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Calmness is Power

8 Jul

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It’s easy to maintain your calmness on a nice, quiet day. That’s not training. I challenge you to breathe deeply and maintain your calmness on days like today, when media and your peers scream, furrow their brows and exhibit absolutely no control over their emotions. Stand apart, choose to be the 1-in-100, breathe deeply and slowly, sever the puppet strings and feel calmness. All this has happened before and will happen again. The only control you truly have is over yourself, and what happens within.

 

 

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The Warrior’s Creed

11 Jun

WARRIORS CREED

Prayers

18 May

Prayers

“Please” the Christians pray whenever difficulty comes
“Thank God!” they sing when strife has passed and happily bang drums
“Please!” they pray when yet another challenge rears its head
“Thank God!” they roar with glee when blessed with simple days instead

“Please!” they pray when pushed to show great patience, poise and grace
“Thank God!” they shout whenever their kind God allows their case
“Please!” they ask, they beg, beseech, implore, desire and plead
“Thank God!” they praise when “God of Comfort” with them has agreed

As a Warrior, I find the act of prayer quite dense
Wishing, hoping, wanting ‘stead of preparing defense
Praying to someone else, even if a deity
Begging for a shortcut, reprieve, relief, levity

I find the act of begging for mercy to be quite weak
I find the Christian ego to have a silly technique
To be oblivious of their own potential for coping
To pass it off to Jesus who must satisfy their hoping

A faith that just depowers people, “Beg the God above!
Only HE can cure your pains with HIS magical love!”
They’re trained from birth to follow the idea that they are sheep
That they have no control and that hardships cause you to weep

They’re taught that they are not enough, that all is owed to God
To Jesus who “Died for our sins,” the “You owe Me” facade
Silliness is what it is, the teaching that all joy
Requires satisfaction of desire; ego’s ploy

Lessons that just cultivate your ego to want more
And those who see through all the lies? “The devil’s word!” they roar
They pray to God of Desires, denounce “Devil of Pain”
Pretend they’re blessed and happy and fake it ‘till they’re insane

They get upset and angry while they claim their faith is strong
They claim their God delivers them from everything that’s wrong
So many empty inside but lack courage to admit
It isn’t working like the pastor promised with his wit

And so they pray and pray for peace of mind and hope God will
Do something about it since the Christian way’s: “Stand still”
“Clasp your hands and say a silent, selfish prayer for ease”
“Pray to God and Jesus that each day will be a breeze”

I am Warrior, I pray to nothing and no one
If there’s a God, then grab a seat and watch, this should be fun
I look to nothing or no one except myself each day
I have the strength to endure because *I* made it that way

I chose to do the work, to sacrifice, to feel the pain
To count to ten and breath slowly while others went insane
I trained and pushed myself to my limit, then raised the bar
I need no God of Mercy for I’m King, Master & Czar

The ones who pray don’t understand, they think it all came easy
They think that confidence is arrogance, it makes them queasy
I don’t play by the rules, “You’re not supposed to be alone!”
Their self-imposed limits on strength and choice just make me groan

Victims every day and night all praying for a break
They’d rather beg and suffer all their lives than be awake
No courage to question what they’ve been taught, what they believe
No courage to look in themselves in order to achieve

“Pray for this” and “pray for that,” a silly wishing game
Seemingly legitimized since it’s wished in “God’s name”
I am Warrior and I no longer wish at all
‘Cause I’ve found much more peace when I run, jump, push, climb or crawl

                                                                ~Miro

Let It Go

31 May

“Let it go.”

I feel like I’ve said it a million times to other people as well as to myself. So many people are suffering, and the harsh truth is that they’re clinging to their own misery. They’re clutching it close to their chest. They’re holding on to the burning coal that scorches their flesh and common sense says “DROP THE FUCKING THING!” but as Voltaire said, “Common sense is not so common.”

Everyone wants to know the secret to being happy. What do you have to do in order to have happiness? To be at peace. To control your feelings. Ready for a shock? You don’t have to DO anything! That’s the ultimate irony, the grand, sad joke on a society of busy-bodies who are scurrying around trying to figure out what task will grant them their wishes and make them feel fulfilled. There isn’t anything you have to DO. There are things you have to LET GO OF. There are SACRIFICES you have to make. There are things you have to CEASE in order to become aware of the the happiness that is already within you and has ALWAYS been there.

Let it go. Something didn’t pan out the way you planned? Let it go. I don’t mean bullshit yourself and put on a brave face. I mean honestly, genuinely let it go. Release the desire. Somebody died? Let them go. It’s YOU who is the problem. YOU and your attachment. They’re gone and they’re not going to change their mind on that. It’s YOU that needs to WAKE UP, be aware of what IS now and LET GO of what WAS yesterday. It’s a pity most people don’t dwell on such things. They’re afraid to sit in silence and think “deep thoughts” because they’ve been lead to believe by idiots, cowards and sheep that you have to be a psychologist or Dr. Phil in order to be allowed to venture into the deeper recesses of your own mind and soul. It’s unfortunate that most people take the easy, lazy path to healing and just WAIT for the days to pass and for time to numb the pain.

I am a WARRIOR. I don’t rely on ANYONE to ease my journey, and I don’t rely on ANYTHING either. And that includes time. My feelings are a result of my effort, my choice, my sweat and my sacrifice. The peace I feel when plans don’t pan out or when someone I hold dear passes away isn’t a result of the passage of time. It’s a result of awareness. Of mindfulness. Of gratitude and acceptance, regardless of my own personal, selfish, egoic desires. I step out of the line of waddling normals and have the audacity to proclaim, “My mind, my emotions.”

I choose what I’m passionate about, and I also choose what I let go of, and in this society, letting go is vital to living a healthy, productive, courageous life. Let it go. Let it ALL go. Reject the programming done to you that says you need THIS or THAT in order to be happy. You’re already happy. You’ve just bought into a lie that says happiness is conditional. What if I asked you, “How do you see?” There’s no answer for it, you just see. If something blocks your view, there’s nothing you can do to see again other than removing the blockage. Same goes for happiness. You’re happy, but you’ve blocked it with conditions. Remove the conditions and you’ll be happy for no reason. That’s TRUE happiness. “Happy for a reason” has a time limit on it, and comes with a harsh swinging pendulum.

Are you going to wait for perfect conditions to be happy? Or are you going to WAKE UP and realize that conditions come and conditions go, and allowing them to influence our emotions only makes us dependent. Stand apart. Control YOURSELF because it’s the one thing in this world you CAN actually control. Everything else is just there to be enjoyed and appreciated while it lasts, and then let go of when the end comes.

Let it go,
~Miro

Hell

24 Oct

Hell

Hell is not as far away as many do believe
It is not a far away realm where people burn and seethe
It’s not another dimension that’s opened after death
Hell does not appear for bad people at their last breath
Hell is here and now for those who do not have control
Hell exists around the people who refuse to roll
With all the punches that life throws, Hell is the here and now
Hell is fists clenched in anger, Hell is a furrowed brow
Hell is hateful words spit out that later do torment
Hell is the current home for those who feel need to vent
A self created Hell thanks to a lack of discipline
That has nothing to do with Satan, God, Jesus or sin
Hell is the excuse “I’m only human!” Being weak
Thinking that your mortal shell is pathetic and meek
That is why the Warrior lives in a different realm
The Warrior is in control and mighty at the helm
The Warrior says, “No,” “Relent,” “That doesn’t work for me”
While so many are caged in Hell, the Warrior is free
Because they know the danger lies much closer than most think
They realize they could step into Hell within a blink
But they refuse to lose control, to let another shake
Their iron will and fortitude, their resolve will not break
And none of it is automatic, all of it’s a choice
Warriors decide they won’t dwell in Hell with their voice
They speak up, disagree and won’t fall in with all the sheep
They stand apart, alone, courageous, wise, intense and deep
And walk among a thousand Hells created by the others
Hell of parents, Hell of friends, Hell of sisters and brothers
Hell of strangers on the street, Hell everywhere they go
And none of any of these Hell’s residents seem to know
That they opened the gates of Hell with their very own key:
Ego, selfishness, anger, fear, doubt and apathy

                                               ~Miro

Developing Discipline

23 Oct

Developing Discipline

How does one develop, raise
And strengthen discipline?
Self-restraint, the power to
Control, endure, to win?

Discipline is key to conquering
So many vices
But cost of discipline is the
Unlikeliest of prices

Discipline is not “gotten”
It’s already possessed
It is a trait with which you were
From birth already blessed

But it is buried underneath
The pleasures and the bliss
When it is time to have some fun
It’s what folks do dismiss

“How do I get disciplined
Like you?” some folks will ask
“You don’t get disciplined,” I say
“There’s no training or task

Discipline is what is left
When other things are lost
Discipline comes with great pain
Suffering and exhaust”

It is uncovered when your shoulders
Feel like great big spikes
Are stabbing, twisting into them
Two sudden lightning strikes

You learn just how much discipline
You have when both your knees
Are weak and you feel that you could
Be knocked down by a breeze

Your discipline is not a choice
But comes quite automatic
When you have had a few too many
Things that were dramatic

Happen in your life, the loss
Of parents, friends, a child
Losing these pieces of you
Keep you from getting riled

The trials of life will chip away
Like sculptor with a stone
It chips away at all the flesh
And meat ‘till it hits bone

And that is where your discipline
Resided all along
The iron will enabling
To be graceful and strong

*Loss* is the “big secret” to
Discovering that power
It doesn’t matter how many
Great books that you devour

It doesn’t matter how many
Great mentors instruct you
Discipline is not something
You get, gain or accrue

Maybe when you lose your health
You’ll stop having that smoke
Maybe when your heart’s diseased
And you’re told soon you’ll croak

You’ll have the discipline to eat
Foods much lower in salt
And have the strength to abstain from
The things which are at fault

Maybe when you’ve lost much more
Than most people endure
All the things which you’re addicted
To will lose allure

Wish you luck with conquering
Those vices that you fight
May you endure great loss and then
Finally see the light

                              ~Miro

Text Addiction

2 Jun

“Why is it drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users?”  ~Clifford Stoll


Text Addiction

The theatre lights start to dim
The usher goes out on a limb
And says out loud “Please, cell phones off”
You hear a couple people scoff

The warning screen comes up and reads
“Please, cell phones off” and film proceeds
The lights go out except for screens
Still lit up from a couple teens

And twenty-something people plus
Some older who still do discuss
With friends not there through both their thumbs
Eventually a comment comes

“Will you please stop that?” someone calls
The texter covers phone and stalls
But after a few minutes, they
Continue to then text away

Let me delve into their mind
Expose the person who is blind
To many people who surround
These texting people do astound

They do not seem to realize
How their lit screens distract the eyes
The theatre screen should be the
Only lit picture that we see

But when you leave your cell phone on
Our eyes wander and are then drawn
To their selfish little text chatter
That to all others does not matter

It can wait two hours ‘till
The movie’s runtime does fulfill
If someone is unable to
Go without texting for a few

Hours, they really should admit
How they’re unable to commit
That they do lack all self-control
And depend on cell to console

When asking these folks to please cease
I do not bark, but say with peace
“It’s shameful how undisciplined
You are” which makes them quite chagrinned

Because they’ve heard the usher say
And saw the message on display
And while a hundred other men
And women shut off with “amen”

These few users could not let go
Turn cell phone off, enjoy the show
They are elsewhere while hitting keys
And all they create is unease

It’s selfishness I don’t abide
So my true feelings I don’t hide
So many paid their hard earned cash
To watch the film, not cell screen’s flash

So if my first warning’s unheard
The Warrior in me is stirred
I will get up and ask them to
Give me the cell or say adeui

‘Cause everyone else just complains
Everyone in seat remains
But one in every hundred stands
Sticks out their hand and then commands

That their selfishness stops right now
No more of it will we allow
Go outside if you want to text
Or usher’s powers will be flexed

Half the time the texters stop
They turn it off and let it drop
The other half, the texter can’t
Break their addiction so they rant

They’ll call you names and be offended
That on them you have descended
Completely blind to why you spoke
They’ll tell you how you’re a big joke

But guess what? Now they’re feeling frazzled
And movie won’t leave them dazzled
The other half will stand and leave
So either way, you do achieve

Exactly what you set out to
A text addiction broken through
So when you see those screens still lit
Don’t grumble quietly and sit

Stand up, walk over, get in faces
Close enough to see their braces
Jar them out of that machine
‘Cause they are lost within that screen

Oblivious to world around
The paying patrons who surround
So be one of the few who go
The extra mile to let them know

What they are doing is quite weak
Their lack of self-control critique
Regardless of what they say back
They know the discipline they lack

                                              ~Miro

Weak Stick

26 Jan

“The cigarette does the smoking – you’re just the sucker.”  ~Author Unknown

Weak Stick

A lot of traits do come to mind
When I see smokers pull
A cigarette out from a box
And take a deep breath full

Of chemicals, carcinogens
And nicotine and tar
Here’s the picture that they paint
When sucking that cigar

I see a lazy person who
Wants to feel better fast
I see an futile person who
Can’t learn that it won’t last

I see a selfish person who
Pollutes the air we breathe
I see a full grown baby who
Still has the need to teethe

I see a foolish person who
Keeps wasting all their dough
To paint their lungs a darker shade
And make the tumor grow

I see a weak person who doesn’t
See the strength inside
I see a coward who searches
For close places to hide

I see a corpse that’s wasting time
And money and the love
Of all their friends and family
And maybe God above

I see an ingrate piss away
Their health when there’s so many
Who’d give the world to have it back
‘Cause they do not have any

I see a slave with no courage
To break free from their chains
A wimp who can’t withstand withdrawal
Who can’t endure the pains

A spoiled rotten little brat
Who thinks life’s all about
Comfort, pleasure, luxury
Taking the easy route

I challenge every smoker to
Accomplish this one feat
Next time that you get a craving
Before you light that treat

Throw it on the ground and crush
That weak stick with your heel
And throw the rest down there as well
And give them the same deal

Don’t cry about how much they cost
You’ve burned a lot before
Makes no difference if they’re in
Your lungs or on the floor

Crush those weak sticks and then wait
For those shakes to begin
Instead of looking for a fix
Focus and look within

Concentrate and clear your mind
And take it like the rest
Don’t tremble and cry for help
Stand up and beat your chest!

Growl, show some backbone and
Control your weakened mind
Stop being so aloof and
To your own strength so blind

Weaker ones than you have quit
And they put you to shame
Every time you feel the sudden
Urge to light that flame

Lazy, futile, selfish, baby
Foolish, weak and coward
One step closer to a corpse
With every stick devoured

Ingrate, slave, a wimp and spoiled
Rotten little brat
Who doesn’t realize where the
True calming force is at

And sensitive because they never
Want to hear that they
Are doing anything wrong, but
They don’t use that ash tray

Take a look at your sidewalk
Next time you take a stroll
Count the cigarette butts that
You see on your patrol

Then say smokers aren’t lazy
Aloof and big ingrates
Foolish, weak and cowardly
And all these other traits

“But hey, I smoke and I always
Put my butt in the trash!”
Good for you, now go collect
All of your drifting ash

                                 ~Miro

*some taking personal offense at this write might be well served to read

https://warriorpoetwisdom.com/2011/12/13/truth-hurts/


Workout Whiners

23 Jan

“Stop whining!” ~Arnold Schwarzenegger

Workout Whiners

“Ow, my arms are sore today
‘Cause of P90X”
So many do complain as they
Rub sore muscles and flex

Why are there so many trainers
Who instruct their pupils
On how to get bodies in shape
But not how to tone scruples?

The exerciser is driven
With goal of looking ripped
But rarely are they told to be
Of soreness nondescript

It doesn’t do them any good
To cry about their aches
Keeping your mouth shut about
The soreness is what makes

A person grow much stronger and
More disciplined as well
The point is not just to endure
It’s to have grace through hell

Look at all the great athletes
From years gone by ‘till now
How many of them complained
Of soreness and said “ow”?

How many great boxers, bikers
Football, tennis players
Whined about their workouts and
Were pessimistic sayers?

Keep in mind next time you’re coached
If they forget to teach
That in addition to hard work
It’s vital not to screech

It’s part of mental discipline
To absorb all the strain
Take comfort that it will pass
And don’t complain of pain

And for those who will respond with
“It is quite good to mention
Anything that’s bothering
For the sake of prevention”

You’ve missed the point, this topic’s not
About what you sound like
When you’re throwing weights around
Or riding on that bike

It is about the little aches
That we complain about
The little soreness that we could
Accept but choose to pout

Awakened muscles used for the
First time in quite a while
Of course they’re going to protest and
Treat pain sensors hostile

“Stop whining” as Arnold said
And so many before
The soreness in your muscles is
Part of the workout chore

                                 ~Miro

Warrior Weight Loss Wisdom

7 Jan

“Discipline is wisdom and vice versa.” ~M. Scott Peck

Warrior Weight Loss Wisdom

Many people struggle with
The battle to lose weight
The problem is that they look for
Shortcuts to find their fate

I’m speaking from experience
When I speak of weight loss
Let me take a moment and
My weight history gloss

I was obese when I was young
Because I ate too much
And because I didn’t move
With running, sports and such

They laughed and poked their fun and called me
“Fatty” and a pig
I lost the weight because their insults
Did so deeply dig

I lost it through shortcuts like eating
Hardly any food
And shakes and pills because I was
Concerned how I was viewed

Surprise surprise, the weight came back
Because I hadn’t learned
Anything of discipline
And how weight loss is earned

Again I felt inadequate
Again I sought shortcuts
Diet pills instead of work
Starving instead of guts

Again the weight came off and then
Again it came right back
Again I felt that I was under
Their constant attack

But something finally came to me
The true reason to lose
All the weight I carried which
Had caused so many blues

When I chose to trim my waist
Not for another’s praise
But for my own accomplishment
That ended my fat days

I took the motto “try harder”
And didn’t look for ease
I finally accepted that
Weight loss was not a breeze

I disciplined myself with food
That didn’t taste that great
Compared to all the fried delights
That had packed on the weight

I exercised and learned about
What my true limits were
I stopped letting discomfort and
A little pain deter

The weight came off but I did not
Feel any swell of pride
I didn’t gaze in mirrors, my
New body wasn’t eyed

It was a by-product of something
Greater that I gained
An understanding of the power
Of being self-trained

No routines or regiments
No classes did I take
I didn’t have a trainer for
My convenience’s sake

I listened to my body and
Used it all that I could
And slashed my mind to ribbons when
It said “This is not good!”

“This is uncomfortable, this is
Too hard, this is not fun!
You’ be much happier if you
Ate junk and weighed a tonne!”

The weight stayed off because I have
The one thing that you need
In order for your weight loss to
Permanently succeed:

Discipline, the rigor of
Training, experience
Ability to make right choices
‘Cause you are intense

You cannot get it in a pill
Or shake or diet plan
The strength is already in you
So simplify your scan

Stop searching for methods to
Reduce your extra pounds
Cut out sugar and fried food
And push physical bounds

Go out for a jog, don’t fret
When you are out of breath
You’re falling to the level of
Your training, not your death

In time you will build discipline
And strength, conditioning
You’ll learn to stand up on your own
And to shortcuts not cling

And when you reach your goal you’ll see
The body that you’ve earned
Isn’t something that you’ll flaunt
For their heads to be turned

It’s something more, a symbol of
Your potential achieved
When you forsake the shortcuts and
In yourself have believed

                              ~Miro