Tag Archives: fortitude

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

Pushed

4 Nov
PushedDid you push yourself today when ego said “I’m tired”?
Did you do what you needed instead of what’s desired?
Did you sacrifice your sweat in order to be stronger?
Did you strain and breathe harder in order to last longer?
Did you lodge a hard, swift kick right onto your own ass?
Or did you take it easy, just sit back and smoke some grass?
Did you put your feet up and take a big swig of beer
And turn on the TV and ask others to bring you cheer?
Did you sit and just consume and hope it all works out?
And then when the shit hits the fan all you will do is pout?
Because when you had chances to forge your mind into steel
All you did was take it easy and eat a big meal
Have a couple drinks, some smokes and try to feel so good
While being stressed out because things aren’t going as they should
Accountability is hard for people who don’t push
It’s much easier to blame others while sitting on your tush
The Warrior is pushed from all directions, but it pales
To their own push and that is why a Warrior prevails
‘Cause nothing that life has to throw can ever match the force
A Warrior uses to keep him or herself on course
“I wish I had your patience,” many normals tell the one
In one hundred, perhaps they would if they neglected fun
And comfort, ease, and luxury for focus and resolve
The Warrior’s not born this way, they’re built, forged and evolve
With pushes every single day, each hour, minute, second
The push is why the Warrior is one with to be reckoned

                                         ~Miro

NEW: Warrior Poet Wisdom Vol. VII: Fortitude

13 Mar

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Fortitude is dropping head
Into a charging stance
And rather than recoiling
Fortitude says, “Advance!”

                                ~”Fortitude”

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Fortitude

9 Mar

Fortitude

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

Timeless/Placeless

11 Oct

Timeless/Placeless

The reason why so many hear
The label “warrior”
And visions of chain mail and swords
And horses start to stir

Is because they’re all used to letting
Time and place define
Certain ways of life and letting
Those old days confine

The same thinking “within the box”
Is why so many feel
Their current location’s the only
Thing to them that’s real

They go to work in factories
And think that’s all they are
Just a working stiff who’s looking
Forward to the bar

They go to work in an office
And see the drab décor
And think it’s no place to allow
All their passion to roar

They sit at home and since it’s all
Familiar and boring
They doze off on the couch while
Watching TV, loudly snoring

They think that the ways of the knights
Paladins, samurai
Have all expired because time
And place do not apply

And that’s where every single one
Of them has missed the point
It doesn’t matter what the day
And neither where the joint

A warrior is not defined
By where he or she stands
A warrior is always one
At work or beach’s sands

And neither does the time of day
Or month or year define
When one is a warrior
When one can show their spine

When one can show their passion and
Their raw intensity
The calendar does not constrain
From who we’re meant to be

Think outside the box, don’t be
A simple minded bloke
It’s time that we stopped letting our
Surroundings blind and choke

To a warrior it makes
No difference when or where
The creed is something that’s followed
As long as you have air

So if you’re able to breathe deep
Wherever you are now
Then that’s the perfect time and spot
To take the warrior’s vow

To live your live with strength and peace
And fortitude and grace
To focus and serve selflessly
Regardless of the place

Or year it says on calendar
It’s not about the fashion
It’s not about an armored suit
It’s all about the passion

                                      Miro

Helping Hand

15 Aug

Helping Hand

When days are dark
And times are bleak
A helping hand
Is what we seek

Someone who will
Lend an ear
A family member
Or a peer

One who has
Our full respect
And whose opinion
Will affect

How we deal
With turmoil
A comrade who
With us will toil

A helping hand
To hold our weight
And pull us up
As we fight fate

But what I’ve learned
Through years of tests
Is where the most
Helpful hand rests

It’s not attached
To your best friend
They need it for
Themselves to fend

It’s not a part
Of mom or pop
They love you but
They cannot stop

Whatever you are
Going through
There’s only so much
They can do

Same for brother
Or your sis
You’re too big to
Pull from abyss

So what about
The Lord above?
Surely He can
Lift with love

He can only
Do so much
To rescue you
From sorrow‘s clutch

He can give
A helping hand
Some extra strength
To help you stand

But first you have
To recognize
Exactly where
All that strength lies

I’ll tell you where
I found my own
First you have
To be alone

No distractions
In the room
Just like way back
In the womb

That helping hand
Was with you there
And has been with you
Everywhere

The hand that can
Help you the most
Is the one
You use to toast

You’ll find it joined
To your own wrist
I’m sure by now
You get the gist

No matter what
Enters your fray
You have to see
That the best way

To pull yourself
Up from the hole
Is to look into
Your own soul

To see the strength
That lies within
The fortitude
That’s always been

Do not cry out
And ask for aid
You may find soon
Your clique will fade

There aren’t that many
People who
Can help even
If wanted to

Instead of asking
Others for
A helping hand
To ease your chore

Just take a look
At your own fist
And your own strength
You should enlist

Because no matter
Who you are
How many friends
Are near and far

The moment when
You’re all alone
Is when your true
Courage is shown

It’s when you see
You are the source
Of strength that can
Alter your course

When times are tough
Let it be known
The strongest helping
Hand’s your own

                       Miro