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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

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Modern Day Racist

20 Oct

Modern Day Racist

Racists hate people who have
A different shade of skin
They access the part of their brain
That says, “He’s not your kin”

This selfish, egotistical
Small corner of their mind
Exists in every one of us
It’s part of all mankind

Only ego can access
This hateful, fearful place
The part that won’t accept someone
Who’s from a different race

“Different” is the key word here
The root of this issue
And it goes much deeper than
Just one’s outer tissue

This same dark corner of the mind
Is accessed when one sees
Someone with a different thought
Someone who disagrees

“I do not like that person ‘cause
They think different from me
They wear a different style of clothes
Or maybe they’re artsy

They use a different way of speech
Or like a different brand
Of music, movies or reading
That I just cannot stand

They work for competition of
The place that pays my bills
Or work for my same company
But they have different skills

I’m in this department here
And they are over there
Their division is one for
Which I just do not care

And then there’s people on my team
Who are too different too
I don’t like them because they don’t
Do things the way I do

I cheer a different sporting team
Than one that they cheer for
Neither of us play the game
But I still feel at war

I can’t believe you voted for
Someone that I don’t back
Anything that’s different is
A personal attack!”

If you’ve been perplexed by one
Who thought different from you
Be aware the area
That you’re wandering to

It’s the same place in your mind
That Klan members have gone
To terrorize the black people
And let their hatred spawn

It’s the same place where Nazis
Wandered when they did kill
Millions of people who weren’t
Able to fit their bill

And it’s the same place that’s accessed
Today as soldiers die
‘Cause the one pulling the trigger
Can’t turn a blind eye

Think about it just a bit
Next time your ego takes
The rest of you to that dark place
For different people’s sakes

                                  Miro

Pop Culture Poetry: Firewalker

17 Aug

*Companion Piece to “Familiar Blue”

Firewalker

Breathe in
Breathe out
My thoughts fill with doubt

The tormented conscience
The whispering fear
Scored by the fire
I still feel its sear

Breathe in
Breathe out
Pain still burns throughout

Flashes of brothers
Of all those held dear
Burn like the river
That skinned me last year

Breathe in
Breathe out
I am now the drought

The emptiness in
This gleaming black suit
Voice and expression
Forever now mute

Breathe in
Breathe out
Was this the best route?

Was I too rash?
Or rather, was he?
That young boy no longer
Feels a part of me

Breathe in
Breathe out
These steel legs are stout

They hurt where they stab
Into severed stumps
But now when I walk
Beneath the ground thumps

Breathe in
Breathe out
This mask gives me clout

I no longer see horror
Now I see dread
They cower in worship
Through these eyes of red

Breathe in
Breathe out
These weaklings I flout

None of them could have
Survived my baptism
I now stand apart
I am my own schism

Breathe in
Breathe out
To me they’ll devout

A symbol of warning
Of intolerance
The mere mention of
My name now prevents

Breathe in
Breathe out
I burn off the sprout

The memory of him
The one who betrayed
The one who forged me
With his own blade

Breathe in
Breathe out
My hatred will tout

I’ll find him one day
I’ll never relent
I’ll never forget
His distinctive scent

Breathe in
Breathe out
I burn off the doubt

That he’s dead already
He must have survived!
Of my revenge
I won’t be deprived

Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out