Tag Archives: King

King of Pain

29 Oct
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King of Pain
 
I wake up and the crown descends and digs into my skull
The King of Pain has risen and the day will not be dull
It won’t be numb, it won’t be foggy, cloudy, fuzzy, dim
Because I don’t use alcohol to make my aching slim
 
I don’t use weed to take the edge off of my Kingdom’s strain
I don’t use coke or smack to bring fleeting joy to my brain
I am a Warrior and I believe I do not need
Anything outside myself to survive or succeed
 
While peasants popped their pills at every hint of misery
While paupers took a swig or shot for one night to be free
While peons, rubes and boors lit up and blocked the pain with smoke
This King faced torment head-on and here’s what years did invoke:
 
Patience, perseverance, courage, adamance, resolve
Self-belief, self-confidence, incentive to evolve
Clarity to see that we empower all the things
From which we run and hide from, while confronting always brings
 
Growth and depth and understanding, confidence and peace
Normals robbed themselves each time they used something to cease
The lightning shooting through their nerves while Kings all choose to reign
Be challenged, tested, honed and forged by their Kingdom of Pain
 
                                             ~Miro
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To Mock A King

11 Feb

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To Mock A King

Anyone can mock a man
And yes, most people do
Even without realizing
With their flippant spew

Anyone can mock a leader
Someone who tries hard
But often fails because they are
By their followers marred

Anyone can mock a God
Since most just can’t conceive
A being that’s far greater than
They are, they can’t believe

But there is a rare breed that can
Willingly mock a King
As a servant of one, I can’t
Think a sadder thing

My own King is one who receives
A lot of foolish mocking
I hear His name said as a swear
While I hear people talking

I hear the ignorant make fun
Without giving a thought
Of what this King did sacrifice
And lessons that He taught

They laugh and think this long-haired
Bearded King is so inane
They do not stop to think about
The suffering and pain

They show no thought of the message
Of love that He did guide
They disregard the grace He kept
Moments before He died

It takes a very unique person
To mock this great King
To make dumb jokes, to throw insults
To laugh and insults fling

It takes one that’s oblivious
To sacrificing all
To give everything of yourself to
Answer a higher call

It takes someone who does not see
Does not appreciate
A person who’s mission in life
Was to reduce the hate

Keep this fact in mind next time
You hear these people mock
Don’t just stand by silently
Don’t turn around and walk

Say things as you see them and
Remind them, tell them of
The life and mission of that King
His purpose: spreading love

Tell them that to mock a King
Takes very little class
Tell them when one mocks a King
It’s mocker who’s the ass

Tell them that they mock because
They feel they have low worth
Tell them that we must have something
Sacred on this Earth

To mock another is a sign
Of weakness and of fear
It’s one thing to mock family
A friend or mock a peer

But when one mocks a King I say
There is no greater shame
A revelation that they won’t
Give anyone acclaim

Warrior King

28 Aug

“Only one among us keeps his Spartan reserve. Only he. Only our King.” ~Dilios, “300”

Warrior King

The words of Heraclitus state how rare Warriors are
Only one in one-hundred bravely accept the scar
But there’s a breed of Warrior that’s even rarer still
One of them does proudly stand atop Warrior Hill

The Warrior King’s emotionless with nerves of ice and steel
To stare into his cold eyes will a different truth reveal:
He doesn’t have an intense fire like other Warriors
Instead when staring in his eyes a sudden chill occurs

He’s come full circle through the fire and now he gleams with ice
A master fully in control, his emotions precise
Completely in control of self which causes many fear
While Warriors do look upon and respect and revere

A King who’s wiped out all ego and no longer allows
The petty fears and selfishness that normal men do house
Unmovable, unshakable, a frightening, intense force
To all of those who feel uncertainty, doubt and remorse

A King so far beyond the discipline of common men
That only Warriors can understand and comprehend
Only Warriors can see that the Warrior King
Is not one to be feared but a source from which strength does spring

Generals and presidents and black belts and masters
Men and women who stay focused amid disasters
Kings (and Queens) who’ve trained so hard and long that now they’ve turned
Into a hard substance that cannot be cracked or burned

No, not everyone is meant to make this transformation
Only one in ten thousand never need a vacation
Only one in ten thousand do not need affirmation
And have courage to protect and lead an entire nation

Any one of us can be a Warrior but only
One in ten thousand will stand alone and not feel lonely
Only Kings of Warriors stand silent even when
Warriors themselves do take a respite from their Zen

To indulge their humanity and celebrate and shout
Not one word from the King’s mouth will excitedly spout
Every gestured measured and every response is weighed
Not one selfish thought indulged on their selfless crusade

A source of strength and light and hope for those not masters yet
A source of shame for those who don’t like to work up a sweat
A source of fear for those who haven’t learned what life’s about
A flashing beacon for those who walk the Warrior route

                                             ~Miro

The King of Letting Go

5 Oct

The King of Letting Go

I am a humble servant of
The King of Letting Go
Every day I try to let
My Monarch’s teachings flow

This King did not possess riches
His life was about loss
My King did not sit on a throne
Instead He had a cross

He wore no fancy crown of gold
Adorned with studded jewels
Instead there was a crown of thorns
Placed on His head by fools

He walked away from His home town
From those who had raised Him
To cast His light in places that
Had grown shady and dim

He let go of the things He had
The things He did possess
He knew the key to happiness
Was knowing you need less

And when the only thing left was
His life, they took that too
He let it go as He explained
“They know not what they do”

I wonder why it’s so hard for
People to let it go
Everyday annoyances
That make our anger grow

But one thing we can’t seem to grasp
And hold on tightly to
Is the lesson this King taught
We just cannot construe

The thought that peace is in our grasp
If we let go, move on
Accept the things we cannot change
Accept what’s gone is gone

I am a humble servant of
The King of Letting Go
I will not be dragged down because
I will no longer tow

I will sever the lines that hold me
To anchoring weight
I will let go of my ego
My selfishness, my hate

Because my King has done the same
And asks no less of me
He’s taught us only when we let
It go can we be free

                                 Miro

Pop Culture Poetry: The Power

21 Aug

The Power

The Kingdom is at peace today
The Prince breathes deep and slow
A peasant sees him laying down
Beside where flowers grow

The peasant bows and says, “Highness”
The Prince gives them a smile
He can tell as they walk off
They actually revile

The Prince behind his back because
How little strength he shows
Instead of fighting off a beast
He’d rather simply doze

The Kingdom’s people walk about
And do their daily chores
Secretly shaking their heads
At how he evades wars

He’d always run and hide whenever
The foes do attack
And only when peace is restored
Does he make his way back

He knows they all look down on him
But he accepts the role
Thrust upon him, although it
Does sometimes take its toll

Suddenly the peace is shattered
By a swooping beast
The winged creature breathes fire
And leaves a few deceased

The townspeople all run and scatter
All throughout the streets
To no one’s real surprise, the Prince‘s
Routine still repeats

He takes his furry companion
And ducks in a dark alley
He hears the men at arms outside
Assemble and then rally

Against the fire-breathing beast
But they are too outmatched
A single warrior who strikes
Is engulfed and then snatched

Deep down the Prince knows that he has
The courage to fight off
Any threat to his Kingdom
Though most at that would scoff

But he knows too he doesn’t have
The power that he needs
To fend off all the evil threats
And so he then proceeds

To hold his magic sword aloft
And speak the ancient name
Of the legendary King
From which his power came

“I have the power” he thunders
As lightning brightly flashes
Making him grow ten times stronger
As the thunder crashes

With power, knowledge and wisdom
The Prince no longer stands
In the alley, the sword now
Rests in a Hero’s hands

He points the sword at his small pet
Who cowers at the sight
Of lightning all around him, but then
Grows in ten times might

The companion roars as the Hero
Mounts the battle cat
And rides off to the courtyard to
Subdue the monster that

Has disrupted all the peace
That the Prince had enjoyed
All the people see him come
And are all overjoyed

They give him adulation and
Call him their only hope
Somewhere someone makes a crack
“The Prince ran off to mope”

The Hero blocks a blast of fire
With his magic sword
He dismounts and engages the
New beast sent by the horde

He grabs the beast by one leg while
The battle cat jumps on
Its back and bites and claws while Hero
Displays his full brawn

He lifts the beast above his head
With impossible strength
The cat jumps down and watches on
Always at arms length

The Hero grunts and hurls the beast
Into a castle wall
The bricks give way and beast commences
To forever fall

It screams and writhes as it plummets
Into the endless void
Another beast the Hero has
Successfully destroyed

The townspeople all cheer his name
The King joins them as well
He looks around for his young son
Again, he must retell

The exploits of this Hero since
Whenever trouble nears
The Prince pulls off a magic trick
And somehow disappears

The Hero sees the King search for
His skittish only son
He wishes he could tell the truth
But knows what must be done

He mounts the cat and rides off as
The people give him praise
A short time later, Prince returns
A few eyebrows do raise

“I’m glad you’re safe!” the King hugs him
But many people snicker
How whenever danger strikes
The Prince could not be quicker

“My furry friend ran off” the Prince
Explains to all the folks
“I had to make sure he was safe”
He perpetrates the hoax

And accepts how they see him
A gutless, craven coward
A necessary mask for the
Hero deep down, empowered

By the strength and courage of
The King whose skull was gray
Until the next time they need help
By flowers he will lay