Tag Archives: effort

Grind

3 Mar

Grind

Too many look past
The sweat and the grind
Want the gold prize
But are idle inclined

Now I don’t claim
To be some dynamo
To tell you the truth
I’m feeling quite slow

From the aches and the pains
That are holding me back
But slow as I go
I don’t curb my attack

‘Cause it’s not about how
Fast you finish the race
In fact there’s no finish 
It’s all in the chase

It’s running the road
That you know never ends
And pushing yourself
When it always extends

Accepting that there
Is no end in sight
Pushing on boldly
With all of your might

Not looking beside you
To see how the others
Compare with your pace
Or you with another’s

It’s about your potential
Finding your limit
And pushing it further
When you’d much rather quit

It’s about being spent
Completely tapped out
Then roaring with vigor
A primeval shout

“I’ll never give up
It’s not in my code
I’ll keep trudging on
Even though slowed”

Endurance and faith
Conviction and will
Awake in yourself
And in others, instill

And after a while
As others have sat
And you’ve ground your feet
Till they’re ragged and flat

They’ll marvel at all
That you have attained
From running the road
From not being chained

And they’ll want the same
And maybe they too
Will have the conviction
To follow it through

But remind them that it
Does come at a price
Before they lace up
Give this sound advice:

“There’s no end in sight
There won’t be a finish
The harder you grind
The more you diminish

It’s the warrior’s code
To give it your all
And when legs start to buckle
Well, then you can crawl

The goal is to always
Be moving forward
That is the prize
The grind will reward”

                              ~Miro

Seek

25 Feb

Seek

Sorry but the old saying isn’t
“Sit and ye shall find”
It takes the movement detailed in
The aforementioned grind

You won’t find what you’re looking for
Unless you choose to seek
If all you do is sit at home
You’ve got the wrong technique

‘Cause no one found a single thing
By sitting on a couch
Complaining about everything
And being just a grouch

Seeking is what brings about
The changes in  your life
Don’t be scared that it will cause you
Suffering and strife

The truth is that there really isn’t
Much to fear out there
Scared of what people will think?
The truth is they don’t care

So why should you then care about
Whatever they may say?
Let them give their two cents worth
And then be on their way

Afraid that someone will say no
To something you request?
Ask again and once again
It works, I will attest

Send a letter every week
Like Andy in Shawshawk
Show them your tenacity
And take it to the bank

That no one can deny someone
Who tries their very best
Perseverance is the key
To closing every quest

Use each opportunity
To make another one
Everything’s connected to
The place you have begun

Now get up and out the door
And seek the thing you need
“Seek and ye shall find” it says
So seek and you’ll succeed

                                          ~Miro

Distance

25 Nov

Distance

To deal with something that takes toll
To overcome and take control
Takes distance but not in the way you’d think

It’s not about the miles moved
Creative distance is what’s soothed
So many who have been pushed to their brink

Moving physically won’t do
Much good if your mind still does stew
Over the thing that threatens all your peace

And so that mind you must coerce
In creativity imerse
Yourself and soon your struggle will then cease

Create! Create! Do anything!
A painting! Writing! Sculpture! Sing!
Will something new into reality

Creative distance, every day
And soon you’ll see how far away
The bullshit is that made you take a knee

Get over yourself and stand tall
(Even if at first you crawl)
In time your creativity will trek

The distance that will show quite clear
What caused you stress and pain and fear
Is now just a distant and silly speck

                      ~Miro

Welcome Back!

18 Nov

Welcome Back!

I’ve always made an effort to keep
In contact with friends
But sometimes that constant effort
Feels lopsided and ends

There have been many who, through years
Have only waited for
Me to put the first foot forward
And walk through the door

“Welcome back!” I hear them say
When I broadcast again
“Haven’t seen or heard from you
Since, oh, I don’t know when!”

But I don’t feel like I’ve been gone
I’ve been here all along
Though they think I have been silent
I’ve been singing my song

The vast majority to which
I speak to will reply
“Welcome back!” because they’re so
Used to saying goodbye

But there’s a handful of true friends
Who do reciprocate
And never give a “Welcome back!”
Because they do not wait

They never wonder, “Where you been?”
Because they make the call
Because they send the note
No matter how minor or small

They are the Alex’s and Sue’s
The Richard’s and Gab-May’s
The ones who do not just reply
They’re warriors who say

“Hello!’ and are not just an audience
Waiting for more
They never give a “Welcome back!”
Because they don’t ignore

The effort that it takes to be
A true friend and maintain
To nurture, sustain, prolong and
No fear enters their brain

No doubt if they should bother and
No shyness to speak up
No laziness to take a drive
And chat over a cup

I do appreciate the “Welcome Back!”’s
That I receive
But know that silently I say
Each time, “I didn’t leave”

Still here, still breathing
Still pounding my warrior chest
Still conquering my pain, still pondering
Still feeling blessed

Still singing, still snarling, still showing
My fierce razor fangs
My feather quill still writes and my
Steel sword still swings and clangs

I simply take a side step and
Remove myself from stage
Still here, just not under spotlight
Off to the side I wage

So ask yourself, next time you tell
An old friend, “Welcome back!”
Were they really gone or did you
Not pick up the slack?

Are you a friend who doesn’t wait
Or audience on hold
Do you wait and say, “Welcome back!”
Or do you act more bold?

                               ~Miro

Warrior Indigestion

14 Jul

indigestion

Warrior Indigestion

As years go by, our bodies change and how we handle food
Changes due to indigestion and we must exclude
Those things we could consume with no effort in younger days
Those same things now cause heartburn and set intestines ablaze

For Warriors, there are some foods which no longer digest
Within the fiery pit that burns intensely in our chest
Things like whining cause a gag reflex within our maw
Laying blame elicits vomit shooting from our jaw

Having no accountability gives us the runs
Laziness to do the work sprays liquid from our buns
“1st World Problem” stress does not sit right within our gut
Lack of gratitude for blessings makes us puke somewhat

Pursuit of shallow status such as money, job and cars
Does not agree with stomachs decorated with old scars
The selfie/ego/snowflake generation gives us gas
Because our diet is made up of iron, steel and brass

Fire goes down easy, problems quench our intense thirst
Pain’s a yummy snack that we could gorge on ‘till we burst
Lighting is dessert and storms are delectable meals
We’re nourished by what makes most sick: challenges and ideals

Sacrifice and work, accountability and grace
With empathy and bravery is how we stuff our face
We’ll pass on all the fear and weakness buffets that most feast
They may slake appetites of sheep, but don’t nourish a beast

                                                  ~Miro

The Time That’s Left

25 Jun

hourglass

The Time That’s Left

A quirky twist of fate to be imbued with the belief
That we will live forever, yet our time on Earth is brief
We make bold declarations that “Tomorrow, things will change!
Tomorrow the battle begins! I’ll plan and rearrange!”

Procrastinating since we think because we’ve lived this long
Precedent would prove that we’ll for many years prolong
While all the truths which do dispel this naive ignorance
Are scoffed at, scorned, evaded or met with indifference

“Healthy” people dying of a heart attack at fifty
Time cut short despite their abstinence from drugs and whisky
Young lives cut too short because a mishap with car
Fate ignores how talented they were with a guitar

Children filled with love and life and innocence close eyes
And breathe their final breath despite their mothers’ prayers and cries
In one quick blink the life that was is now longer there
And though we witness death each year, so few seem to beware

“Tomorrow this, tomorrow that” despite constant reminders
“Tomorrow” is not guaranteed regardless of your blinders
So live for something that in fact you do possess right now:
This moment, wake up, look around, breathe deep, my dears, somehow

Be present and get up and do the things you have delayed
Revel in the chance, the gift and do not be afraid
The time that’s left is not something to look upon in fear
The seconds that remain are something to love and revere

Time is almost up, my dears, get up and make the most
May I remind that very soon your spirit leaves its host?
And what will the survivors say? That you just sat and thought?
Or that you were a Warrior and PUSHED and STRIVED and FOUGHT?

                                                  ~Miro

Easier Done Than Said

6 Aug

Easier Done Than Said

It’s spoken many times each day by those who lack resolve:
“Easier said than done!”’s the hymn of those who can’t evolve
They claim that words come with great ease while action has great toll
But if your word’s your bond then you will only speak with soul
If your word’s your bond then you won’t speak while you’re asleep
If your word’s your bond then your dialogue won’t come cheap
If your word’s your bond then it is harder said than done
‘Cause honor for a Warrior weighs seven thousand tonnes
If it’s said, it’s done and there’s no struggle to be had
If it’s said, the course of action’s known and is not sad
If it’s said, then duty now comes into swift effect
The effort of the mission does not depress or deject
“Easier done than said!” a Warrior sighs with relief
‘Cause nothing after a promise will bring them any grief
It has been said and set in stone, the hard part has been spoken
The iron will which spoke keeps that promise from being broken

                                                     ~Miro