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Beautiful Day

3 Feb

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Beautiful Day

It’s a beautiful day
If you just pay attention
And forget all the things
That build up the tension

Even if you have bills
That are three months past due
The sun is still shining
And the skies are still blue

Your co-worker may
Be an arrogant ass
But that doesn’t make
The lake have less bass

You can stew in your office
You can lurch in your cave
Or you can watch healing waters
Wave upon wave

Through all of life’s troubles
The pains and the stress
One thing that I’ve learned
Is that more is less

So I step back and notice
The little things
How the tree softly whispers
How the red robin sings

Try it some time
Grab a bench by a pond
Take a deep breath
You’ll soon feel the bond

It’s amazing the thrill
You’ll get when a fish
Jumps up from the pond
And twists with a splish

The quiet, the peace
It’s all so serene
The sun is so warm
The air is so clean

So get out of the office
Take off that tie
And your shoes while you’re at it
And get under the sky

                                     ~Miro

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Dark and Quiet

26 Nov

Dark & Quiet

This message is more specific
Than most that I do write
It’s directed at people who
Wage a similar fight

It’s for those who are dealing with
A chronic kind of pain
Physical in body or
Emotional in brain

I’ve managed to reintegrate
Myself in the workforce
After years of having my
Ailments take me off course

I was not able to pick up
Exactly where I’d left
Some factors had to be tweaked and
Conditions made bereft

When one is constantly in pain
Your senses grow intense
Making things a bit darker
Serves as a good defense

The normal lighting tubes above
Which most will pay no mind
Over prolonged hours cause
Fatigue is what I find

And so I’ve made an effort to
Keep man-made light around
Dimmer than normal in order
To feel much less wound

Darkened lenses on my glasses
Also help to serve
To block excessive lighting in
Which plucks the painful nerve

Yes, some will look at you strange
Or say, “You think you’re cool?”
But to me, he who worries of
Such things is the real fool

The other factor that has helped
Is to keep the noise low
I’ve made an effort to stay clear
Of those who do bellow

And speak more loudly than is needed
All that extra noise
Over time will only serve
To erode all your poise

The truth is that most people talk
Far more than is required
And I have learned that excess only
Leads to getting tired

I choose my actions carefully
And made what I have last
And that applies to talking when
I’m contacted or asked

It isn’t necessary to
Just yammer on all day
And being one who has learned this
I like to stay away

From those who have no concept of
“Enough” because they just
Serve to be another pain
That is upon me thrust

Dark and quiet’s how I work
And where my peace does thrive
Dark and quiet’s how this broken
Vessel does survive

You cannot stop your body from
Breaking down, but you can
Change your outside factors and
Devise a fitting plan

To work around what holds you back
But you must have the guts
To make accommodations even
If they’ll think you’re nuts

                                    ~Miro

Some Place Else

3 Mar

“Remember, no matter where you go, there you are.” ~Buckaroo Banzai

Some Place Else

“I wish I wasn’t here” is what
A lot of people think
Because the school or job or place
They are right now does stink

They think that they belong elsewhere
And that they’re being wasted
They long for other ventures that
They’ve previously tasted

It is important to accept
That sometimes where we are
Precisely is where we should be
Not some place that’s afar

Sometimes we wind up somewhere
Not just for our own sake
Instead it is to influence
And a difference make

Sometimes we wind up surrounded
By those we abhor
To make them grow in patience and
To make ours strengthen more

Sometimes impact that we have
On people who are near
Plays a monumental role
For them to conquer fear

Sometimes even though we think
That we’re being held back
Our character invigorates
Another peer’s attack

Worry not, brave Warriors
That you aren’t in right place
A Warrior does not in fact
Have any true home base

They are precisely where they should
Be, which is where they’re standing
Countries, buildings, companies
They don’t subscribe to branding

The Warrior can never wish
To be some place not here
‘Cause “here” is always where they are
No matter place or year

                         ~Miro

Lifers

10 Dec

Lifers

Lifers are the type of folks
Who sit down for their lunch
And all they’ve got to talk about
Is work while they all munch

They’re given thirty minutes or
A full hour to break
To clear their minds of their work day
A short reprieve to take

And all they can come up with is
To keep talking about
The project that they’re working on
Or just complain and pout

About the duties they’re assigned
To earn their precious pay
The topics that they talk about
Is such a short array

It makes me shake my head to see
The followers and sheep
Who cannot speak on a topic
That’s spiritual or deep

They go the easy route and just
Speak of the job they do
The future of the company
And how it affects you

Breaks are opportunities
To let yourself stay fit
For love of God, go for a walk
And get outside a bit!

See and smell and feel the air
And realize there’s more
Than just the company that you
Presently do work for

Next time that discussion veers
Towards the same routine
Be a warrior, speak up
And wipe the topic clean

“Why don’t we change the subject
To something else instead
Other than this job that we
Can’t get out of our head?”

That’s the point of breaks, to take
The opportunity
For thirty minutes or an hour
To let yourself be free

Do not be a Lifer and
Speak just about your grind
‘Cause after doing that enough
Pretty soon you will find

That you are taking it back home
When you have gone off shift
And you’ll be squandering free time
That is a precious gift

The Lifers waste their off shift time
Still talking about work
And all the other things they could
Be doing, they just shirk

I promise you, there’ll come a day
When that job won’t be there
Regardless of how hard you work
Or how much you may care

And then you’ll realize just how
Dependent you have been
On that job for discussion
When not at that machine

Or office desk, cash register
Work van or restaurant
The absence of your nine to five
Will staggeringly haunt

Unless you open up your eyes
And recognize there is
More to life than where you work
And talking strictly biz

                        ~Miro

Wasted Days

22 Nov

Wasted Days

Observation: Monday to
Thursday for many folks
Are just four days in the way
Until weekend evokes

A sense of vigor to get up
And get some real work done
To finally address their tasks
Instead of simply shun

To get to work on that project
Or answer an e-mail
To get that letter in the post
Or follow up that sale

To find the time to exercise
Or get in touch with friends
It seems to me that many times
You’ll find most of these trends

Occur when Friday rolls around
Because the weekend’s near
But think of all that you could do
If you just got in gear

Instead on Thursday, Wednesday or
On Tuesday and not wait
Maybe even on Monday
You’d find you’re never late

You’d never scramble for deadlines
You wouldn’t feel so stressed
You’d find with four days extra of
Trying your very best

You’d get a lot more done not just
For yourself, but for others
You’d also find how often that
You would have all your druthers

Do not waste a single day
All seven are a chance
To grow in productivity
And steadily advance

                              ~Miro

Tool-Less

12 Oct

Tool-Less

I spoke the other day about
How calendar does not
Decide when one’s a warrior
And neither does the spot

Another thing that doesn’t rule
On who’s a warrior
Is weapon, tool, instrument or
However you refer

To something that one must employ
In order to be that
A baseball player isn’t one
Unless he has a bat

A pitcher isn’t more than someone
Just standing around
Unless he has a ball to throw
And stands atop a mound

A hockey player needs his skates
To do the thing he is
A student isn’t one unless
He has to take a quiz

Writers cannot claim to be
Unless they have a way
Of taking down and recording
All of the things they say

Artists need their brushes and
Their canvases and clay
Dancers need their music on
And actors need their play

Musicians can make no music
Without drums and guitars
Even alcoholics can’t
Get drunk without their bars

On and on I see people
Who are by tools defined
I think of what I am and it
Gives me great peace of mind

I am a warrior and I
Don’t need a sword or shield
In any situation it’s
My own strength that I wield

My patience, grace, my fortitude
And my intensity
Aren’t dependent on if I
Have electricity

My supply of focus and
Courage will not run low
My resolve and my balance
Aren’t funded by my dough

You’re given everything that you
Require at your birth
Don’t believe materialistic
Things define your worth

The most important thing to be
Is tool-less in an age
Where everyone uses them to
Evaluate and gauge

“What you see is what you get”
Is our mentality
Warriors rely on what’s
Inside and are tool-free

                      Miro

The Right Place

3 Oct

The Right Place

“I just can’t seem to find someone
Who’s the right one for me”
Is what many single folks do
Solemnly decree

They talk about relationships
That ended up a waste
Never realizing it’s
Because they were not chased

Going to the bar does not
Count as making an effort
It’s just a place where people go
To drown sorrows and flirt

Superficial interactions
Lacking depth and soul
You’ll hardly ever meet someone
At one who’ll make you whole

“So if a bar’s not the right place
To find some soul and heart
Maybe a church is the best
Location to then start!”

If you think this to yourself
Be sure that you think twice
Just because someone believes
Does not mean they are nice

It’s been my experience
That churches, much like bars
Are just a place where people go
To try to forget scars

Despite their claims of following
Their Lord and Savior, Christ
I’ve met so many Christians
Whose temperaments were iced

They did not glow or radiate
With love and selflessness
They did not engage or welcome
Or any warmth express

“How ‘bout work? There’s a cute girl
Or guy I work beside
Surely they would make a perfect
Groom for me or bride”

Work’s another place that doesn’t
Usually pan out
Just one simple reason why
It’s not the ideal route:

Money is why so many
Couples who worked together
Were not able to endure
The harsh and nasty weather

Places where you make your dough
Are filled with people who
Are less concerned about others
Than making funds accrue

Same reason why many don’t
Have true friends at their trade
Most would throw you under bus
If it meant getting paid

“So not at bars or at a church
Or where you earn your pay
There’s got to be a place where folks
Can meet someone today!

How ‘bout school? There’s a guy or
Girl I’ve had my eye on”
Sorry, school’s the same as work
Your classmate will not fawn

Because, like work, they’re too busy
Accumulating grades
You’ll find about as much depth as
A quick game of charades

“So where’s a girl or guy supposed to
Find their one true love?”
I’ll tell you this, it likely won’t
Be one of the above

It probably won’t be wherever
You usually go
But something wonderful might happen
If you choose to grow

And venture out to new places
You haven’t ever been
Seeking something with more depth
Than just a lust for skin

I can only reassure
By telling you I’ve tried
All of the methods mentioned
And never found a bride

Until I left my comfort zone
And ventured somewhere new
That’s the only right place where
I found love that was true

Think about it, you won’t get
Your inspiration from
Negative and lazy people
Who are sour and glum

You won’t find hope among the folks
With whom you make your cash
Because the main thing on their minds
Is adding to their stash

And love is nowhere to be found
At places that serve booze
Bars are just places where folks
Go to drown all their blues

I cannot tell you exactly
Where “right place” may be
But it’s not part of your daily
Route, I’ll guarantee

If it’s love you’re looking for
The true and profound kind
The only way to find it is
If your legs are inclined

To move you out from your old path
And search new places where
Someone’s not just thinking of
Their own selfish affair

Their own pay or their drink or their
Own pass to pearly gates
Or their straight A’s, all of these things
Will lead to dead-end dates

Make an effort, seek and find
Get up and search for it
The right place is likely the  one
You currently omit

                            Miro