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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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Imperfecto’s Vault

30 Aug

Imperfecto’s Vault

There was a guy named “Imperfecto”
Who got the job done and kept going
His vault was empty because
He wasn’t afraid of flaws showing

The end

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