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Join the Flock!

31 Jan

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Join the Flock!

“Join the flock!” the Christians plead, “we love you and do care!”
“Join our little clique and join in worship and in prayer!”
Friends and family have all offered this kind invite
They all seem driven to recruit more ranks to what is “right”

No thank you, I’ve been in the club and know what is involved
I do recall how not one challenge under Christ was solved
I do recall the fear, the dread, the stress, the angst, the pain
Both in myself as well as others with Christ on the brain

For many years I have now walked the path of Warriors
Believe or don’t, I know MY truth: no worry now occurs
No stress lingers upon my brain when desire’s unmet
No dread befalls when “problems” come, I don’t “have to,” I “get”

I get to face my challenges with vigor and resolve
I get to conquer fires which don’t burn me, they evolve
I get to rely on my will, my strength, my courage, daring
No longer do I wait on Christ’s deaf ears, waiting and staring

No longer do I leave things in “God’s hands” like some weak whelp
No longer do I look past my own mighty hand for help
And no more do I tolerate the invite of Christ’s sheep
Who try to “save” this Warrior while they all stress and weep

Who offer keys to God’s kingdom while fretting over bills
Who claim to know the “right way” but are fat from their weak wills
Who worry what the future holds despite the Bible’s chimes
To FEAR NOT as per God three hundred and sixty-five times

Thanks, but no thanks, not my style, and some day you will see
That deity you praise and worship’s a Warrior like me
You’ve been polluted by your ego’s desire to “win”
Rather than choose empathy, you fear and call things “sin”

You get upset in name of God and claim you’re beckoned to
You have the ignorance to claim each Muslim, Hindu, Jew
Will “burn in hell” simply because they do not wear a cross
How misguided to think that fashion sense will prevent loss

How misguided to think that sitting in a pew each week
And listening but not FEELING the words will stop the bleak
How simple minded and obtuse to offer this invite
While crying, “Only human!” while you fear through every plight

Just as Alexander sliced through the Gordian knot
This Warrior does slice through that invite to fear and fraught
Laughable, that invite is, and it just goes to show
That misery loves company and I’ve had enough woe

I do not offer an invite to walk the Warrior’s path
Because I know they can’t withstand their own iron will’s wrath
So pray and beg and fear on but don’t save a spot for me
I once was lost and blinded to my OWN strength, now I see

No heaven’s needed, and no flock, no shepherd, no salvation
By weak-willed hypocrites who waste the present on frustration
A Warrior is just fine on their own without such tripe
Kneeling down with both hands clasped? No thanks, I’m not the type

                                                               ~Miro

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Jesus Wasn’t Fat

30 Jun

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Jesus Wasn’t Fat

“Fat,” a word that hurts feelings of those with no control
It feels like an attack when said by some skinny bean pole
Even worse when spoken by someone with muscled frame
A word that causes much self-doubt, embarrassment and shame

When heavy folks hear “fat,” most don’t look closer at the speaker
And see the stretch marks that reveal at one time, they were weaker
The ego stings and covers ears and doesn’t want to hear
Life advice from those who sweat the fat off of their rear

I was fat when I was young and never do I hide
The reason why my girth was large, my frankness exceeds pride
I was obese because I lacked control over myself
Overweight because I was oblivious to health

Asleep and unaware to the effects that poor health brings
The lack of energy and focus all ‘cause ego stings
I got over myself and focused on those who were svelte
Warriors who took the punishment that life had dealt

Lean and mean with hard muscle, wiry and flexible
Quick as cats and sly as foxes, intense as a bull
Many men and women that I did admire had
A sharp and focused mind because their brain matter was clad

In toned muscle and working in harmony with the soul
Apostle Paul said how fitness is a spiritual goal:
“Your body is a temple,” from book of Corinthians
Incredible how followers of Christ speak against sins

Like tattoos, piercings, drugs and homosexuality
Yet spilling out over their belt is their hefty decree
That their body is not a temple, just an endless pit
They eat and eat and eat but do not sweat and show true grit

One of the Warriors I studied to inspire me
Was son of God himself, Jesus, the lamb who died for thee
Though we have no photographs or selfies of the Savior
An image can be formed through His teachings and His behavior

And many artists have rendered an idea of His form:
Lean and slender, fit and steady, ready for the storm
No double chin or big belly, the King of Kings was trim
His physical condition wasn’t because of the gym

Jesus walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked
And walked and walked and walked and walked and then sometimes He talked
He didn’t sit in chairs all day, He used his legs to move
He knew HE was a temple that would every day improve

With self-control of His diet as well as exercise
He knew that clarity was in proportion to waist size
Somewhere down the road it did become rude, coarse and crude
To tell people they are too fat and need to eat less food

How did being overweight become acceptable
For those who follow one who stopped eating ‘fore He felt full?
How did it become distasteful to say, “Lose some weight”?
How did giving wise advice get skewed as spewing hate?

How did the excuses get accepted with no thought?
“I’ve got an injury, my back hurts and my knees are shot!”
“I’ve got a thyroid issue, I can’t help that I am fat!”
I have more reasons than most do so their stories fall flat

If I can remain thin and trim for over twenty years
Then I’m convinced you can as well if you’d just dry those tears
If you would stop feeling so hurt and instead, focus on
Moving what still works on you, you’d start to grow your brawn

If you would say, “No!” to yourself when those cravings arise
Be ADAMANT and STUBBORN then, like me, you would surmise
That being overweight is choice, it’s more calories swallowed
Than used, it’s inefficiency, a way of life not followed

It’s hoarding more than is needed, it’s lack of awareness
It’s being honest with yourself, not kind but full fairness
Many cannot handle all the truths behind the flab
It makes them sad so they reach for their food to soothe the stab

But truth is something that my King has taught me to not fear
The truth is something I embraced and to which still adhere
My inspiration was not fat and did inspire me
To treat my body as a temple which set my mind free

Despite the pain that courses through my body every day
I choose to move what still works well and that is why I weigh
The same each time I step upon the scale regardless of
What year it is, my temple is something I show much love

By getting blood to flow and by throwing sugar in trash
By eating fruits and vegetables and not wasting my cash
On candy, deep fried dreck and other junk that tastes so “yummy”
That adds nothing to your life other than a flabby tummy

Feelings hurt? That’s no surprise, the lard causes thin skin
But one in one hundred will choose to take it on the chin
They’ll hear the truth and do the work to own and renovate
Their temple and they’ll owe it to wisdom instead of hate

                                       ~Miro

Savior Self

22 Mar

Savior Self

Savior Self

When Kyū was a little boy his parents told him of
The Savior in the sky above who showed great grace and love
They taught him that the Savior would make everything alright
That in times of great darkness, their Savior would be the light

But as the years went by and challenges each time arose
Kyū’s parents saw no light, just wallowed in their woes
And Kyū’s friends as well did worry of what loomed ahead
Despite the promise of salvation, they all showed great dread

“Savior, help me!” he would hear and watch them as they waited
“Savior, please deliver me!” they’d beg He who created
It all seemed very futile to Kyū so he chose
To save himself the next time that a challenge would oppose

“Blasphemy!” the people cried, “It is not up to you!
What you speak is heresy, it’s Devil’s word you spew!”
Kyū tried to clarify, “I mean no disrespect
Quite the opposite, in fact, the Savior does inject

Courage within me, He gives me boldness to hold fast
To stand apart and persevere, to conquer or to last”
“The Devil’s word!” they cried again with anger and great fear
“No one has the power to save but for one, you hear?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Kyū replied, “just one’s able to save”
“Heresy!” They cried, “It’s Devil’s evil that you crave!”
Kyū thought and then replied, “If what you say is true
Then Savior will take notice and He will know what to do”

As years went by, Kyū faced struggles just as all his peers
But Kyū overcame them all with grit instead of tears
As others knelt and prayed for mercy, Kyū stood to face
Every dark and scary thing which robbed others of grace

They called him heretic and heathen, lost and without hope
Amid their anger and worry they’d pray and cry and mope
And never study carefully the life that Kyū led
His resolve wasn’t Savior-sent, it must have been instead

Granted by the evil one and given at high price
“When Kyū dies, he will go to a place not very nice!”
Sure enough one day the heart of Kyū ceased to beat
Even in his final moment, he did not retreat

They buried his scarred body in the ground and then they prayed
This tragic soul would testify and to Savior be swayed
Kyū woke and before him in some place far unknown
A light-filled being sat and watched from high atop His throne

Kyū felt no fear or wonder, did not drop to knees
He felt just as he always had, courage and no unease
The Savior rose up from His throne and bright light did emit
He walked to Kyū, shook his hand, and said, “I like your grit”

                                        ~Miro

The King of Letting Go

26 Dec

The King of Letting Go

I am a humble servant of the King of Letting Go
Every day I try to let my Monarch’s teachings flow
This King did not possess riches, his life was about loss
My King did not sit on a throne, instead He had a cross
He wore no fancy crown of gold adorned with studded jewels
Instead there was a crown of thorns placed on His head by fools
He walked away from His home town, from those who had raised Him
To cast His light in places that had grown shady and dim
He let go of the things He had, the things He did possess
He knew the key to happiness was knowing you need less
And when the only thing left was his life, they took that too
He let it go as He explained, “They know not what they do”
I wonder why it’s so hard for people to let it go
Everyday annoyances that make our anger grow
But one thing we can’t seem to grasp and hold on tightly to
Is the lesson this King taught, we just cannot construe
The thought that peace is in our grasp if we let go, move on
Accept the things we cannot change, accept what’s gone is gone
I am a humble servant of the King of Letting Go
I will not be dragged down because I will no longer tow
I will sever the lines that hold me to anchoring weight
I will let go of my ego, my selfishness, my hate
Because my King has done the same and asks no less of me
He’s taught us only when we let it go can we be free

                                     ~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

The Other Cheek

13 Sep

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The Other Cheek

by Miro

 

They get upset because they have

Been jerked around too long

They lose their cool and temper and

Complain about what’s wrong

 

And others trying to help them

Stand up for them as well

They say “Well, they’ve been through a lot

For them it’s been pure hell!”

 

And so the cycle of anger

Perpetuates itself

It spreads, gets justified and only

Erodes all our health

 

Then a Warrior steps up

And says “Enough of this”

“All which makes you so irate?

You will let go! Dismiss!”

 

The angry legions still hold on

They think they’re hurt so bad

They think they’re justified in being

Frustrated and mad

 

But Warrior again speaks up

And reminds of a man

Who said to turn the other cheek

Was the most divine plan

 

This man, this Warrior, this son

Of God said if you’re slapped

You are not justified at all

If your rear-end gets chapped

 

He said you should not get upset

Instead, you should invite

Another slap and accept it

With grace and peace and light

 

The good Lord said to turn your cheek

So please explain to me

How getting angry and upset

To an irate degree

 

Is the allowed response whenever

Something is so bleak?

We cry “No more!” when God’s own son

Said, “Here’s the other cheek”

Self Righteous

22 Jul

Self Righteous

The old fool clutches his bible
And claims it’s filled with truth
He shouts into his megaphone
His behaviour: uncouth

He’s blind to all the history
And present that surrounds
His mind is closed and limited
And just knows paper’s bounds

His whole identity is based
On what a bible writes
And anything that deviates
Will always lead to fights

How sad and tragic to waste life
Shackled to just one book
To never have the courage to
Explore, question and look

How sad to accept every word
As being “Straight from God!”
And never wondering if man
Who’s egoic and flawed

Could possibly have let seep in
Some selfishness and greed
Some lack of understanding, lack
Of empathy, some greed

How sad to take their word for it
To trust “Powers that Be”
Who manipulate the masses with
Heaven’s sweet guarantee

The old fool thinks because he’s read
The book his parents gave
And shut out everything else that
He’s caring, wise and brave

But all I see’s a coward who
Just went along with hate
Who never dared to understand
Instead became irate

Who pointed fingers and who claimed
To know what’s “right for all”
And when a Warrior did disagree
They’d bitch and bawl

When a Warrior would state
That not all’s as it seems
This self righteous old fool angers
Interrupts, snaps and screams

“Damn you to hell!” these pious types
Cast judgement upon those
Who choose not think black or white
And won’t let their minds close

Yes hell, that scary, made-up place
Where all who disagree
Will burn in pain and suffering
For all eternity

Many of my poetry
Is written for my kin:
Warriors who know the point
Of life is not to “win”

Nor is it to be “proven right”
And bask in victory
Understanding is my cause
Connection, empathy

And so here is my understanding
Of self-righteous fools:
Do not waste your time on them
And their close-minded rules

They’re just old children who did not
Grow up because they chose
To limit themselves to one book
And its primitive prose

Instead of using life as chance
To experience first hand
To feel, to see, to touch, to smell
To relate, understand

Be wary of these old fools who
Clutch bibles to their chest
They’re frightened little children who are
Far from being blessed

More often than not, the grace
And light of God does not
Radiate within them, they are
Filled with angst and fraught

While Warriors have shed all books
And trinkets ‘cause they know
Experience first-hand is what
Casts off wisdom’s true glow