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Light in the Darkness

11 Feb

Light in the Darkness

I hear a lot of folks complain
Of darkness in the world
How negative things have become
And hate that has unfurled

I see them fold their arms across
Their chest and just bemoan
Never doing anything
To change the world’s dark tone

“It’s hopeless!” they often declare
“What difference can I make?”
And that, my friends, is what is wrong
With folks who bellyache

They cannot fathom how one light
One tiny little flame
When lit up in pitch black rooms
Can so much darkness tame

There was a man two thousand years
Ago who was a light
And headlong did He walk into
The darkness of the night

He did not whine about how bad
That people treated Him
He didn’t sit and fold His arms
And let His candle dim

His name was Jesus and He was
The light in the darkness
No matter how much it enveloped
His light would not suppress

He taught people to not just hide
Away from all the gloom
But to enter into the
Most dark and somber room

To take their hope and faith and light
Into the darkest place
And let that light act as a torch
Illuminating grace

Casting out shadows of doubt
And silencing man’s greed
Acting as a beacon of
The hope that we all need

You cannot just sit by and wait
For your way to be lit
Your path can be made clear by light
That you yourself emit

You may work at a dreary job
With melancholy peers
But it will make no difference
If you go change careers

No matter where you choose to be
There will always be those
Who are the darkness in the room
And cast on you their woes

There may be some within your tribe
Who grumble and dissent
But in optimism’s light
Their darkness will relent

So don’t snuff out your flame of hope
And say it’s all for naught
Follow the shining example
That the Saviour taught

Go headlong into the night
And cast your brilliant glow
Just as the great King of Kings
Did all those years ago

Your light may not burn quite as long
As you may hope it to
But the flash left on their eyes
Will always imbue

And inspire others to
Spread their light to the dark
Sometimes all you need to see
Is just a little spark

                                ~Miro

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Dark Warrior

14 Sep

“There is a difference between you and me. We both looked into the abyss, but when it looked back at us… you blinked.” ~Batman

Dark Warrior

The mugger slowly creeps within the shadows with a gun
In the dark his compassion and understanding’s none
He sees a young woman approach but doesn’t care that she
Just got off a twelve hour shift and almost works for free

He doesn’t care that what’s inside her purse will feed her babies
He simply looks on her with hunger like a dog with rabies
He doesn’t care what it will do to her to be robbed blind
The darkness that he lives in does not ask him to be kind

It doesn’t ask him to think deep or have some empathy
It simply does compel him to engage in a crime spree
The shadows whisper to him that he’s strong and she is weak
They reassure him that she has everything he does seek

It urges him to step forward and take all that she’s got
To manhandle, to have his way and leave her life distraught
Unfortunately for the mugger, someone else does dwell
Inside those same shadows and on him they cast the same spell

He’s perched atop a fire escape, his cape blows in the wind
The furrow on his cowl makes him constantly chagrined
He waits and watches as the mugger steps out of the dark
Startles the young woman, points his handgun and does bark

“Gimme that purse or you’re dead!” and then holds out his hand
But suddenly the gun’s knocked loose and on the ground does land
The mugger looks up startled to see the caped figure rise
In the dark he barely makes out the strange bat disguise

The masked Warrior looks down and sees the mugger stand still
The shadows whisper to him, “You have a much stronger will”
The darkness creeps and tells the bat, “He’s weak and you are strong”
The mugger now feels the dark is where he doesn’t belong

Fear grips mugger as he tries to turn and run away
But the caped Warrior is soon on him without delay
He glides across the sky and then lands on him with a smack
Mugger feels some muscles tear and a couple bones crack

The masked man grabs him by the hair and growls, “Not so fast”
Mugger wonders why the shadow’s whispers didn’t last
And then he looks up and he sees the eyes of the masked freak
And knows compared to him he’s just an amateur, just meek

The bat seeks out the dark and takes it to another level
He shows no fear as he walks into hell to face the devil
He uses that darkness around to make the others pale
That darkness in his eyes makes mugger yearn for a safe jail

Some place nice and bright where he can escape shadow’s grasp
Now that it’s been claimed by the man who speaks with a rasp
“I give up!” the mugger says, “I know” the bat replies
“You always blink” he says with flame and shadow in his eyes

He ties him to the walkway and then returns to the dark
His presence making it a little more dim, cold and stark
And waits until the next man comes who thinks the dark’s his home
In the shadows only the Dark Warrior does roam

                                                         ~Miro

Light in the Darkness

4 Aug

Light in the Darkness

I hear a lot of folks complain
Of darkness in the world
How negative things have become
And hate that has unfurled

I see them fold their arms across
Their chest and just bemoan
Never doing anything
To change the world’s dark tone

“It’s hopeless!” they often declare
“What difference can I make?”
And that, my friends, is what is wrong
With folks who bellyache

They cannot fathom how one light
One tiny little flame
When lit up in pitch black rooms
Can so much darkness tame

There was a man two thousand years
Ago who was a light
And headlong did He walk into
The darkness of the night

He did not whine about how bad
That people treated Him
He didn’t sit and fold His arms
And let His candle dim

His name was Jesus and He was
The light in the darkness
No matter how much it enveloped
His light would not suppress

He taught people to not just hide
Away from all the gloom
But to enter into the
Most dark and somber room

To take their hope and faith and light
Into the darkest place
And let that light act as a torch
Illuminating grace

Casting out shadows of doubt
And silencing man’s greed
Acting as a beacon of
The hope that we all need

You cannot just sit by and wait
For your way to be lit
Your path can be made clear by light
That you yourself emit

You may work at a dreary job
With melancholy peers
But it will make no difference
If you go change careers

No matter where you choose to be
There will always be those
Who are the darkness in the room
And cast on you their woes

There may be some within your tribe
Who grumble and dissent
But in optimism’s light
Their darkness will relent

So don’t snuff out your flame of hope
And say it’s all for naught
Follow the shining example
That the Savior taught

Go headlong into the night
And cast your brilliant glow
Just as the great King of Kings did
All those years ago

Your light may not burn quite as long
As you may hope it to
But the flash left on their eyes
Will always imbue

And inspire others to
Spread their light to the dark
Sometimes all you need to see
Is just a little spark

                                ~Miro

Helping Hand

15 Aug

Helping Hand

When days are dark
And times are bleak
A helping hand
Is what we seek

Someone who will
Lend an ear
A family member
Or a peer

One who has
Our full respect
And whose opinion
Will affect

How we deal
With turmoil
A comrade who
With us will toil

A helping hand
To hold our weight
And pull us up
As we fight fate

But what I’ve learned
Through years of tests
Is where the most
Helpful hand rests

It’s not attached
To your best friend
They need it for
Themselves to fend

It’s not a part
Of mom or pop
They love you but
They cannot stop

Whatever you are
Going through
There’s only so much
They can do

Same for brother
Or your sis
You’re too big to
Pull from abyss

So what about
The Lord above?
Surely He can
Lift with love

He can only
Do so much
To rescue you
From sorrow‘s clutch

He can give
A helping hand
Some extra strength
To help you stand

But first you have
To recognize
Exactly where
All that strength lies

I’ll tell you where
I found my own
First you have
To be alone

No distractions
In the room
Just like way back
In the womb

That helping hand
Was with you there
And has been with you
Everywhere

The hand that can
Help you the most
Is the one
You use to toast

You’ll find it joined
To your own wrist
I’m sure by now
You get the gist

No matter what
Enters your fray
You have to see
That the best way

To pull yourself
Up from the hole
Is to look into
Your own soul

To see the strength
That lies within
The fortitude
That’s always been

Do not cry out
And ask for aid
You may find soon
Your clique will fade

There aren’t that many
People who
Can help even
If wanted to

Instead of asking
Others for
A helping hand
To ease your chore

Just take a look
At your own fist
And your own strength
You should enlist

Because no matter
Who you are
How many friends
Are near and far

The moment when
You’re all alone
Is when your true
Courage is shown

It’s when you see
You are the source
Of strength that can
Alter your course

When times are tough
Let it be known
The strongest helping
Hand’s your own

                       Miro

The Egotist

27 Jun

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

Light in the Darkness

21 Jun

Light in the Darkness

I hear a lot of folks complain
Of darkness in the world
How negative things have become
And hate that has unfurled

I see them fold their arms across
Their chest and just bemoan
Never doing anything
To change the world’s dark tone

“It’s hopeless!” they often declare
“What difference can I make?”
And that, my friends, is what is wrong
With folks who bellyache

They cannot fathom how one light
One tiny little flame
When lit up in pitch black rooms
Can so much darkness tame

There was a man two thousand years
Ago who was a light
And headlong did He walk into
The darkness of the night

He did not whine about how bad
That people treated Him
He didn’t sit and fold His arms
And let His candle dim

His name was Jesus and He was
The light in the darkness
No matter how much it enveloped
His light would not suppress

He taught people to not just hide
Away from all the gloom
But to enter into the
Most dark and somber room

To take their hope and faith and light
Into the darkest place
And let that light act as a torch
Illuminating grace

Casting out shadows of doubt
And silencing man’s greed
Acting as a beacon of
The hope that we all need

You cannot just sit by and wait
For your way to be lit
Your path can be made clear by light
That you yourself emit

You may work at a dreary job
With melancholy peers
But it will make no difference
If you go change careers

No matter where you choose to be
There will always be those
Who are the darkness in the room
And cast on you their woes

There may be some within your tribe
Who grumble and dissent
But in optimism’s light
Their darkness will relent

So don’t snuff out your flame of hope
And say it’s all for naught
Follow the shining example
That the Saviour taught

Go headlong into the night
And cast your brilliant glow
Just as the great King of Kings
Did all those years ago

Your light may not burn quite as long
As you may hope it to
But the flash left on their eyes
Will always imbue

And inspire others to
Spread their light to the dark
Sometimes all you need to see
Is just a little spark

                                ~Miro