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Greatness

11 Jul

In loving memory of Muhammad Ali.

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Greatness

There once was a man from Kentucky
This Louisville Lip was quite plucky
Like a bee he would sting
Inside the squared ring
And not one person claimed he was lucky

With skill and with heart he would win
Throwing jabs and big hooks to the chin
He won millions of hearts
With his brawn and his smarts
Not to mention his infectious grin

But the public opinion did sway
When the government one day did say:
“You must go overseas
And must kill our foes, please”
But that didn’t sit right with young Clay

They accused him of being just yellow
“Draft dodger!” they all called this fellow
But young Clay, now Ali
Did not dodge, duck or flee
He showed up to the draft and did bellow

“No thank you,” he told them and stood
By his ideals of mercy and good
They warned of the price
Which he said would suffice
In order to do what he should

They took away his boxing belt
And his wallet a big blow was dealt
They had cut his prime short
But they could never thwart
This great man’s choice which was so heartfelt

Years would go by and the hate
Would soften and folks did see straight
In hindsight they saw
No fear, fright or flaw
Years later they called Ali, “Great”

For greatness is making a choice
And then never betraying that voice
That says, “Stand for what’s right”
Though consequences might
Cause some to no longer rejoice

Today we remember with love
The greatest to lace up a glove
But we must also recall
That the cost wasn’t small
Sacrifice is what greatness is made of

                                  ~Miro

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Way of the Warrior

6 Jan

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Way of the Warrior

When Shinrai came of age, time came to plot out his life’s course
Naturally, he looked to his parents and their path’s source
Among the many maps laid out before the strapping lad
Were designs and directions taken by dear mom and dad

Which were passed on to them as well by grandma and grandpa
Passed for generations, morals, rules, beliefs and law
He glanced around at other maps laid out for his young peers
More safe and easy, beaten paths, more familiar frontiers

Many maps with many names, all promising great peace
Each one claiming to be the one way to make pain cease
As all his peers chose the same path that their parents did take
Something seemed off to Shinrai, it seemed like a mistake

Though those who drew these maps had best intentions for their kin
“Following” to Shinrai meant the quest would not begin
“Why,” Shinrai asked a colleague, “do you desire a guide?”
“‘Cause I don’t know the way!” his frazzled colleague did confide

“Perhaps not now,” Shinrai replied, “but where is all your trust
That you will find your OWN way if you are bold and robust?”
The colleague chuckled, grabbed his map and waved young Shinrai off
Belittling, dismissing, disrespecting with a scoff

“Coward,” Shinrai whispered, “EXCUSE ME?” the colleague yelled
“Coward,” Shinrai said again, “your spirit has been quelled”
The colleague spewed words of defense, but Shinrai did not hear
Just background noise like all the rest, words laced with dread and fear

As Shinrai scanned the laid out maps, one old parchment he spied
Dusty and untouched in years, all weathered, torn and dried
He picked it up and heard the warnings of his dreading mates
“Are you nuts?! If you take that path, only pain awaits!”

He dusted off the cover, “Way of the Warrior,” it read
He looked at all the cowards clutching their designs with dread
He unfolded the dusty map, but nothing was inside
No rules and no instructions, no advice to be applied

Some laughed at the sight but Shinrai understood it well
Though no direction was given, the old map did compel
He folded it back up and placed it with the other ways
“That one inspires more than all the rest,” he did appraise

Empty-handed he did leave while others warned with fright
“How will you know what to do?” Shinrai replied, “With might
With focus, with resolve, with faith in myself, iron will
By honing, training, awareness, with patience, poise and skill”

The others searched their maps for all these words Shinrai did preach
But all they found were words like “pray” and “hope,” “desire” and “reach”
They called him crazy for a time, but after many years
All of them, despite their detailed maps, shed many tears

While Shinrai blazed his own path, in control of destiny
Never frazzled by maps vows which never came to be
Good or bad, it was HIS choice, and revel it he did
Trusting and following only what his OWN heart bid

                                               ~Miro

“Only” Human

20 Mar

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“Only” Human

There were two human brothers who were named Keelav and Stirn
Keelav thought himself as limited and did not yearn
His brother, though, saw potential that coursed through all his veins
He recognized the power and wisdom by he who trains

Keelav sighed and often said, “I’m only human, right?”
He thought his bone and sinew were a hindrance, a plight
Stirn, however, saw himself as something greater than
He’d often say, “This challenge will be conquered, fore I’m MAN!”

As years did pass, Keelav grew lazy and increased in girth
“I’m only human,” he would sigh, belittling own worth
Stirn, however, honed his muscles which sharpened his mind
He’d say, “I’m ALL OF human, to potential I’m not blind”

And Keelav would dismiss his brother, saying, “Well, that’s YOU!”
Wanting it both ways, to claim that all humans imbue
A sense of limits and failure, while Stirn was the exception
“I disagree,” bold Stirn would say, “you have a weak perception”

Stirn told of the Warriors who had come before him
All those with great strength and focus no matter how grim
He listed off great generals, great scholars, teachers, guards
Men who were indomitable, the soldiers and the bards

“Well that’s just them,” Keelav dismissed, and then Stirn did accept
That Keelav’s problem wasn’t “human,” something else had crept
Into his mind and taken hold, the parasite of fear
The gluttonous leech which saps our innate strength year after year

“Only,” Stirn said softly, “that one word has held you back
It’s kept you meek and docile whenever there’s attack
It’s your cry of retreat whenever your wits have been tested
And it is why you’ve always failed and floundered and been bested

The ‘only’ thing you’ve ‘only’ done is ‘only’ chosen to
‘Only’ ignore what is right and natural and true
You’re ‘only’ lazy, ‘only’ scared and ‘only’ miserable
You see yourself as empty when the truth is that you’re full”

Keelav wept and cried as Stirn departed, “Forgive me!
I’m only human!” Keelav sobbed and dropped down to his knee
Stirn walked on and did not stop and never did return
For years his reprimand echoed in Keelav’s mind and burned

“Only this and only that,” he pondered and he dwelled
“ONLY THIS AND ONLY THAT!” he seethed and fumed and yelled
“Only this…and only that…” he whispered and he sighed
“Only this…and…only…that…” he closed his eyes and died

                                     ~Miro

The Ultimate War

13 Apr

“KILL THEM! What is not for you is against you. What is against you is your fucking enemy and you need to kill it. Your fears. Your doubts. Your lack of confidence. Your lack of belief in a destiny. A certain, absolute destiny you have to do something unique and great on this planet WHILE YOU ARE HERE. Anything that stands in the way of that…any ‘Mr. Resistance,’ no matter the stature of that motherfucker, you need to KILL HIM.” ~Ultimate Warrior

 The Ultimate War

The Ultimate War

There have been wars that have been fought
By fools who’ve said, “This war cannot
Be topped! It is the greatest war of all!”

Wars for God and wars for soil
Wars for gold and wars for oil
But all of these so called “great wars” are small

Compared to the Ultimate War
The one which needs the loudest roar
The one that does demand the greatest strength

The greatest wisdom, sacrifice
The war which costs the highest price
The war which does drag you the longest length

It is the war that starts at birth
And ends when your soul leaves the Earth
The Ultimate War is the one within

And I have seen that most don’t fight
They do not show an ounce of might
Because they just complain, whine and chagrin

The Ultimate War does oppose
The voice inside that does propose
That you should put it off until later

The voice that says that you will fail
And your effort’s to no avail
YOU MUST ENGAGE IN WAR AND KILL THAT TRAITOR!

Most humans never realize
Within them a parasite lies
That whispers, “Do less! Take the shortcut! Quit!”

That parasite is the ego
Which urges us to say, “I know!”
But not “I DO!” with vigor and true grit

So few declare Ultimate War
For most it’s far too great a chore
They’d rather stay in bed or watch TV

But Castaneda, Tolle, Millman
And Ultimate Warriorman
Have shed their light and now I clearly see

And so I write to amplify
Their light so that you will not cry
So that anxiety and stress and fear

Will fall in battle against YOU
The wisdom, grace and strength that’s TRUE
The tools you have inside to help you steer

Your life towards being fulfilled
 The tools inside to help you build
The WARRIOR who says “I DISAGREE

With when my mind says I cannot
‘Cause this Ultimate War has taught
When I revolt my doubting mind, I’m free

                                          ~Miro

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Inner Truths

13 May

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Exceptionists

21 Oct

“There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules.” ~Paul Eldridge

Exceptionists

There is a type of person that
I call “exceptionist”
They often miss the point and let
Their fear and doubt persist

Whenever there’s a message that
Inspires and empowers
Exceptionists have one example
That makes them all cower

That one exception which holds back
Which whispers “It won’t work”
When you encounter these doubters
Don’t let your feelings lurk

Be sure to remind them that there
Will always be exceptions
But it’s important not to let
Them control your perceptions

Exceptionists are driven by
A goal that can’t be reached:
“Perfection,” which does not exist
It’s something only preached

They miss the message, can’t infer
Get stuck on one example
To them, it’s not the big picture
That’s key, it’s the small sample

By their thinking, there would be no
More Christians here on Earth
They’d have to quit because the few
Who lived life not with mirth

Millions would be called to leave
Their faith because the few
Who murdered, beat up, molested
And turned the faith askew

We’d all need to stop working out
For fear of injury
“I will not jog because I heard
Some guy blew out his knee”

And I have heard so many of
Their kind defend their smoking:
“I knew a guy who didn’t smoke
And still he wound up croaking”

Small-minded are these people
They can’t seem to infer
They always seem to gravitate
On points that will deter

They do not seem to get much done
‘Cause there’s always excuse
Something that will threaten their
Comfort and cause abuse

The warrior sees exceptions
As nothing more than fear
Warnings from the cowardly
Who can’t get ass in gear

They focus on the many who
Have faced a challenge and
Not allowed exceptions to
Scare them, but took a stand

Rose up, conquered, grew in strength
And said “Bring on the next”
All the while, exceptionist
Sits, watches and objects

                         ~Miro

I Believe In Me

25 Sep

I Believe In Me

A little history lesson about your humble scribe
Just in case there are some curious within this tribe
I’ve had the chance to do a number of exciting things
In TV, radio, and film and with some folks that sing

I have created artwork and I’ve written a few books
And none of it was thanks to my “keen wit” or my “good looks”
Not one opportunity was handed off to me
Nothing once was served on platter or did come easy

Everything that I have done was not because someone
Said “I have faith in you,” no sir, those kudos I’ve had none
No one ever looked me in the eye and said with truth:
“I believe in you” not as an older man or youth

Every single thing that I’ve accomplished was because
I did believe in myself, what I would be, what I was
I did believe in myself even when others would scoff
I did believe in myself when others would say “back off”

I did believe when they said “Quit” or “what a waste of time”
I did believe when they warned that I wouldn’t make a dime
I did believe when they insulted and they all poked fun
And looking back, I realize that I’m the only one

That ever needed faith in me ‘cause waiting for their praise
Is just a futile effort that will only waste your days
So when you do set out to do that thing you’d love to do
Don’t you dare look elsewhere for their faith to carry you

Either it does not exist or will not be sufficient
You must believe in  yourself if you hope to be efficient
You must say “I believe in me” and not wait for their seal
Only when you believe in yourself will dreams be real

                                                               ~Miro