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A Declaration of War on Prostate Cancer & Mustaches

7 Nov

A Declaration of War on Prostate Cancer & Mustaches

One day someone decided
That prostate cancer was
A topic that needed awareness
So to make a buzz

This man declared, “To spread the word
I will grow a mustache!
And other men should do the same
So that we can raise cash

And get men to go to the doctor
To get an exam
Get those doctors to take fingers
And up your ass cram!”

This first man didn’t decide to
Do something physical
He didn’t tell other men to
Lift weights or push or pull

He didn’t beckon them to do
Ab crunches or leg squats
He didn’t urge them to leave their
Muscles sore and in knots

He didn’t even beckon them
To give up types of food
For just one month to raise awareness
So health won’t be screwed

Instead he chose an easy thing
Like hair under the nose
A joke, a “macho” ornament
That supposedly shows

“Awareness” and that these men care
About prostate cancer
This Warrior knew early on
It was a lazy answer

A half-hearted attempt that many
Men would soon follow
I’m not surprised that so many
Drank Kool-Aid and did swallow

When thinking of the cause, my mind
Goes to the man in bed
Lying in the hospital
Who will quite soon be dead

I think about how all his friends
Won’t come and visit him
Because his face is gaunt, his skin
Is pale and eyes are dim

I think about how unpleasant
It is to watch him die
How he does have so few a selfless
And caring ally

And think about all of the men
Who grow that “cookie duster”
Lying to themselves about
How it’s a “cancer buster”

In honor of the men who’ve died
And who are on death’s door
Because of prostate cancer I
Will hairy lip ignore

Instead I’ll cut out foods which harm
My health and I’ll work out
I’ll sweat and suffer for my health
And not just stubble sprout

I’ll fight as if I’m in a war
Against the cancer foe
While other men grow mustaches
And laugh and comb and crow

And no one will tell me that I
Should follow all the crowd
“Where’s your mustache?” they will ask
“Where’s your balls?” I say loud

As I form fists and beat upon
A chest that’s hard as rock
As I flex abdomen that makes
Both men and women gawk

As I show spoils of the war
I fight to be in shape
Despite not having a mustache
That over lip does drape

                                     ~Mustacheless Miro

A Warrior’s Open Letter To Death

12 Oct

“Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I’ll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day.” ~The Grey


A Warrior’s Open Letter To Death

Dear Grim Reaper, I’d like to warn
That I won’t run like most
I will not flee, I will not hide
This is not a proud boast

It’s not a threat or challenge
Just a promise what’s to come
When we are face to face, this Warrior
Will not succumb

To fear, to doubt or regret ‘cause
For years I have now walked
The path that so many have only
Dreamed and wished and talked

I know you wait until some are
Breaking down and quite old
Know regardless of my grey
I’ll always be this bold

Come for me while I’m still strong
In muscle and in mind
Come for me before my ears
Go deaf and eyes go blind

And though the outcome’s definite
I only have one goal
When I do battle with you, it’s
To exact a great toll

I do not doubt your victory
But I assure one truth
If you come for me while I am
Still in my years of youth

When you are finished, you will have
To stop and take a breath
You’ll know it was a Warrior
That has just battled Death

See you somewhere down the road
On that cold, lonely night
I’m not afraid for I know it
Will be my last good fight

                            ~Miro

The 1-in-100 Warrior Award: You As A Machine

25 Feb

“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a Warrior, and he will bring the others back.” ~Heraclitus

The way of the Warrior is not only about pushing yourself mentally, but physically too. There is a direct connection between your soul and body. As C.S. Lewis once said, “You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.” And that’s all you truly have in this world. You may think you have a house, a car, a job, pets, even friends and family, but all of these things won’t necessarily be around until the end of your life. Some of them may even be gone tomorrow. Your body is the only constant from birth ’till death, and what you do with it plays a large part in your creativity, your productivity and your attitude.

Those who mistreat their bodies with lack of exercise and unhealthy eating are lying to themselves if they think they can get away with it. You’re lying to yourself if you think that you can push yourself mentally while taking shortcuts physically. Warriors are honest. They know the truth. They don’t lie to others, but more importantly, they don’t lie to themselves. They go into the gym knowing full well the importance of overcoming the challenge before them. How overcoming discomfort and physical difficulty makes you grow stronger not only in the gym, but when you’re dealing with an undisciplined, lazy, selfish and comfort-seeking person who makes the choice of unloading their frustrations on others. The Warrior felt their legs burning during that run or jog, or during that time on the Stairmaster, or during those squats, and persevered through it. The Warrior sees the undisciplined mind lashing out due to discomfort and remembers their own discomfort that was conquered. The Warrior keeps calm. Warriors see people throw fits from being pushed by challenges and remember constantly being pushed by weights. Warriors push back, and they understand that it takes focus, concentration and controlled, deliberate intensity over a sustained period of time to push back. They don’t snap back and bicker, because they’ve learned that doesn’t do you any good in the weight room.

And while so many fly off the handle or get stressed, Warriors choose to be calm, just as they choose the healthy food option when they’d much rather enjoy the unhealthy choice. Everything’s connected. The amount that you push yourself physically with exercise and how much you push against cravings is directly connected to how hard you’ll push yourself to excel at your job, to make the extra effort to start and finish that creative project you were thinking of doing, and how much you’ll expect of yourself when things don’t go as planned.

You As A Machine is a Warrior. We hear so many women talk about all of the weight they gained after having kids, and not being able to lose it. We hear so many talk about how as they grow older, the weight starts to pile on and won’t come off. As a 40 year old mother of two, You As A Machine is a reminder of the potential that we all have within us if we push ourselves. Here’s what a 40 year old mother of two achieved when she refused to lie to herself and chose to follow that innate truth we all have within us:

She’s an inspiration to everyone who ever listened to their own excuses as to why they’re not in the best shape they can be in, and an encouraging reminder to all those that listen and follow their own truth. True, some of us have rips, tears, breaks and other physical issues that will keep us from having washboard abs and bulging muscles, but the point isn’t to rise up to the level of other people’s potential, it’s to rise up to your own level. I know all about that, having suffered a permanent shoulder injury years ago. Despite the constant pain and weakness, I’m still in better physical shape than a vast majority of people I encounter every day that have no injuries or health issues. It’s because I push myself to my own limits and realize my own potential. I could be overweight and use the excuse of “I’m hurt” and nobody would fault me for it. But I’d be lying to myself. Just as You As A Machine could use her age and the fact that she’s had two kids as excuses to be overweight, but she doesn’t lie to herself either. She not only pushes and reaches her limits everyday, but serves others by giving advice and guidance on how they too can fulfill their own potential. She’s 1-in-100, and we are lucky to have her: http://youasamachine.com/

Guidelines for the 1-in-100 Warrior Award: To acknowledge and honor the rarity of the Warrior, it is recommended that the recipient passes this award on to only *one* other blogger that they feel goes above and beyond to serve and inspire others, and who maintains their grace and positivity even in the face of difficult challenges, such as health issues, tragedy, injustice or loss.

Once an author is given the award, they may continue nominating one new blog author once a week, month, year… or whatever seems appropriate. It’s like a knight’s ability to bestow knighthood onto another whenever they choose. But only one at a time. The patience of a Warrior is required.

Weak Stick

26 Jan

“The cigarette does the smoking – you’re just the sucker.”  ~Author Unknown

Weak Stick

A lot of traits do come to mind
When I see smokers pull
A cigarette out from a box
And take a deep breath full

Of chemicals, carcinogens
And nicotine and tar
Here’s the picture that they paint
When sucking that cigar

I see a lazy person who
Wants to feel better fast
I see an futile person who
Can’t learn that it won’t last

I see a selfish person who
Pollutes the air we breathe
I see a full grown baby who
Still has the need to teethe

I see a foolish person who
Keeps wasting all their dough
To paint their lungs a darker shade
And make the tumor grow

I see a weak person who doesn’t
See the strength inside
I see a coward who searches
For close places to hide

I see a corpse that’s wasting time
And money and the love
Of all their friends and family
And maybe God above

I see an ingrate piss away
Their health when there’s so many
Who’d give the world to have it back
‘Cause they do not have any

I see a slave with no courage
To break free from their chains
A wimp who can’t withstand withdrawal
Who can’t endure the pains

A spoiled rotten little brat
Who thinks life’s all about
Comfort, pleasure, luxury
Taking the easy route

I challenge every smoker to
Accomplish this one feat
Next time that you get a craving
Before you light that treat

Throw it on the ground and crush
That weak stick with your heel
And throw the rest down there as well
And give them the same deal

Don’t cry about how much they cost
You’ve burned a lot before
Makes no difference if they’re in
Your lungs or on the floor

Crush those weak sticks and then wait
For those shakes to begin
Instead of looking for a fix
Focus and look within

Concentrate and clear your mind
And take it like the rest
Don’t tremble and cry for help
Stand up and beat your chest!

Growl, show some backbone and
Control your weakened mind
Stop being so aloof and
To your own strength so blind

Weaker ones than you have quit
And they put you to shame
Every time you feel the sudden
Urge to light that flame

Lazy, futile, selfish, baby
Foolish, weak and coward
One step closer to a corpse
With every stick devoured

Ingrate, slave, a wimp and spoiled
Rotten little brat
Who doesn’t realize where the
True calming force is at

And sensitive because they never
Want to hear that they
Are doing anything wrong, but
They don’t use that ash tray

Take a look at your sidewalk
Next time you take a stroll
Count the cigarette butts that
You see on your patrol

Then say smokers aren’t lazy
Aloof and big ingrates
Foolish, weak and cowardly
And all these other traits

“But hey, I smoke and I always
Put my butt in the trash!”
Good for you, now go collect
All of your drifting ash

                                 ~Miro

*some taking personal offense at this write might be well served to read

https://warriorpoetwisdom.com/2011/12/13/truth-hurts/


In Loving Shape

25 Jan

“If you aren’t good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you’ll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren’t even giving to yourself.” ~Barbara De Angelis

In Loving Shape

You cannot run a marathon
Unless you’ve done the training
No one’s won an election
Without lots of campaigning

You cannot be well versed on topics
Without much research
Your soul or spirit cannot grow
If confined to one church

In all aspects of life we can’t
Do things we hope to do
Unless we do the work to get
In shape to see it through

Which brings us to the people who
Wish they could show more love
Despite their wants they do not have
Much training to show of

And how does one prepare themselves
To love all selflessly?
By loving themselves just as much
To very same degree

Much of loving lies in caring
Protecting, defending
How can one love others when
To themselves they aren’t tending?

How can someone who abuses
Their bodies with drugs
Or alcohol or cigarettes
Hope to give loving hugs?

How can someone who slowly
Poisons their veins with junk
Clogs their arteries and makes
Their heart strain, lurch and clunk

Hope to care for someone else
And rise to do what’s needed
To take care when their own advice
Goes constantly unheeded?

How can someone not in shape
From loving their own body
Caring for it, protecting
So that it isn’t shoddy

Hope to be in any kind
Of shape to love another?
If you can’t help yourself, how much
Can you do for your brother?

Your sister? Mother? Father? Friend?
Your children and your pets?
The most love you can give is the
Same as your body gets

So show some love and make the choice
That’s not rooted in craving
Physically and mentally
We should ourselves be saving

Not torturing ourselves over
Regrets from the past
And not consuming things that have
Bad effects that will last

Get in loving shape by caring
For your own well-being
Then you’ll start to see your love
For others fully freeing

                                    ~Miro

So What If I Am?

14 Nov

So What If I Am?

Sometimes when you show passion
About some kind of cause
It isn’t exactly met with
A big round of applause

Sometimes people will make fun
And say such classics like
“What are you, some kind of…” and
Insert their chosen strike

If you speak of the ego
And other deep content
And get accused of being a
Psychology student

If you watch your diet and
For health are a campaigner
And get accused of being some
Kind of personal trainer

If you praise the Lord above
And give glory to Him
And someone calls you a preacher
As if it’s something grim

If you are a creator
Of music, stories, art
And someone calls you an “artiste”
As if you’re much more smart

Don’t you dare allow them to
Make it seem like it’s bad
Head up, chest out and bellow
This line as if you’re glad:

“So what if I am?” you say to them
“So what if I do care?
So what if I show passion and
So what if you compare

My interests to people who have
Dedicated much time
And effort for the same passions?
So what? Is that a crime?”

Keep in mind that “What are you?”
When asked in a snide tone
Usually comes from someone
Who has not found their own

Passion or purpose in life
And feels inadequate
The irony of what they say
Is that they can’t commit

To any of the jobs that they
Accuse you of being
So nod your head and do not be
Afraid of agreeing

“What’s so bad about the job
That you’ve just listed off?
Is dedication and hard work
Something at which you scoff?

If it is, I’ve heard enough
That’s all I need to know
You just don’t see what it takes to
Evolve, advance and grow”

Let them try to make their fun
By listing off those trades
Because the people that do them
Possess passion in spades

                            ~Miro

Get Up

9 Oct

Get Up

I see your tired face
You’re beaten down in place
But laying won’t help you
You know what you must do
Get up

The world has kicked your ass
You feel you’re low on gas
Your body stalls and stays
And on the ground it lays
Get up

You feel you’ve had enough
The days are just too rough
There’s too much to endure
You seek some place secure
Get UP

Your luck has been all bad
You’re miserable and sad
But waiting won’t fix things
Cut anchoring strings
GET UP

Let go of what they did
You’re no longer a kid
Stop throwing a big fit
It’s time you deal with it
GET UP!

Stop crying for yourself
Get working on your health
GET OUT THE DOOR AND RUN
START GETTING SOMETHING DONE
GET UP!!

GET MILES UNDER YOUR FEET
PROVOKE YOUR HEART TO BEAT
GET BLOOD FLOWING IN VEINS
START LIVING WITH PAINS
GET UP!!!

DON’T TELL ME THAT YOU CAN’T
DON’T BITCH AND WHINE AND RANT
‘CAUSE I HAVE BEEN THERE TOO
AND KNOW WHAT YOU MUST DO:
Get up

Turn off your racing brain
Don’t focus on the pain
Just do one little feat
And every day repeat:
Get up

‘Cause only when you’re standing
Are you in charge, commanding
Your body to keep moving
Your current state improving
GET UP!!!!


Intensity Apology

19 Aug

Intensity Apology

I’d like to take a moment to
Say sorry for a trait
That annoys some lazy folks
And on their nerves does grate

“You’re just a little too intense”
Is what these cow-eyed folks
Say to me when I attempt
To motivate and coax

“Relax, calm down, don’t go so fast”
Is their indifferent plea
But laziness has blinded them
And they just cannot see

That they’ve mistaken my focus
Passion, intensity
For being “much too wound up” to
An unhealthy degree

The irony’s despite the fact
That I’m all aches and pains
I’m ten times healthier than blood
That lumbers through their veins

Too many people have just quit
There is no forward motion
In contrast to their dead stop
My sprint causes commotion

“You’ll have a heart attack if you
Don’t pace yourself, you know!”
They warn as they take baby steps
And timidly walk slow

“Perhaps it’s you who’d benefit
From one big heart attack
It’d be the first time in a while
It pumped blood” I say back

And if you live or die, then let’s
Be real honest and fair
If you don’t survive that’s one
Less person wasting air

And if by miracle somehow
You do survive the pains
You’ll just have taken your first step
To breaking free of chains

That hold you back and drain your strength
And keep you firmly stuck
“Sorry I’m so damn intense?
Nah, I don’t give a f**k”

                                  Miro

Lovely

10 Aug

Lovely

I see her glide across the room
As if she floats on air
Waves of calmness flowing through
Her silky, amber hair

She sees me peering through left eye
(The right one’s still asleep)
She smiles sweetly and it still
Does make my heartbeat leap

I grunt and groan and lay back down
And wait for aches to pass
As is with every morning
My tank just has no gas

I hear the door open again
And Sweetness brings to me
Something healthy to kick-start
My engine, gluten free!

It’s a bowl of cereal
Chock full of oats and grains
So that I won’t have to add
To my list “stomach pains”

I tell her, “Thanks for cooking” and
She laughs at my remark
Not sarcastic, cynical
Or uncouth, rowdy bark

But a cute giggle, the kind
Only a kid enjoys
Followed by clearing her throat
To regain her poise

She walks up to the mirror to
Get ready for her day
She doesn’t need much makeup since
Beauty’s her natural way

As I eat and wait for all
My joints to activate
I cannot help but notice her
So long and slender trait

Toned, long legs peek out from under
Bathrobe that she wears
I feel a swell of pride to know
About her health she cares

She’s always worked so hard to keep
Herself in tip-top shape
(It’s just a bonus that it often
Leaves my mouth agape)

I hear a crack within her knee
As she walks from the mirror
Just like mine, our kindred joints
Make us feel a bit nearer

As she dresses, I think how
Fortunate is my life
To have a thoughtful lady such as
Her to call my wife

I finish oats and swing my legs
Off of the bed and stand
Having fuel to burn makes it
Easier to command

My unsteady, unbalanced bones
To start off this day’s quest
Thanks, Sweetness, for all you do
To make me feel so blessed

                                Miro

Fuel

23 Jul

Fuel

Everything that moves you forward
Requires a type of fuel
Car or boat or plain or train
Or horse or mare or mule

Depending on what gas you use
Affects how smooth the ride
Quality of fuel controls
The engine deep inside

The same goes for your body and
The food that you put in
Deep fried fuel from fast food joints
Will lead to much chagrin

The engine struggles to keep up
When all it’s got is junk
To run on, soon you’ll realize
Your step will lose its spunk

And just as garbage slows the legs
It does so with the mind
One begins to grow when they
Absorb wisdom they find

If you only fuel your brain
With sports or shows that bore
With shallow things that have no depth
You’re poisoning your core

The mind becomes conditioned to
Accepting unleaded
And premium with all its kick
Becomes something dreaded

Concepts like a higher power
And spirituality
Are too high in octane and with
The mind do not agree

It lurches and rattles and shakes
Because it’s used to gas
That doesn’t require it have
To get up off its ass

But if you start to fuel your tank
With wisdom from our sages
If you read the writings of
The wise men through the ages

If you’re fueled by teachings from
Philosophers and scholars
Instead of an athletic goon
Who body checks and hollers

(“Oh no, he didn’t take a shot
And my beloved game!”
You’re thinking now but don’t let that
Blind you from poem’s aim)

If you pay attention to
The things that monks have said
If you take to heart what Christ
Taught even as he bled

Your tolerance of that octane
That used to be too much
Begins to grow and soon you’ll be
Able to pop the clutch

That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy
Unleaded anymore
You can continue watching shows
And sports that you adore

Just keep in mind to moderate
The grade of fuel you burn
If unleaded’s all you guzzle
There won’t be much to learn

But if from time to time you splurge
And pump some premium
You’ll be amazed at what your mind
And body can become

                               Miro