Tag Archives: grudge

What I Don’t Want

16 Mar

“When you don’t get what you want, you’re unhappy. When you get what you don’t want, you’re unhappy. Even when you get what you want, you’re still unhappy, because it doesn’t last forever.” ~Socrates, Way of the Peaceful Warrior


What I Don’t Want

I don’t want people to be kind
And thoughtful and relate
I don’t want people to let go
Of all their ancient hate

I don’t want people to give of
Themselves without a thought
Of what they will get in return
And what to them is brought

I don’t want people to try hard
To go the extra mile
I don’t want strangers to say “Hi”
And give a friendly smile

I don’t want people to accept
Their struggles just as tests
I don’t want them to stand up straight
And beat upon their chests

I don’t want people to be strong
Courageous, passionate
I don’t want people to refuse
To ever, ever quit

I don’t want people to be patient
With others who stress
I don’t want people to be graceful
With those who aggress

I don’t want people to let go
Of petty little things
Like grudges, bitterness, insults
Cheap shots, offenses, stings

As long as I don’t want these things
I will not be unhappy
Whenever I see people treat
Each other very crappy

                                        ~Miro

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Cling

6 Jan

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.” ~James A. Baldwin

Cling

There’s a quote about hate
That I’d like to share
You never know, maybe
It will help repair

From the warrior poet
A James Baldwin quote
About the nature of hate
Here’s what he wrote:

“I imagine,” James writes
“One of the reasons why
People cling to their hates
And won’t let them die

With such stubbornness
Is because that they sense
That once hate is gone
There’s a painful expense”

The hate is a wall
That keeps the pain back
Forgiveness will only
Cause it to crack

And crumble and fall
Expose all the hurt
And with no wall to cling to
You cannot avert

Dealing with issues
Of ego and pride
Having to hear
The opposing side

Meeting half way
When you’re so sure you’re right
Admitting things should have
Gone different that night

Taking the blame
If they need to vent
Biting your tongue
Until they relent

Saying “I’m sorry”
When you’d much rather say
Something more hateful
With venom to spray

But stand there and take it
And deal with the pain
No matter how much
You feel that you wane

Just keep in mind
As you bear to endeavor
The storm will soon pass
No pain lasts forever

And what is left over
Will rejuvenate
Your wounds from the onslaught
From all of the hate

It’s the feeling that you
Chose to mend and repair
Rather than cling
To hate and despair

That you let go your grip
On the hateful blockade
And stand in love’s light
And not in hate’s shade

                                      ~Miro

The Tale of the Bloodless Stone

30 Dec

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” ~Mahatma Gandhi

The Tale of the Bloodless Stone

There once was a pair of cold stones
That butted each other all day
Sparks always flew
As they both turned the screw
And had nothing too pleasant to say

One day both stones chose to depart
Their last words were not very nice
Many years passed
And neither stone asked
For peace because of the high price

But something strange started to happen
To one of the stones over years
Instead of departing
When trouble was starting
This stone stood its ground and faced fears

And slowly but surely this stone
Through the magic of courage and grace
Transformed to a man
And in his veins began
Pumping warm blood to his face

And to his arms, legs and whole body
It trickled with the slightest nick
“That’s a hell of a thing!”
They heard this man sing
As he cleaned it away with a lick

Where once he was cold and rock solid
So rigid and uncaring too
Now he was warm
Different from the norm
An amazing change he had gone through

He wondered if his old stone friend
Had maybe gone through the same change
But when they did meet
Old friend was concrete
And it thought that the man was quite strange

The man tried to show how with little
Effort he could make blood trickle
When he beckoned the stone
He received just a groan
The stone, you see, was very fickle

It was still quite rigid and cold
Because warm blood did not flow through
Its veins deep inside
Within was just pride
And soon he knew this to be true:

Just because you do transform
Into something more than a rock
That doesn’t mean all
Have heard the same call
And have figured out how to unlock

The way to get blood from a stone
Through patience, forgiveness and love
Some stones are content
To just sit there and vent
To complain, feel abused and just shove

                                   ~Miro