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Just Imagine

23 Apr

Imagine what life would be like if you never felt embarrassment. Imagine if you followed your heart and your conscience for every decision, both big and small, without the fear of what effect it would have on the way other people view you? Imagine doing something and instead of apologizing or trying to explain yourself when you get a peculiar look, simply placing your hands on your hips and saying, “You missed it.”

Imagine not caring what people who miss so much because of selfishness, fear and lack of empathy think, and imagine having the courage, grace and emotional control to confront all those who try to squash others under their thumb for standing apart and following their heart. Imagine telling them, “I see what you’re doing, and it’s an act of cowardice, selfishness, small-mindedness, comfort and lack of understanding,” without having it devolve into a heated argument because you truly don’t care what they think. And imagine if you could see the irony of how such words strongly affect them because they care too much?

Just imagine. 🙂

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The Bashful Blushing Blonde’s Blinding Box of Brilliance

22 Dec

“I am convinced all of humanity is born with more gifts than we know.  Most are born geniuses and just get de-geniused rapidly.” ~Buckminster Fuller

brilliance

The Bashful Blushing Blonde’s Blinding Box of Brilliance

There once was a Blonde who begat
A box that most couldn’t stare at
For you see it was filled
With much brilliance that spilled
Out its confines and made many scat

For the brilliance within made them feel
As if their boring world was less real
And so most ran away
Although some chose to stay
And with snide remarks tried to conceal

They poked fun and all rolled their eyes
And besmirched the brilliance with their lies
They all tried to tarnish
It’s bright, brilliant varnish
With mocking they claimed was so wise

The Blonde blushed as she looked inside
And wondered if what she had eyed
Was not really as fair
As she’d first been aware
And thought it best to close it and hide

But through the crowd came someone new
Who called out, “Whatever you do
Don’t you dare put away
That box ‘cause what they say
Is just cowardly speak and not true!”

The crowd stepped aside as he waded
Through cynics, naysayers and jaded
And then someone noted
This Stranger was coated
By same light as box they degraded

So the crowd turned all of their attention
To him and gave same apprehension
But unlike silent box
This Stranger loudly talks
And proceeded to dauntlessly mention

How blind all of them had behaved
How pathetic, selfish and depraved
It had been to see joy
And just try to destroy
The passion of someone who had braved

To open the box and look in
While the cowards stood by with a grin
And had poked fun and made
The Blonde’s complexion shade
Into bashful, embarrassed red skin

The Stranger grabbed the box’s top
And tore it clean off with a pop
The brilliance spilled out
And the snide crowd did pout
But the Stranger swore it wouldn’t stop

He turned to the Blonde and he said:
“Never let their despair spread
Never allow
A snide comment to bow
Or to lower or curtail your head”

He threw the box top into crowd
It disappeared into the shroud
And he wandered back through
Into those who were blue
While the Blonde stood with her head not bowed

As the blinding brilliance poured outward
Some of the crowd still murmured
“Tough luck!” the Blonde said
While holding high her head
“There’s no closing this box, I’m a nerd!

I’m a geek! I have passion! I’m weird!
And your attitude’s no longer feared!
I won’t feel ashamed
My passion won’t be tamed
For the things that are loved and revered!”

And low and behold, some then saw
The true brilliance within which made jaw
Fall down to the floor
And then they loudly swore
To no longer tease, joke and guffaw

So if you have a box which you hide
Perhaps someday a Stranger will ride
Into your town and tear
The lid clean off and dare
You to not let its contents subside

But sometimes that Stranger won’t come
So it’s up to you to take your thumb
And your fingers and rip
The lid clean off and whip
That lid into the darkest, dank slum

And stare at the passion which blinds
So many aloof, fearful minds
Take the steps to confirm
That you’ll no longer squirm
‘Cause that lidless box always reminds

                                        ~Miro

Clique

8 Jan

“They don’t join cliques — more times than not, they stand alone — but they recognize and gravitate towards one another. Only warriors understand other warriors.” ~Forrest E. Morgan

Clique

I’ve never been a fan of cliques
When folks have little groups
Of people that they know real well
Their comfortable small troupes

They form their inner circles where
They work and where they pray
It’s only folks they recognize
They’ll give the time of day

They do not welcome strangers in
With warmth and fearlessness
They don’t want to know more people
Instead, they do want less

Illumination came to me
When I spoke to someone
Who told me that because he was
So busy, he would shun

He only had time for himself
And those that he called “friend”
He made it clear he didn’t want
His circle to extend

And so each time he met someone
He didn’t recognize
His walls went up because he didn’t
Want some more allies

I find the whole thing even sadder
Since he follows Christ
A man who’s greeting to others
Was never, ever iced

Christ welcomed all with open arms
Embraced, invited in
He didn’t say “Sorry, I’d like
To keep my circle thin”

“Jesus Christ” is what I think
When I do think about
All the people who do not
Let their little cliques sprout

“Jesus Christ” is what I think
When I see Christians who
Do not go the extra mile
When they do greet you

“Jesus Christ” is what I think
When I see those with fear
Too afraid to open up
And hold new people dear

‘Cause Jesus Christ was fearless, loving
Trusting and intending
To add everyone to his clique
And keep the group extending

                              ~Miro

Embarrassed

8 Aug

Embarrassed

I talked the other day about
A word that I won’t use
“Jealousy” is not the only
Word I strove to lose

“Embarrassed” is a word that isn’t
Part of my vocab
When others try to poke their fun
I just don’t feel their jab

Embarrassment is rooted in
The fear of ridicule
The fear that others will disprove
The fear you won’t be cool

And fear is something that I don’t
Allow to guide my path
My journey cannot be diverted
By a bully’s wrath

And that’s exactly what one is
Whenever they make fun
Instead of kudos and esteem
They simply choose to shun

Belittle, bad-mouth, criticize
Diminish and deride
Discredit, downplay, minimize
With attitude so snide

The irony that hit me just
A couple years ago
Was that the true cowards were those
That always seemed to crow

About how silly I would look
When I would do my thing
How absurd my interests were
Despite the joy they’d bring

It dawned on me there was no point
In trying to appease
People who had contracted
The deadly “Fear Disease”

Those who always thought twice of
The things that they enjoyed
Because embarrassment was what
They wanted to avoid

They picked the clothes most likely to
Be thought of as “in style”
They changed their interests to those that
Were least likely to rile

They were too scared to stand apart
To stand alone, unique
They’d rather be lost in the crowd
That be considered “geek”

They were afraid, and disappointed
That themselves they failed
That they let the door slam shut
By Fear and had been jailed

When I read of warriors
Who had no thought of Fear
My actions, interests and purpose
Had become very clear

No longer did Fear’s voice whisper
“What will the others think?”
Instead, my Courage screamed “Watch out!
I’m breaking out this clink!”

And it continues to bellow
Its strong and steady voice
Reassuring constantly
To help make the right choice

“Nevermind what cowards think!
The followers, the sheep!
Let them spew their ignorance
‘Cause I don’t give a *bleep*!

Let them watch from the sidelines
And snicker as I run
Towards the end zone while they stand
And get not one thing done

Laugh and mock the things I do
While they make very sure
That nothing on their end could be
Considered immature

Living to avoid the jeers
Of those who don’t deserve
Any kind of respect ‘cause
They don’t have any nerve”

Do what makes you happy and
Don’t ever be afraid
Of embarrassment because
It only makes joy fade

Recognize that those you fear
Are just as scared as you
Content to sit, banter and watch
As your Courage breaks through

                                    Miro