Surprised, because of how much
Negative work they’ve all seen
So don’t be a part of the problem
Be a part of the vaccine

Don’t be an Egotist
And focus just on your own plight
Be an Artist and use
Your talents to awaken might

                            ~Miro

Normals Poet Wisdom

6 Sep

Normals Poet Wisdom

The following is not a poem
By a Warrior
Instead, to change things up a bit
This poem’s from a cur

A spineless, frightened jellyfish
A cowardly, sad welp
A “Normal” as I label them
I hope these weak words help

All the ‘normals’ who cannot
Digest the regular
Words of strength and sacrifice
Which offend and deter

Here you go, you ‘normal’ bunch
A poem just for you
May these lyrics encourage your
Pathetic, feeble view:

*ahem*

Don’t be bold, don’t be unique
Don’t stand out, just blend in
Don’t speak up and disagree
To do so is a sin

Don’t offend and make them mad
‘Cause God up in the sky
Will punish you by sending you
To hell where you will cry

Just be nice and do not judge
Who should receive your grace
Even selfish scumbags should
Receive your warm embrace!

Speak the words, “Forgive! Forget!”
But you don’t have to act
It’s more important to be fake
And pretend to have tact

Than actually possess a peaceful
Heart and placid soul
Remember to get mad at others
Who tempt and cajole

Be a victim and complain
‘Cause it’s out of your hands
Pray to the creator
There are oh so many brands!

Christian, Muslim, Buddhist or
A thousand other Gods
Just pick one but with all the rest
Be at embittered odds

‘Cause any God you pick is the
God that is on your side
And also don’t forget to show
Too much pleasure and pride

Within yourself, remember to
Smile real big and feel great
Whenever someone compliments
Mmmm…tasty ego bait!

Do not think of enlightenment
Until you’re almost dead
THEN practice an open-mind
While fighting sense of dread

Cry yourself to sleep because
You know you’ve wasted time
Then shrug and say you “Did your best!”
To pardon every crime

There there, tap tap, you’ll be honored
By your family and mates
They’ll say a bunch bullshit as
The funeral awaits

They’ll speak of how fearless you were
And luckily ignore
All the selfishness and cowardice
That you lived for

Ahhh, the fulfilled life of a
Normal who was so “nice”
Never fought, just knelt and cried
An easy, ‘normal’ price

                     ~Miro

Scapegoat

1 Sep

Scapegoat

We shuffle off to voting stations to choose a new boss
Someone to deliver us from this failure and loss
Someone who will take over and right the wrongs of he
Who took the reins and steered us right into a goddamn tree!
That bastard, that son of a bitch who betrayed all our trust
Who made all those sweet promises but now evokes disgust
How dare he take our gift of power and do this to us?
That fucking moron! Asshole! Piece of shit! Cuss, cuss, cuss, cuss!
This new guy, though, he sounds real keen, we bet he’ll fix this mess
He alone will cure our grief and get rid of our stress
He’s the one! Yes, this time we’re all sure it works out fine
Look at all his campaign ads! That smile! What a shine!



Fast forward four or eight years and he’s an asshole too!
That bastard! That son of a bitch! His promises weren’t true!
How dare he lie to us like that? He was worse than the first!
Why can’t we find a great leader? Are we really cursed?
Oh wait, who’s this new kid in town? His smile is very bright
And charming too! I bet he’ll help to ease our awful plight
Look at how friendly he is, yes, this time we are sure
Our future’s safe within his hands, protected and secure



It saddens me how many people fail to plainly see
The pattern that is politics and want a guarantee
It saddens me how many are so simple in their thought
They fail to see it’s not the boss but it’s the JOB that’s wrought
With problems that prevent each person from doing jack shit
No amount of honesty, integrity and wit
No amount of passion, poise and focus, grace and verve
Will be enough to garner empathy for those who serve
The sheep just pick another scapegoat to drag across coals
And never have the courage to step up and grab controls
Each whiner and complainer doesn’t have the gall to run
They criticize yet what have they achieved? What have they done?
It saddens me to see how many give a job review
Of their elected leader yet nothing in them does stew
To serve their fellow countrymen like all the scapegoats feel
So here’s a word of gratitude to all those made of steel
To Presidents, Prime Ministers, to Governors and Mayors
Who are bombarded with impossible to appease prayers
Thanks for trying your best with the system that you’ve got
It’s broken, flawed and faulty, foul, filled with puss and rot
Thanks for walking into hell and giving it your best
You’re Warriors for embarking on such a futile quest

                                              ~Miro