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Vicariously

30 Apr

Vicarious: adjective – felt or enjoyed through imagined participation in the experience of others.

vicarious
Vicariously

The athlete wraps his swollen knee
To take the pain down one degree
He puts his uniform on and he stands

He stretches and he grunts and sneers
While in the background thunder cheers
Of fans who have some very high demands

He does some squats and starts to sweat
His knee and shoulder play roulette
Sometimes they stab, sometimes it’s just an ache

He does this every single day
And though the word they use is “play”
He knows that it’s not “fun” that is at stake

He pushes himself to his edge
He sacrifices, makes a pledge
To expect more from himself than of others

He puts on all his gear and walks
Out of the locker room and talks
With his comrades, his teammates and his brothers

But soon they’re all drowned out by fans
Who yell and scream within the stands
Who shout, “We’re gonna win!” with all their might

A man who hasn’t run in ages
Takes a swig of beer and rages
“Show them what we’re made of and go fight!”

The athlete sees another man
Who tries to not spill his beer can
While nachos balance in his other grip

He holds the chips up to his face
And gobbles some without much grace
And with a full mouth thunders, “Let ‘er rip!”

Thousands pack the seats today
To chant, to cheer, to hope, to pray
To live vicariously through the men

Who choose discomfort, struggle, pain
Through snow and sleet and cold and rain
Fans pin their hopes on warriors again

“We’re gonna win!” some slob declares
And athlete does look up and stares
A cold and steely glance because he’s heard

Enough people who act involved
So athlete’s poise becomes dissolved
Because for him it is all so absurd

He says what is on all the minds
Of his teammates as he reminds
The nacho chomping fan it’s not *his* win

Until he puts the nachos down
And hits the gym and goes to town
Which makes his teammates all chuckle and grin

The nacho chomping fan is stunned
He feels betrayed and hurt and shunned
And now he cheers for the opposing team!

Once again he lives through those
Who saw two choices and they chose
Not path of comfort but the one extreme

The athletes all compete and drive
Each other to feel more alive
While fans in stands sit by and feel connected

And cheer and pump their fists with zeal
As if their achievement is real
Vicarious accomplishment injected

They all go home and feel quite spent
“Man, what a game!” one does lament
“We gave them everything we had out there!”

The athlete shakes his head and limps
His way past all the oafs and wimps
And then collapses down into a chair

He slowly pulls the knee wrap off
The pain hits him and makes him cough
“WE won jack shit” he mumbles quietly

“The victory is for my team
No matter much you all scream
And how much you live vicariously”

                             ~Miro
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Same Old Same Old

1 Dec

Yawn

Same Old Same Old

“Lately” I hear people say
“There aren’t many who go
The extra mile, try harder
Who want to learn and grow”

It’s the word “lately” that makes me
Laugh a Warrior’s laugh
There’s nothing recent about the
Urge to only give “half”

It’s not just in the past ten years
That people have tried less
It has been thousands of years that
They’ve chosen to regress

For those who’ve only recently
Noticed the downward spiral
Welcome to being awake
To selfishness gone viral

There are those who are new to this
And they will act so shocked
“I can’t believe! I can’t believe!”
They’ve talked and talked and talked

But Warriors know very well
On which world they do dwell
They aren’t surprised when ugliness
Sprouts from this same old hell

They aren’t surprised, they don’t act shocked
They aren’t appalled or mad
They don’t treat laziness or selfishness
As a new fad

It is as old as the hills, mountains
Rivers, lakes and seas
The selfish quest for comfort, luxury
Enjoyment, ease

The Warrior accepts what is
The same old same old same
And they do not cry out in anger
Or try to lay blame

What it is is what it is
And all that one can do
Is disagree with how things are
And not let it change you

Not let other’s laziness
Stop you from choosing to
Walk an extra mile when
Another beckons you

Not let other’s fear distract
From what needs to be done
Not let other’s threats dissuade
And make you turn and run

Same old selfish, thoughtless world
With many who are dense
Who are oblivious, ungrateful
And take great offense

Nothing new about it, folks
It’s been that way forever
And since the dawn of time, there’s been
Warriors who would never

Let such fearful, selfish, shabby
People influence
Their attitude, their emotions
Their mood or common sense

                               ~Miro

No-Mo

6 Nov

This Movember thing seems really silly to me. Growing a mustache to fight prostate cancer? Harsh ugly truth: growing a mustache doesn’t help someone with prostate cancer. What helps a man with prostate cancer is going to visit him in the hospital and sitting with him, talking to him and listening to him for a few minutes, letting him feel like a human being and not completely alone and forgotten. “But Miro,” you may be thinking, “I don’t know anybody with prostate cancer in the hospital!” Then go visit a stranger. After 15 seconds, you won’t be strangers anymore.

But that would be weird, right? Visiting a stranger that you don’t know and offering solidarity and support. That’s just crazy. It’s much more effective to grow hair on your upper lip for all those strangers who are battling for their lives that we’d rather not be around because they’re suffering…and we’d rather not be around that level of pain and struggle. It’s much easier to just put up with the slight inconvenience of having a hairy upper lip for a month. Movember is just another one of those things I shake my head at and simply say, “try harder.”

No, I’m not growing a mustache for Movember this year. Probably won’t next year either. But still, somehow, I manage to not approve of prostate cancer despite the lack of hair on my upper lip. Amazing what you can accomplish when you don’t follow the herd and choose to think for yourself.

True story.

Chill Pill

9 Jun

Chill Pill

The dopey eyed and lazy sloth
Says “Take a chill pill, pal!”
He sees the Warrior’s passion
And wants to kill morale

“Chill pill?” the Warrior does ask
“To mellow out? Not care?”
The Warrior does ask the sloth
With his intense, cold stare

“Yeah man,” the sloth does respond
“Just chill, it doesn’t matter”
The Warrior holds his hand up
He’s heard enough sloth chatter

“Doesn’t matter?” Warrior grins
“That is where you are wrong
NEVER DOES IT NOT MATTER!”
He says loud, stern and strong

“What you are’s a cancer on
All people of the world”
The Warrior accuses as
Admonishment is hurled

“Your apathy does suck the life
Of all those passionate
You try to turn them into people
Who don’t give a shit”

The Warrior steps forward and
Now he stands nose to nose
The sloth’s heart starts to race, the Warrior’s
Heart only slows

He takes a slow, deep breath and says
With calm, unnerved boldness:
“Take your chill pill, choke on it
You apathetic mess”

NEVER let someone tell you
That you need to chill out
If it concerns anything that
You’re passionate about

Tell them to just choke on it
I swear they won’t be missed
One less sloth’s lack of passion
To make Warriors pissed

                               ~Miro

Not That Busy

21 Feb

“When you are asked if you can do a job, tell ’em, ‘Certainly I can!’ Then get busy and find out how to do it.” ~Theodore Roosevelt

Not That Busy

A peculiar phenomenon
That I have always seen
Takes place whenever someone’s asked
To come out and convene

To take part in a get-together
With like-minded folks
There always seems to be a few
Who you just cannot coax

Because they’re “busy,” they have something
Going on that day
A thing that only takes up just
A fragment of their play

I’ve heard it time and time again,
“I’ve already made plans”
But what they say they’re busy with
Only few hours spans

I’ve even heard some blow it up
To wipe out a weekend
Events only four hours long
To the next day transcend

What is it about the mind
That says “You must recover”
“Write off the next day as well
For fear fatigue will hover”

I’ve heard some say they couldn’t make
A two minute phone call
Because they were so “busy” that
They were not free to stall

And yet I’ve seen those same people
With no minutes to spare
Drop it all to sit before
The TV and just stare

Watch their shows and movies and
Play endless video games
And later boast about their busy
Non-stop hectic claims

You’re not that busy, no one is
Don’t let your mind run wild
Don’t fall for thinking there are too
Many duties compiled

Call yourself on your B.S.
And don’t exaggerate
Never act as though you have
Far too much on your plate

Because each person knows the truth
That we are not that busy
Very few of us do reach
The point of being dizzy

Do not let your mind inflate
What’s being asked of you
And for the tasks you have right now
Take moment to review

Are you really that busy?
Is time really that rare?
Is stopping for a moment something
You would never dare?

I can only speak for one
In complete honesty
It wasn’t until I admitted
“I’m not that busy”

That my production level rose
And my training began
And people started calling me
“A wise, hard working man”

                         ~Miro

Soft Times

19 Jan

“Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Soft Times

This ain’t the age of warriors
Of that there’s little doubt
The world in which we live in is
One where the soft have clout

It is the age of convenience
Where everything’s “right now”
Everything is “instantly”
With no time to allow

Everything at fingertips
And no patience required
Is it any wonder why
There are so few inspired?

Everything is effortless
But they can’t figure out
Even with this convenience
How to make folks not pout

They constantly complain and whine
About how life is hard
Very few do see that life
Today’s as soft as lard

Bad choices are everywhere
Junk food on every street
Liquor, drugs and luxury
The body does mistreat

The warrior’s a different breed
They’re not afraid to turn
Their backs on all these soft pleasures
Because for more they yearn

Patience, strength and grace which comes
From saying “Not for me”
They aren’t afraid to put chests out
And say “I disagree”

They do not eat when not hungry
For sake of socializing
They do not have another drink
And thereby compromising

Their set of values and virtues
They are not out to please
And all the luxuries in life
To them will not appease

Because the warrior knows that
Like warriors before
All their virtues are not forged
In comfort but in war

The war on ease and laziness
On convenience and leisure
This is why when gadgets bust
The warrior won’t seizure

When other doodads and knicknacks
Go on the fritz and break
The warrior has patience and
Does not become a flake

They do not get frustrated ‘cause
That is a soft reaction
The warrior’s as hard as stone
And suffers no distraction

Because they see the soft times that
Surround them and they say:
“Keep your fancy instant toys
Which frustrate and dismay

We are descendants of the ones
Who needed nothing more
Than what’s already inside us:
Our solid, sturdy core”

                               ~Miro

I Don’t Tweet

28 Nov

I Don’t Tweet

The social networking tool that
Is growing in support
More rapidly than most is the
One that must be kept short

Seems to me that everyone
Is Twittering today
But with just a hundred and
Forty letters to say

What is on your mind, our thoughts
Are being simplified
There isn’t much room to express
Inspire or confide

I tried it for a while, tweeted
Quotes that roused my vigor
But many times I couldn’t post
‘Cause limit wasn’t bigger

So I found myself tweeting
About trifling deeds
Like what I had for breakfast or
My material needs

A new trinket that’s coming out
That I would like to buy
And other times I’d use it to
Kvetch, complain and cry

I finally did recognize
That status line was not
An ideal place to show my thanks
For everything I’ve got

Instead, it’s just an exercise
In ego, bragging, whines
A warrior who has a point
Needs more than just 2 lines

I saw the limits they imposed
And the effect is makes
A growing group of people who
Do not have what it takes

To keep attention focused on
A write that’s longer than
One hundred and forty keys:
A “novel” for trash can

Part of being warriors
Is saying “Not for me
I don’t abide what’s going on
And I do disagree”

So I don’t tweet, it’s not for me
I just don’t see what good
Tweeting does, two lines cannot
Help you be understood

Status lines and cell phone texts
And very short e-mails
Modern day communication’s
Giant epic fails

I’ll keep to writing “novels” and
Poems more than a page
For the ones who seek to be
Inspired and engage

                         ~Miro