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The Mileage

14 Dec

The Mileage

A common theme among my songs is breaking from the herd
Encouraging to step back, analyze through rhyming word
To scrutinize the silliness the crowd perpetuates
Rejecting how the lazy masses follow dire straits

Here is one example of what everybody does:
When someone dies, the first thing mentioned isn’t what he was
It isn’t what she believed in, nor what he did create
There beside his or her name…a silly little date

A whole life summed up in numbers as if to quantify
But those with more mileage than years have learned that numbers lie
How silly, stupid, crazy, empty, ignorant and blind
To not be summed up by passion, but by *years* be defined

Do me this one favour when the reaper comes, my dear
Don’t let them write, “Miro, 1976 up to this year”
‘Cause I have lived ten lifetimes worth in happiness and pain
In suffering and joy, intensity, power and strain

Write “Miro, Warrior Poet” or “Miro, Honest Writer”
Write “Miro, Took No Shit” or “Miro, Lover, Joker, Fighter”
Do me that one favour and do what I’ve always done
When you see silly, stupid shit, don’t just let it slide, hun

Speak up, state your case and if some feathers ruffle, swell!
Personal offense is often the ego’s death knell
Don’t go along, don’t follow, try harder than “RIP”
Heart and soul can’t be summed up with “1” or “2” or “3”

                                               ~Miro

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Sting

8 Nov

Sting

A man called me to ask for help the other day at work
He asked, “You like this crappy weather?” surely with a smirk
“Yes,” I said with no emotion, “I enjoy rough things
With struggle and with discomfort and with whatever stings
And pains and tears and hurts us, we are brought more strength and grace”
He asked if I was kidding but he could not sense a trace
Of sarcasm or humor in my voice so then he said:
“How old are you?” and I replied “36 years I’ve tread”
He laughed and dismissed, “Oh that’s why, you’re still just a young pup”
And so to show him age means nothing, I then caught him up
“I’ve been hurt bad and am in pain, I’ve lost job and my house
And worst of all, I had to watch my loving, graceful spouse
Endure the worst pain there could be when we found out our child
Would never take its first breath, yes, I’m young but I’ve complied
More pain and struggle, misery and loss in my short years
Than many grey-haired people have in their longer careers”
He sadly said “I’m sorry” but I replied “I am not
It’s all these things that I’ve endured that strengthened, sharpened, taught
Imbued with patience, wisdom, grace and showed me the true way
That is why it is no lie whenever I do say
That I enjoy the challenge, struggle, discomfort and rigor
It’s all these things that awaken, that inspire, that trigger
The Warrior that was dormant to pound chest and to roar
To rise to the occasion and to take a little more”
All that he could say was that he liked my attitude
I asked him what he thought of all the snow that chilled his mood
He changed his mind and said that it was not so bad in fact
“No,” I said, “There are worse things that cause greater impact”
Before he left, I asked him just how old he was as well
“54” he said, then I inquired, “How much hell?”
“Not as much as you,” he said, so I replied, “Well then
If you are lucky, struggle will appear and bring you Zen
And only then will you see that the years don’t mean a thing
Rather, it’s what you survive, the hurt, the pain, the sting”

                                                   ~Miro

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The Mileage

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Sting

13 Apr

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Based on a true story…

Sting

A man called me to ask for help
The other day at work
He asked, “You like this crappy weather?”
Surely with a smirk

“Yes,” I said with no emotion
“I enjoy rough things
With struggle and with discomfort
And with whatever stings

And pains and tears and hurts us, we
Are brought more strength and grace”
He asked if I was kidding but
He could not sense a trace

Of sarcasm or humor in
My voice so then he said,
“How old are you?” and I replied
“36 years I’ve tread”

He laughed and dismissed,
“Oh that’s why, you’re still just a young pup”
And so to show him age means nothing
I then caught him up

“I’ve been hurt bad and am in pain
I’ve lost job and my house
And worst of all, I had to watch
My loving, graceful spouse

Endure the worst pain there could be
When we found out our child
Would never take its first breath,
Yes, I’m young but I’ve complied

More pain and struggle, misery
And loss in my short years
Than many grey-haired people have
In their longer careers”

He sadly said “I’m sorry” but
I replied “I am not
It’s all these things that I’ve endured
That strengthened, sharpened, taught

Imbued with patience, wisdom, grace
And showed me the true way
That is why it is no lie
Whenever I do say

That I enjoy the challenge, struggle
Discomfort and rigor
It’s all these things that awaken
That inspire, that trigger

The Warrior that was dormant
To pound chest and to roar
To rise to the occasion and
To take a little more”

All that he could say was that
He liked my attitude
I asked him what he thought of all
The snow that chilled his mood

He changed his mind and said that it
Was not so bad in fact
“No,” I said, “There are worse things
That cause greater impact”

Before he left, I asked him just
How old he was as well
“54” he said, then I
Inquired, “How much hell?”

“Not as much as you,” he said
So I replied, “Well then
If you are lucky, struggle will
Appear and bring you Zen

And only then will you see that
The years don’t mean a thing
Rather, it’s what you survive
The hurt, the pain, the sting”

                               ~Miro

Mileage

21 Nov

“It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage.” ~Indiana Jones

Mileage

I often hear from readers that
I’m quite wise for my age
They are surprised that someone with
So few greys can be sage

As a fedora’d hero once
Described, “It’s not the years
It is the mileage” that strengthens
Enlightens and clears

There’s many silver-haired children
Who walk the Earth each day
Many years under their belt
But no wisdom to say

They lived soft, comfortable lives and
Avoided sacrifice
They ran away from challenges
That were not “kind” and “nice”

Wrinkles do adorn their faces
And their backs are stooped
But these old children with Warriors
Can never be grouped

It’s not the years but mileage
Which makes one who’s a teen
Much more understanding, introspective
And serene

Because of losses they’ve endured
And hardships they’ve survived
These fresh-faced “kids” took Hell’s best shot
And conquered, thwarted, thrived

Although I’ve not yet seen forty
I’ve walked the extra mile
Enough to make my odometer
No longer compile

Years no longer have meaning
Grey hairs don’t upset me
Wrinkles and crow’s feet don’t make me
Wail like a banshee

Because I’ve learned that years do not
Reveal wisdom accrued
The key is mileage which isn’t
As easily viewed

                               ~Miro