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Tool-Less

12 Oct

Tool-Less

I spoke the other day about
How calendar does not
Decide when one’s a warrior
And neither does the spot

Another thing that doesn’t rule
On who’s a warrior
Is weapon, tool, instrument or
However you refer

To something that one must employ
In order to be that
A baseball player isn’t one
Unless he has a bat

A pitcher isn’t more than someone
Just standing around
Unless he has a ball to throw
And stands atop a mound

A hockey player needs his skates
To do the thing he is
A student isn’t one unless
He has to take a quiz

Writers cannot claim to be
Unless they have a way
Of taking down and recording
All of the things they say

Artists need their brushes and
Their canvases and clay
Dancers need their music on
And actors need their play

Musicians can make no music
Without drums and guitars
Even alcoholics can’t
Get drunk without their bars

On and on I see people
Who are by tools defined
I think of what I am and it
Gives me great peace of mind

I am a warrior and I
Don’t need a sword or shield
In any situation it’s
My own strength that I wield

My patience, grace, my fortitude
And my intensity
Aren’t dependent on if I
Have electricity

My supply of focus and
Courage will not run low
My resolve and my balance
Aren’t funded by my dough

You’re given everything that you
Require at your birth
Don’t believe materialistic
Things define your worth

The most important thing to be
Is tool-less in an age
Where everyone uses them to
Evaluate and gauge

“What you see is what you get”
Is our mentality
Warriors rely on what’s
Inside and are tool-free

                      Miro

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Making It

24 Sep

Making It

I had a chit-chat recently
With someone who had heard
That I do some work with movies
Which caused them to be spurred

To give me some advice on how
To become a success
Without having any knowledge
Of my field they did guess

That since I write and make movies
The only thing to do
Is to move to Los Angeles
And watch success ensue

Several topics came to mind
While this fool tried to teach
That fame and wealth are the two goals
For which I should now reach

To say he was a fool may seem
A bit harsh on my part
But it’s a great word to describe
Someone who isn’t smart

Dictionary defines ‘fool’ as
Someone who’s weak-minded
One who lacks judgement or sense
Someone who has been blinded

I asked this fellow, “What is fame?”
And his response told me
All he pictured was his name
Flashing on a marquee

I asked him “What is fortune?” and
It was clear that he thought
Wealth is based solely upon
The money that you’ve got

I asked him one last thing and that’s
“What’s happiness to you?”
It seemed to be a question that
Came right out of the blue

Once again he hadn’t thought
About where his joy lies
A fool who’s let other folks say
What happiness implies

That it comes from “making it”
From being top of class
That it’s based on accolades
And riches you amass

People like this fellow here
Should take a moment and
Think for themselves and forsake
All other people’s brand

Of success and “making it”
And come up with their own
One that defines happiness
For them and them alone

Do not strive for what the others
Tell you to strive for
Conventional accomplishments
Are ones you should ignore

Your purpose here is not just to
Win awards and get rich
Your purpose is to do the work
And other lives enrich

You do not have the same purpose
As any other person
Going after someone else’s goals
Just makes joy worsen

Think about just how unique
You are and do not fall
Into someone else’s goals
Which are defined too small

Head up, chest out and say loud
“That doesn’t work for me!”
I have no wish to see my name
Flashing on a marquee

I do not need my films to be
Seen by millions of fans
I do not need a flashy red
Carpet premiere at Cannes

I do not need to rub elbows
With Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt
I do not need a horde of wealth
To say that I’ve “made it”

And I don’t need the advice of
A fool who hasn’t made
The effort to learn of my craft
Except for what it’s paid

“Making it” for me is something
That is day to day
When the sun has set is when
I look back and survey

Did I give all of myself
To be my very best?
Did I employ patience and
Courage in every test?

Did I push myself as far
As my body could go?
Did I make an effort to
In some way try to grow?

Did I let go of things that
Did threaten to upset?
Did I never once complain
About some pain or sweat?

I don’t need to be in L.A.
New York or Toronto
To say I’ve “made it” anymore
Because of this I know:

Regardless of what ground’s beneath
My feet at present time
Every day I’ve “made it” when
I’ve completed my climb

So to the fool I spoke with, “Thanks”
But I don’t need advice
From someone who believes that fortune
And fame will suffice

Because it’s very clear to me
By watching those who do
Even though they’ve “made it” they just
Haven’t got a clue

They got what other people told them
That they had to get
But somehow they’re still miserable
Stressed out and quite upset

I’ll trade that any day for all
The peace and grace I’ve got
By straying from that tired course
And making my own plot

                            Miro

Mislead

16 Sep

Mislead

It’s been quite a while
Since I’ve watched TV
And what intrigues most
Is commercials I see

Thirty second spots
Telling you what you need
Just like Inception
Planting the seed

A trip to Cancun
You’ll be happy there
Drinks on the beach
And not have a care

A new video game
You get to pretend
That you’re a real hero
You fight and defend

You need this car if
You want them to think
That you’re rich and get
A pretty girl’s wink

I can’t help but feel
We’re being mislead
It’s not about joy
It’s all about $bread$

The ones who put on
This ongoing farce
Their care for your joy
Is really quite sparse

They’re not driven ‘cause
They want you content
Their sole motivation’s
The almighty cent

They mislead you to
Believe that you need
All of these things
That just feed your greed

They encourage you
To just think inward
Trying to make
Your selfishness stirred

Half-minute spots
From phonies and liars
Hoping that you
Will be their next buyers

Don’t be mislead
By good looking actors
Exotic locations
And other rich factors

They’re lying to you
You don’t need their wares
Do not let your wants
Coincide with theirs

See through the veil
Of music and lights
Shallow joy and
Misleading delights

                          Miro

Perfecto’s Vault

30 Aug

Perfecto’s Vault

There once was an artist whose name
Reflected the work that he did
“Perfecto” was his name because
Imperfection is what he forbid

He worked as an artist and sculptor
Musician and filmmaker too
A writer, a poet, a dancer
Creative he was, through and through

But the problem was that young Perfecto
Just never could get things quite right
He wanted them perfect, and so
He worked on them all day and night

But Perfecto could never get works
To ever be without some flaws
“It has to be perfect to gain
The audience’s big applause!”

And so he kept tweaking and tweaking
But never could get it perfect
“It has to be just how I want it!
This artwork of me does reflect!”

And after way too much fine-tuning
Of it he eventually got sick
And so rather than unveil and let
A few of his viewers nitpick

He took it way down to his basement
And threw it into his steel vault
Along with all his other works
That had some sort of tiny fault

He slammed shut the door of the vault
And began to think of his next piece
Never once thinking it too
Would make his vault’s contents increase

Years later, when he was much older
And tried to store one more away
The vault’s door exploded wide open
And out spilled all of its cache

There he lay buried in pieces
That used to seem like they were flawed
But where once he’d been irritated
Now the old man was just awed

The years had done something to his eyes
No longer did he see the specks
All he saw was how amazing
Were all his abandoned projects

The joy and the wonder he got
Had suddenly made him admit
Perfecto had been very selfish
To think all his work was unfit

He understood there in that moment
Not everyone sees things the same
What one person thinks is imperfect
Another might loudly exclaim:

“I love it! It’s awesome! Fantastic!
I really enjoyed all your work!
Thank you for sharing it with me
And bringing to my face a smirk!”

And so Perfecto sat and cried
‘Cause all of his passion and talent
Lay on the floor of this dark basement
Because he had not been more gallant

To not care what others would think
About the work he had created
Drowning in work he now loved
That for silly reasons he had once hated

The end

Business Card

12 Aug

Business Card

“Can I get your business card?” is what
I often hear folks ask
Whenever they find out what I
Have chosen as my task

Writer, actor, editor
Director, “movie-guy”
Many different channels which
Do make all my time fly

“I may have something that I’ll need
Your help with very soon”
Not the first time that I’ve heard
Them sing that wishful tune

They use words like “Maybe” and “if”
And “possibly,” “perhaps”
Hopeful aspirations which
Bring on the “oohs” and claps

I give my card and they put it
Away for the right time
When everything falls into place
To make my cell phone chime

The thing is, my phone never rings
From someone with my card
Took a while for me to see
It’s something they discard

I wondered if maybe there was
A typo in the number
E-mail address or website
That had caused the long slumber

But nope, the data’s all correct
And as it should appear
The fate of my business card then
Becomes to me quite clear

Tossed out to the wind or at
The bottom of a bin
Ironic since it was taken
With such an anxious grin

I’ve given out hundreds of cards
And can’t recall one case
I’ve ever heard back from someone
Who followed through the chase

It’s been years since I had any
To give away, although
I still get asked quite frequently
That’s when I let them know

“My business card is now online
It’s not that hard to find
No more print expenditures
And no more trees to grind”

No website to memorize
Or number to retain
Google’s made life easier
For every cluttered brain

“Do a search for my name and
You’ll find my own website
Or look me up on Facebook and
When there feel free to write”

Don’t have room inside your head
To remember my name?
Text yourself with your cell phone
Please, show me you have game

Show me some intensity
That you do in fact care
That you know you can’t just talk
You also have to dare

To follow through, to roll up sleeves
To toil, sweat and grind
Accomplishment is not something
Just on the ground you find

Like a tossed out business card
That started out so well
Exchanged with words of how we both
Were going to excel

Waste of money, pulp and ink
I’ve come to realize
“Here’s my card” is an expression
I’ve come to despise

Because you can’t make people care
By giving them a piece
Of paper, three point five by two
And waiting for increase

In profit or in other things
Like your networking clique
It takes more than a business card
To make their interest pique

You have to make the call yourself
Or send a few e-mails
Learn from Andy in Shawshank
Persistence never fails!

So throw away your business card
Before someone else does
It’s time we all accepted that
It’s just a waste because

It’s too easy to throw away
Too easy to ignore
It doesn’t motivate us to
Do all the things we swore

Please don’t ask me for mine ‘cause
I just don’t see what good
A business card has ever done
It’s just a waste of wood

                         Miro

Diva

26 Jul

Diva

I had the chance the other day
To shoot a video
The team that came together has
Left me with quite a glow

Actors, singers and the crew
Worked very hard that day
Everyone came to have fun
But one came just for pay

We had the misfortune to have
A Diva on the set
This spoiled brat acted as if
We all owed her a debt

But since I always like to have
An attitude to show
I’m thankful for the things I have
I thought I’d let her know

I’m thankful for the work she’s made
For me when editing
The hours it will take to make
This Diva look something

Like an actress with talent
But it will take much cutting
Her lack of personality
And skill is very jutting

I could forgive the attitude
If she just brought the goods
Unfortunately she stunk worse than
Some bear crap in the woods

Thanks for acting like you didn’t
Want to be on set
For acting like a brat because
You almost broke a sweat

Thanks for not wanting to shoot
The scene we wrote for you
For walking out as “Action!” called
And holding up the crew

Thanks for not seeing how hard
The dancers worked all day
Burning feet on scorching ground
And no complaints to say

Thanks for having no idea
Of what acting entails
For breaking character to check
The status of your nails

Thanks for booking one more gig
Later that same night
And making our schedule
Incredibly tight

So tight that we didn’t have
Time to sit and eat
Rushing the entire day
While you took time to tweet

And what I’m really grateful for
Was how you dragged your ass
For those final shots in which
You showed so little class

As time ticked away so fast
I thought you’d get in gear
But the less time that we had
The heavier your rear

And when I thanked you for your time
And all of your “hard” work
Thanks for being such a cold
Pretentious stuck-up jerk

When I told you how you screwed
The crew with plans you made
Thanks for your selfish response
Of “I gotta get paid”

It’s probably quite obvious
I’m being sarcastic
I’m actually not thankful for
Your Diva-licious schtick

But there is in fact one thing
I am quite grateful for
The inspiration to write this
And spread your Diva lore

To other folks who come across
Your “beautiful” headshot
The camera may show off your looks
But one thing was not caught

Your awful, selfish attitude
That you just cannot hide
Good luck with seeing how many
Others let it slide

                                ~Miro