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Motivation

10 Jan

Motivation

The normals ask the fitness guru, “Please sir, kick my ass!”
Because they lack an iron will and ‘tween their legs, no brass
The normals ask the scholar, “Please sir, share what you have learned!”
Because reading is something for which they have never yearned
The normals ask the Warrior, “Please sir, help me wage war
With all the things that stress me out or make my life a chore!”
The normals ask the people who have done the work each day
For motivation ‘cause they don’t live in an intense way
They ask permission, say sorry and tiptoe on eggshells
“Is this ok? Is that alright?” the normal often tells
“Can I do this? Can I do that?” the normal always checks
They ask the masters such as Jesus, Gandhi, Malcolm X
They ask permission to show greatness, “Think that’d be alright?”
For motivation, “Lend a hand for my enormous fight?”
Motivation is admission that you are weak willed
Hoping someone else’s passion in you is instilled
No one’s going to give you what you’re asking for so cease
They did the work and paid the price and earned all of their peace
They had audacity to have unshakable belief
In themselves through all the criticism, hate and grief
Everyone who’s earned greatness that is asked to inspire
Achieved it not through urging but because they did perspire
Not through motivation but through DEFIANCE and DARE
Through CONFIDENCE and COURAGE, not through asking and through prayer
If you ask for motivation, he’s all that I’ve got:
“Those who do not motivate themselves live lives for naught”

                               ~Miro

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Ode to Emptiness

26 Dec
Ode to Emptiness
 
There was a test that I endured ‘bout 15 years ago
I learned, moved on and worked hard for the life that I now know
I haven’t given it much thought but every now and then
I see another person with same challenge to their zen
 
I’d like to think if I could pass that test then so could they
I try to have faith that they know tomorrow’s a new day
But more and more this term pops up and a voice deep within
Says, “Share your story, share your scars, tell them where you have been”
 
As much as I don’t feel the need to stroll down memory lane
My conscience tells me there are some who could learn from my pain
And so I’ll tell you of a person I knew long ago
Someone I thought was a loved one but in fact was a foe
 
It’s only in these recent years that I’ve began to learn
About a certain term that causes empaths great concern
It’s “Narcissist” and in two words, it means “Empty Inside”
Except for all the bad traits such as jealousy and pride
 
Although I’d like to think that each of us is quite unique
Narcissists are almost clones with minuscule mystique
I’ve read a couple books and watched some ‘gurus’ on the net
And all the commonalities of which they spoke was met
 
With utter, gobsmacked shock at how identical they are
Narcissists all have the same agenda which will scar
They’re empty so they seek out those who are filled with great passion
While their partner thinks it’s true love, they think it’s simply fashion
 
Status is what concerns them, what other people think
And that is why their moods can shift as quickly as a wink
There’s no conscience, no voice inside that whispers, “Loyalty”
There is no heart that says, “Let’s walk their path with empathy”
 
Agenda is how they attempt to fill their empty void
And they don’t care who it leaves scarred, distraught, sad or destroyed
They’re disconnected creatures who use others as supply
And they can move shockingly quick when their victim runs dry
 
I see so many loving folks struggle with how they feel
I see so many genuine kind souls with this ordeal
I see them question themselves since it can’t be their ex mate
Take it from a survivor: your lost love’s filled with hate
 
And bitterness, hostility, disgust, distrust and scorn
And they sought out what they don’t have, something with which you’re born
They lack a soul and so they think proximity will help
While “gaslighting” their partner into a mistreated whelp
 
They’re very clever at it which is why so many want
To get back with tormentor who they think is confidant
I’ll give the same advice as all the gurus give as well:
Walk on, stay away, shut up and steer clear of that hell
 
‘Cause that is all that waits for you if you try to make peace
Narcissists don’t gain unless another does decrease
You’ll never hear a “Sorry” from them said, but if you do
Listen carefully, look close, and you’ll *feel* it’s not true
 
Of my own journey I can say that when we spoke years later
The ‘narc’ that I once knew was still a jealous, petty hater
Competitive and still concerned with prestige and esteem
Bragging and obsessed with all things trendy and mainstream
 
Sad, I thought, and more we spoke, the more it felt like old
Though years change most, for narcissists three decades won’t remold
They’re stuck the way they are, empty and always seeking source
Sucking partners dry and then filing for a divorce
 
Moving on the same day with no heart mending required
Genuine connections? No dear, that’s not how they’re wired
Some will have a child which they’ll use as their supply
Siphoning the joy from all the apples of their eye
 
Move on and use your time to find someone who’s more like you
As hard as it may be to trust, here is what I went through:
I chose to let it go and I got busy with my life
I met a girl, I fell in love, and soon made her my wife
 
We’ve shared a special love for 15 years and every day
I’ve kissed her, hugged her, said, “I love you” and she’s the same way
Every day, my dears, has felt like heaven here on Earth
And maybe that’s because with narcissists, there is no mirth
 
Maybe it’s because with narcissists, you live in hell
Constantly harassed with doubt and insults as they yell
I do assure you that it’s not normal for one who claims
To love you to bombard you with such hate as they spew flames
 
Be honest with yourself and show *yourself* love you deserve
Break the chains, burn the bridge and sever that raw nerve
Don’t dwell on what they did or said, there’s more where that came from
To be around such parasites will only leave you numb
 
Have the faith that you will find someone after your heart
And have the brains to circumvent those who tear you apart
Learn about the beast known as “the narcissist” and then
You’ll recognize their games and will not fall for them again
 
                                   ~Miro
 
For more information on narcissism awareness, I highly recommend visiting Quinn Holliday’s Youtube Channel at

No Borders

16 Dec

No Borders

A Warrior mind is not constrained by limits, they are free
Open minds not limited by nationality
When fellow countrymen do well, the normals swell with pride
For them, proximity is all it takes to be a guide

The normals are a disconnected breed and so they seek
What is near and familiar, not what has a mystique
They’re limited by family, religion, gender, skin
Their tiny place upon the map determines all their kin

A Warrior has broken down these limits and now sees
Past buildings, mountains, borders, deserts, tundras, oceans, trees
Connected to a countryman with different skin and hair
Linked to family with different clothing and footwear

United with a people who speak different dialects
Where normals call them “foreigners,” a Warrior connects
Normals think their customs are so strange, bizarre and odd
Based upon the filter of their country and their God

But Warriors are open and such filters don’t prevent
The pure essence of what the world’s differences represent
No hometown pride for Warriors because the *world* is home
Filled with brothers and sisters no matter where they roam

No culture, no ethnicity, no silly little creed
No narrow definitions upon which must be agreed
The Warrior is limitless and cannot be defined
Nomads trying to unite a fractured, proud mankind

                                                    ~Miro

The Mileage

14 Dec

The Mileage

A common theme among my songs is breaking from the herd
Encouraging to step back, analyze through rhyming word
To scrutinize the silliness the crowd perpetuates
Rejecting how the lazy masses follow dire straits

Here is one example of what everybody does:
When someone dies, the first thing mentioned isn’t what he was
It isn’t what she believed in, nor what he did create
There beside his or her name…a silly little date

A whole life summed up in numbers as if to quantify
But those with more mileage than years have learned that numbers lie
How silly, stupid, crazy, empty, ignorant and blind
To not be summed up by passion, but by *years* be defined

Do me this one favour when the reaper comes, my dear
Don’t let them write, “Miro, 1976 up to this year”
‘Cause I have lived ten lifetimes worth in happiness and pain
In suffering and joy, intensity, power and strain

Write “Miro, Warrior Poet” or “Miro, Honest Writer”
Write “Miro, Took No Shit” or “Miro, Lover, Joker, Fighter”
Do me that one favour and do what I’ve always done
When you see silly, stupid shit, don’t just let it slide, hun

Speak up, state your case and if some feathers ruffle, swell!
Personal offense is often the ego’s death knell
Don’t go along, don’t follow, try harder than “RIP”
Heart and soul can’t be summed up with “1” or “2” or “3”

                                               ~Miro

Warrior Indigestion

14 Jul

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Warrior Indigestion

As years go by, our bodies change and how we handle food
Changes due to indigestion and we must exclude
Those things we could consume with no effort in younger days
Those same things now cause heartburn and set intestines ablaze

For Warriors, there are some foods which no longer digest
Within the fiery pit that burns intensely in our chest
Things like whining cause a gag reflex within our maw
Laying blame elicits vomit shooting from our jaw

Having no accountability gives us the runs
Laziness to do the work sprays liquid from our buns
“1st World Problem” stress does not sit right within our gut
Lack of gratitude for blessings makes us puke somewhat

Pursuit of shallow status such as money, job and cars
Does not agree with stomachs decorated with old scars
The selfie/ego/snowflake generation gives us gas
Because our diet is made up of iron, steel and brass

Fire goes down easy, problems quench our intense thirst
Pain’s a yummy snack that we could gorge on ‘till we burst
Lighting is dessert and storms are delectable meals
We’re nourished by what makes most sick: challenges and ideals

Sacrifice and work, accountability and grace
With empathy and bravery is how we stuff our face
We’ll pass on all the fear and weakness buffets that most feast
They may slake appetites of sheep, but don’t nourish a beast

                                                  ~Miro

Greatness

11 Jul

In loving memory of Muhammad Ali.

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Greatness

There once was a man from Kentucky
This Louisville Lip was quite plucky
Like a bee he would sting
Inside the squared ring
And not one person claimed he was lucky

With skill and with heart he would win
Throwing jabs and big hooks to the chin
He won millions of hearts
With his brawn and his smarts
Not to mention his infectious grin

But the public opinion did sway
When the government one day did say:
“You must go overseas
And must kill our foes, please”
But that didn’t sit right with young Clay

They accused him of being just yellow
“Draft dodger!” they all called this fellow
But young Clay, now Ali
Did not dodge, duck or flee
He showed up to the draft and did bellow

“No thank you,” he told them and stood
By his ideals of mercy and good
They warned of the price
Which he said would suffice
In order to do what he should

They took away his boxing belt
And his wallet a big blow was dealt
They had cut his prime short
But they could never thwart
This great man’s choice which was so heartfelt

Years would go by and the hate
Would soften and folks did see straight
In hindsight they saw
No fear, fright or flaw
Years later they called Ali, “Great”

For greatness is making a choice
And then never betraying that voice
That says, “Stand for what’s right”
Though consequences might
Cause some to no longer rejoice

Today we remember with love
The greatest to lace up a glove
But we must also recall
That the cost wasn’t small
Sacrifice is what greatness is made of

                                  ~Miro

Stepping Back

10 Jul

Stepping Back

The world’s become a smaller place, or rather it would seem
Thanks to wi-fi internet and video live stream
Instant tweets and Instagram and Facebook posts from those
Who suffer pain and use their phone to share all of their woes

We are indeed connected, each and every person here
But viewing hi-res images of events that aren’t near
Are causing a perspective loss, there’s folks who carry grief
For things half-way around the world with misguided belief

That there is something they can do by ranting or despairing
By hash-tagging and vlogging and by liking and by sharing
Focused half-way ‘round the world and not on what is near
Not present and not aware of their place on this sphere

Perhaps it’s time for stepping back from these world-wide events
These overwhelming weekly travesties that make no sense
Maybe it’s simply too much to know what’s happening
In every dark corner of Earth, each terrible, grim thing

Perhaps the wide-spread stress, anxiety and angst we feel
Is caused by what’s trending and in our newsfeed and newsreel
Perhaps it’s time to step back and be present where we are
Focus on the loved ones near, not strangers who are far

Perhaps it’s time to be aware of local matters more
That we can influence instead of some overseas war
Perhaps it’s time to turn the news off, edit feed, log out
Turn phone off and have local faith instead of global doubt

                                                     ~Miro