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The Root of All Fears

11 Aug
The Root of All Fears
 
There was a man ‘was ‘fraid of death
It spread to all this thoughts
The fear of breathing his last breath
Left his thin will in knots
 
The fear of that dark, patient reaper
Was root of all dread
Every scare, funk, fright and doubt
Was thanks to Mr. Dead
 
He lived out his entire life
In fear of his demise
And when it came, with his last breath
And closing of his eyes
 
Still he clung by fingernails
And wheezed for leniency
But Death is absolutely fair
And never shows mercy
 
There was a gal ‘was ‘fraid of death
It coloured every day
Despite a stunning canvas
Death would taint life with dismay
 
Every single moment had
A mark of coming doom
A marriage, child’s birth, even
A flower in full bloom
 
Every wondrous moment rotted
With the thought of loss
Nothing took away the fear
No bible, no gold cross
 
No quotes, no books, no meditation
Eased her of her fear
One day her heart exploded when
The Reaper did appear
 
There was a child ‘was ‘fraid of death
That fear was planted early
Her mommy and her daddy said
That death turned straight hair curly
 
They taught her death was to be feared
Because loss causes pain
And also taught that happiness
Is only when you gain
 
And so she grew and gained and was
Quite happy ‘till she lost
But then she gained again which caused
A thawing of the frost
 
Until the day that Mr. Dead
Arrived on her front door
She dropped and sobbed in terror for
Her coda on the floor
 
There was a Warrior ‘was not
Afraid of death and so
Since death is the root of all fears
His life did not have woe
 
He made his peace with Mr. Dead
And said “When you are ready”
And lived each day as though his last
With power, poise, steady
 
The ones who lived in fear
The ones who were afraid to die
Called him crazy as they tainted
Flowers and the sky
 
But Warrior, his deal made firm
Saw colours bright and vivid
No tainting, simply pure and true
Which made the normals livid
 
Each moment, no matter how small
Was special and serene
Impending doom did not besmirch
The red and blue and green
 
When Mr. Dead chose to collect
The price we all must pay
The Warrior settled the fee
Promptly as he did say
 
“As it so happens I woke up
This morning and did ponder
This may be my final day
And so I should not squander
 
I lived it as each other day
As if were my last
I pay the toll with no regrets
My life has been quite vast”
 
Mr. Dead collected and
The Warrior did die
Just like all the others but
The Reaper gave a sigh
 
“If only all would live while they
Still breathe instead of fear
Such a waste, to let my toll
Rob them of all their cheer”
 
                       ~Miro

Embrace the Struggle

31 May

My friend Julienne (Trixie!) shared this great article with me all about embracing struggle (see my recent poem “Love It All”), fighting resistance (see “Mr. Resistance”) and calling upon the greatest ally you’ll ever know: the Warrior within.
I don’t expect this concept to be something people will instantly get and immediately put into effect. It’s one of those pesky seeds of truth that, over time, will eventually sprout because the simple truth is that not embracing the struggle simply doesn’t work, and eventually everyone who runs and hides has to be honest with themselves and admit it.
Check the article out at: http://elitedaily.com/money/entrepreneurship/how-to-live-a-successful-life-embrace-the-struggle/

Sorry Sam

12 Mar

“If you have time to whine and complain about something then you have the time to do something about it.”  ~Anthony J. D’Angelo


Sorry Sam

There was a man named Sorry Sam
Who always felt so sorry
For himself and his troubles
Let me relate his story

Old Sorry Sam just cried all day
About all of his pain
And after several days of this
He drove others insane

While Sorry Sam was seeking some
Pity and sympathy
All that came from others was
Negative energy

His lack of strength and backbone made
The others all quite sick
While Sam thought himself a martyr
The others thought “a prick”

While Sorry Sam thought his burden
Was far too much to bear
His whining and ingratitude
Made others just not care

“Gratitude for what?” old Sam
Scoffed as he winced from ache
The others shook their heads and said
“For fact you’re still awake!”

The fact that you’re still breathing when
There are so many braver
Who never whined and cried but now
No longer have your favor

They’re buried in the ground or are
Adrift as dust in wind
You’re crying and complaining as if
You are being skinned!

Show some grace and just shut up
And take it like a man
You’d be surprised just how far your
Courage and strength do span

If only you’d just shut up and
Stop running your big mouth
And focus on another body
Part that is due south:

Your guts, the stuff that pulls you though
Whatever does attack
The guts are what makes people stop
Acting like a sad sack!”

Sorry Sam just stood in awe
His mouth wide and agape
He had hoped for some sympathy
But instead got a scrape

A kick, a punch, and scalding hot
Water thrown on ego
Suddenly he didn’t feel
Like crying of his woe

When he had been a witness to
Some whining in return
While listening to them complain
Sorry Sam then did learn

That no one does get sympathy
When all they do is wretch
And so from then old Sorry Sam
No longer did kvetch

Whenever something did not go
According to his plan
Old Sorry Sam did not complain
He took it like a man

Whenever his big aches and pains
Attacked and ripped away
Old Sorry Sam just grit his teeth
So mouth would not betray

And soon enough there came a day
When Sorry Sam was Strong
And then one day there came a man
Who rubbed Strong Sam quite wrong

This other man just whined and cried
And after many days
Old Strong Sam bellowed “Shut your trap!
And don’t just cry, but praise!

Be thankful for what you still have
And don’t focus on bad!”
He thought about how he had changed
And now he was quite glad

That he was not pathetic or
In need of people’s pity
He saw that what’s within is stronger
Than a whole committee

Of people who just pander and
Feel sorry for the weak
He thought about how ironic
It was that many seek

And wish and pray for sympathy
But they have what they need
But only when their mouth is shut
Can their truth strength be freed

                                           ~Miro

Ribbons of Angst

26 Jan

“When you feel fear, use the sword.  Take it up here and cut the mind to ribbons.  Slash through all those regrets and fears, anything else that lives in the past and the future.” ~Socrates, “Way of the Peaceful Warrior”

Ribbons of Angst

You’ll rarely find a rhyme of mine
In which I fret, bemoan and whine
In fact there may not be a single
Angst and torment laden jingle

True, there are some diatribes
Which contain a few sterner vibes
But not once have I written where
Just misery I did declare

There always is a message of
Empowerment, support and love
So since I’m human and still feel
The same frustrations, what’s the deal?

Where are the poems in which I
Kvetch, complain, lament and cry?
I feel the same feelings as you
But with my sword I cut them through

I recognized those tormentors
Unsheathed my blade and fought those wars
To ribbons they were reduced to
And with the wind, away they blew

I do not have a single piece
Of ribbon to make forehead crease
I could not humor you at all
Of fears that tried to make me fall

And that is why I do not speak
Of moments where I’m scared and weak
My blade reduces every fear
To ribbons which then disappear

When you are suffering and hurt
And grab a pen and want to blurt
Instead, try grabbing sword instead
And face the battle in your head

Confront your torments and swing hard
And leave them severed, slashed and marred
Reduce the angst to ribbons, then
Write of your conquest with that pen

                                           ~Miro

Dear Miro (age 15)

20 Dec

Dear Miro (age 15)

Hi there, Miro, how are you?
It’s me in twenty years
I thought I’d take a moment to
Send you my thoughts and cheers

Never fret, I’m not here to
Attempt to set you straight
I know at your young age how much
Advice does irritate

I wanted just to let you know
You will end up okay
There is no need to worry ‘cause
You will endure the fray

Every single challenge that
You will be forced to face
Will be survived and each time it
Will help build up your grace

I will not try to convince you
That problems should be met
With vigor and with gratitude
Instead of angst and fret

In time you will see for yourself
As you see your strength build
You’ll come to recognize those tests
As ways to feel fulfilled

Maintain your courage and your faith
And don’t forget respect
Pay no mind to what they say
And keep your ego checked

Never let the selfishness
And cruelty of one
Cause you to condemn the rest
And a new person shun

Keep in mind your enemies
Are just cowardly friends
Who have not yet found their courage
To go against the trends

Continue to say “I love you”
To all your family
You know that even though sometimes
You may not all agree

The ones who share your blood will always
Be there by your side
Your gratitude and love for them
Is something you can’t hide

And do not fret when you get hurt
By those who break your heart
You know full well that good things don’t
Have the easiest start

And if I may offer just one
Tiny bit of advice:
When you meet a tall brunette
Who’s beautiful and nice

Put a ring on her finger
The next chance that you get
It is without a doubt the smartest
Thing that you’ve done yet

Good luck, young warrior

                                          ~Miro (35)