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Some Choose Hell

25 Mar

some choose hell

Some Choose Hell

The children sat in class while teacher offered them the choice:
“Little ones, who wants to work and who wants to rejoice?”
All the children ‘cept for one jumped up and squealed with glee
All except that one who did not follow or agree

“Izbor?” Teacher asked, “Why do you sit at desk so stern?”
Young Izbor gave him a sly glare, “Because that’s how I learn”
While all the children were dismissed to run outside and play
Izbor sat at his desk with his pen and worked away

Some years later, on his way back home along with mates
A storm ensued which caused the violent crashing of their straits
“It’s best if we turn back the way we came!” they all cried out
Izbor, on the other hand, chose not to wait for drought

He strapped himself tight to his raft and withstood the storm’s rage
And as he did so often, his mileage excelled his age
Several days would pass before his mates would make their way
Safely back to home while whining of sore feet all day

“Oh, my legs are aching” one complained, “I’m in great pain!
Just a few more steps and I fear I’ll suffer a sprain!”
Another moaned, “The sun’s so hot! My skin is turning pink!
When I get home I cannot wait to sleep after a drink!”

As they walked into town they spotted Izbor, bruised and cut
“You managed to survive the storm!” Izbor replied, “Somewhat”
He then walked by and left the town, they asked, “Where are you going?”
“I’ve been here now for several days and do feel myself slowing”

They shook their heads and called him mad, “He always chooses worst!
To not enjoy this peaceful town, that Izbor must be cursed!”
As the years went by his friends grew soft and slow and weak
They laughed as they reminded him, “The world goes to the meek!”

“They can have it,” Izbor said as he sharpened his blade
And set off into the dark forest on his lone crusade
To hunt down and to kill the crazed tiger that feasted on
Three young girls and their mother shortly after the dawn

Izbor found the tiger drinking from a little creek
He drew his sword and beckoned, “Prey on someone who’s not weak”
The tiger took as much from Izbor as he took from beast
And for a moment Izbor saw white light and felt released

A great and powerful being stood before Izbor and
The battered tiger, leaned forward and then outstretched his hand
He pointed to the tiger and he boomed, “To hell with you!”
The tiger sprung towards the flaming gates and then leapt through

The great Judge turned but Izbor had already made his choice
He walked towards the burning gates with resolve in his voice
“Save your clouds and golden harps for those who have no spine
For those who cry, lament, complain, who beg and plead and whine”

“The harder path has always been the one which built my power
Give my spot in Heaven to some worm who likes to cower”
“So be it,” the Judge replied as Izbor entered Hell
And did just as he always had; to conquer and to quell

The ruler in the burning land took notice and looked close
“What the Hell is that?” he asked, for Izbor did engross
“Who’s this man that chooses Hell when ease was in his reach?
Who’s this man that feels the burning pain but does not screech?”

Those around Izbor did suffer in eternity
But Izbor did not suffer, unlike them, Izbor was free
Because he never gave power to any circumstance
Nothing was a problem to Izbor, simply a chance

To fight, endure, to conquer and to be challenged once more
“He’s missed the point of this whole place!” the burning ruler swore
“Get him the Hell out of here!” the horned tyrant ordained
And that is how not even Hell could keep Izbor contained

                                            ~Miro

Meet The Man

31 Oct

Meet The Man

“Meet The Man” I said aloud
When trouble came about
And the person before me chose
To be angry and pout

It wasn’t when things went smoothly
And he was very pleased
I hadn’t met the real man ‘till
By challenge he felt squeezed

“Meet The Man” I said aloud
When something had gone wrong
And different man before me chose
To be graceful and strong

It wasn’t when things were quiet
And he did rarely smile
I met his true self when he bravely
Charged into the vile

“Meet The Man” I said aloud
To myself when time came
For life to rip and tear and gnash
And brutalize and maim

And only then did I find out
The true man deep inside
Only then, when with struggle
And challenge we collide

Do any of us meet the man
Or woman that is true
Funny how a “pleasant day”
Gives a dishonest view

Of who we really are and only
When we’re faced with trial
Do we reveal with honesty
Who does and doesn’t rile

                                   ~Miro

You Are Not A Warrior

27 May

“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.” ~Heraclitus

You Are Not A Warrior

With seven thousand people on
This little page I’ve made
There is one thought that on my mind
Has occasionally weighed

The words of Heraclitus speak
Of how there are so few
Warriors while there are many
Targets just shot through

If you are on this page that claims
To be created by
A Warrior and is meant for
Those who wish to apply

The same virtues, then you must ask
Yourself which one are you:
Just another target or
One of the very few?

A Warrior does not wake up
And dread the day ahead
A Warrior does not wish he
Or she could stay in bed

A Warrior is strong enough
To be gentle but firm
A Warrior does not apologize
And does not squirm

You are not a Warrior
If you have no control
Over how much you do drink
Or food that’s in the bowl

You are not a Warrior
If people cause you stress
If you allow what others do
To influence, depress

You are not a Warrior
If you worry too much
You’ll never find a Warrior
Trapped inside of fear’s clutch

You are not a Warrior
If you are weak and scared
You are not a Warrior
If you have never dared

You are not a Warrior
If you’re concerned about
What others may think and let
Them fill your head with doubt

You are not a Warrior
If something offends you
Accusations and complaints
Only make ego stew

You are not a Warrior
If you wish it were easy
Or if you are a man and treat
Women dirty and sleazy

You are not a Warrior
If you have read this piece
And feel pissed off and press “Unlike”
And make the count decrease

You are just a target that’s
Been hit, bullseye, once more
As they say, “On your way out
Don’t let your ass hit door”

‘Cause I don’t have the time to waste
On people who can’t see
That every single person has
The potential to be

A Warrior but few step up
And make the sacrifice
So if you are a target then
You don’t need my advice

                                         ~Miro

Soft Times

19 Jan

“Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Soft Times

This ain’t the age of warriors
Of that there’s little doubt
The world in which we live in is
One where the soft have clout

It is the age of convenience
Where everything’s “right now”
Everything is “instantly”
With no time to allow

Everything at fingertips
And no patience required
Is it any wonder why
There are so few inspired?

Everything is effortless
But they can’t figure out
Even with this convenience
How to make folks not pout

They constantly complain and whine
About how life is hard
Very few do see that life
Today’s as soft as lard

Bad choices are everywhere
Junk food on every street
Liquor, drugs and luxury
The body does mistreat

The warrior’s a different breed
They’re not afraid to turn
Their backs on all these soft pleasures
Because for more they yearn

Patience, strength and grace which comes
From saying “Not for me”
They aren’t afraid to put chests out
And say “I disagree”

They do not eat when not hungry
For sake of socializing
They do not have another drink
And thereby compromising

Their set of values and virtues
They are not out to please
And all the luxuries in life
To them will not appease

Because the warrior knows that
Like warriors before
All their virtues are not forged
In comfort but in war

The war on ease and laziness
On convenience and leisure
This is why when gadgets bust
The warrior won’t seizure

When other doodads and knicknacks
Go on the fritz and break
The warrior has patience and
Does not become a flake

They do not get frustrated ‘cause
That is a soft reaction
The warrior’s as hard as stone
And suffers no distraction

Because they see the soft times that
Surround them and they say:
“Keep your fancy instant toys
Which frustrate and dismay

We are descendants of the ones
Who needed nothing more
Than what’s already inside us:
Our solid, sturdy core”

                               ~Miro