Tag Archives: Money

No Thing Makes You Cool

19 Jul

No Thing Makes You Cool

The old man cruises by in his
Exotic vintage car
He gets some stares and thinks he’s cool
He feels like a big star

The young man pops his collar and
He flaunts his pricey clothes
He gets some stares and thinks he’s cool
As he stops to strike pose

The young woman does a full spin
To show off her new dress
She gets some stares and thinks she’s cool
As young men do profess

Their admiration, and they all
Get sucked into a lie
That something that they have purchased
With money does imply

That they are cool, that they are suave
That they have chic and class
Not a single one of these
Is something we amass

With money, they are all just things
Which over course of time
Grow boring, dull, monotonous
And lose luster and shine

So many fall into habit
Of buying more and more
Always spending more money
So others will adore

The Warrior does not rely
On wallet to impart
What they’re all about, instead
They show it through their heart

Through actions and intensity
Through sacrifice and grace
They know that no thing makes you “cool”
And don’t bother to chase

The latest fad, the newest trend
Or fanciest new toy
They’ve come to realize that “cool”
Is not the same as “joy”

                        ~Miro

Take It Back

16 Feb

“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to take back what you have stolen.” ~Labyrinth

Take It Back

We’re given a life
That is free from all strife
When our mothers gives birth
But it soon loses worth

Over years from decisions
Of not chasing visions
Of aborting our goals
And allowing our souls

To grow too complacent
Focus too much on rent
And material things
Which just emptiness brings

And then one day we see
That we’re no longer free
Our lives have been taken
By those who have shaken

The truth from our hearts
And imposed shallow parts
Saying money and praise
Is for what we should craze

This warrior comes
To bang on battle drums
And to give battle cry:
“Take it back ‘fore you die!”

“Take your life back from them
All their concepts condemn
All their fierce competition
And their golden ambition

All their status and bragging
Leaves your compassion lagging
All their feeding of pride
Only serves to misguide

Shut out all the noise
And regain your true poise
It is time to wage war
On the concept of “more”

On the things they’ve told us:
That we should cause a fuss
Whenever we can’t
Achieve what will enchant

Come full circle to
The truth that you once knew
Before they all took
Your true joy with their hook

Let go selfishness
And all of the stress
Take your life back and live
For your true purpose: to give”

                                      ~Miro

The Missing Piece

21 Jan

“All along I’ve shown you by example that a warrior’s life is not about imagined perfection or victory; it is about love.” ~Dan Millman, “Way of the Peaceful Warrior

The Missing Piece

As I have beat my chest and claimed
“A warrior am I!”
There have been many that claim to
The same virtues apply

I’m always joyed to meet another
Warrior in heart
But sometimes they seem to be missing
The most crucial part

They speak of strength and wisdom but
Their motivation’s not
The same as what I believe that
The warrior has got

Love is what it’s all about
The driving force within
It is not fame or money or
Awards or a big win

My cause is always rooted in
My love for those that share
The air I breath, the ground I walk
For those not yet aware

Of all the strength and fearlessness
That they possess but never
Cultivate it, let it out and
Take control forever

It’s very obvious to me
When someone’s motivation
It not a selfless one, instead
It’s on their own fixation

Their own success, their own advance
Their own fortune and fame
One cannot be a “warrior”
If driven by acclaim

They never seem to share knowledge
From others who are wise
They often quote themselves as they
Inspire and advise

Be weary of the ones that claim
To be warriors but
Seem to think quite highly of
Themselves and tend to strut

Flash their name at every chance
And make real sure no one
Ever quotes a single line
Unless credit is done

The warrior is selfless and
Before themselves puts you
Beware impostors who just want
To make their wealth accrue

You’ll see the truth when you meet them
Your intuition knows
The missing piece of love will always
Shed light and expose

For love does radiate, it is
The peaceful, guiding light
That those out for themselves will never
Manage to ignite

                         Love,
                                  ~Miro

Impressed

27 Dec

“Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like.” ~Will Smith

Impressed

There’s only one you must impress
And it is not your boss
It’s not your family or friends
Or the man on the cross

It isn’t strangers that you don’t
Know anything about
There’s only one you must impress
If you are to gain clout

If you are to gain some peace
And focus and resolve
When trying to impress you must
Just your own self involve

No one else can judge you or
Knows what your limits are
Better than you do yourself
And knows how very far

You can push yourself to going
When you are applied
When you focus, concentrate
And increase your short stride

“I’m impressed” from someone else
Should not make you that proud
If that voice inside of you
Says “You have not allowed

Yourself to go the extra mile
To give a little more
To push your limits even further
Than they were before”

The catch is that your voice inside
Is never satisfied
It never will say “I’m impressed”
And fill you with great pride

And that’s exactly why you should
Always pay it most heed
While others will say “Well done!” your
Voice inside says “Exceed!

Keep it up, don’t let up now!
You aren’t finished just yet
‘Impressed’ won’t happen ‘till you’re sore
And tired, drenched in sweat!”

They say we’re our own worst critics
I’d like to redefine:
I say that no one but ourselves
Can so strongly incline

Nothing but that inner voice
Can push you all the way
Past “impressed” to something more:
Fulfillment to display

                            ~Miro

Sale!

29 Nov

Sale!

Come on in for our grand sale
The Holidays are near!
This weekend is your only chance
To get discounted cheer!

Lots of toys and gadgets that
Have been priced way too high
Are now on sale but we warn you:
There’s limited supply!

You’ll have to come down early and
Wait outside in the cold
There won’t be any rain checks or
Placing items on hold!

When we open, you will have
To rush through our front doors
Shoving past the other patrons
To get what is yours!

You’ll have to shuffle very quickly
Past the other buyers
Who are just as focused as you
On getting their desires!

Hopefully you’ll get there first
And beat them to your treasure
It’s every man and women for
Themselves and their own pleasure!

Sorry if you didn’t get
To that TV in time
But so far selfishness is still
Not considered a crime

Hopefully you can find something
Else we’ve got on sale
It would be quite a shame to wait
In line to no avail

But don’t worry, it’s still much fun
To come out and take part
In all the madness of buying
Cheap presents from the heart!

And we must say, you bring joy to
Us sellers on sale days
By doing your impression of
Some rats loose in a maze!

It’s entertaining to see you
With flyers in your hands
Trying hard to satisfy
Those material demands!

Because it isn’t Christmas ‘till
The gifts are bought and wrapped
Once you’re in the maze, you can’t
Get out, no sir, you’re trapped!

So pick up something that’s on sale
For that special someone
A mother, father, husband, wife,
Daughter, niece, nephew, son!

Buy it just to show you care
And save yourself some cash
All it’s going to cost you is
Your patience as you dash!

                                 ~Miro

Mislead

16 Sep

Mislead

It’s been quite a while
Since I’ve watched TV
And what intrigues most
Is commercials I see

Thirty second spots
Telling you what you need
Just like Inception
Planting the seed

A trip to Cancun
You’ll be happy there
Drinks on the beach
And not have a care

A new video game
You get to pretend
That you’re a real hero
You fight and defend

You need this car if
You want them to think
That you’re rich and get
A pretty girl’s wink

I can’t help but feel
We’re being mislead
It’s not about joy
It’s all about $bread$

The ones who put on
This ongoing farce
Their care for your joy
Is really quite sparse

They’re not driven ‘cause
They want you content
Their sole motivation’s
The almighty cent

They mislead you to
Believe that you need
All of these things
That just feed your greed

They encourage you
To just think inward
Trying to make
Your selfishness stirred

Half-minute spots
From phonies and liars
Hoping that you
Will be their next buyers

Don’t be mislead
By good looking actors
Exotic locations
And other rich factors

They’re lying to you
You don’t need their wares
Do not let your wants
Coincide with theirs

See through the veil
Of music and lights
Shallow joy and
Misleading delights

                          Miro

Pop Culture Poetry: Scoundrel

18 Aug

Scoundrel

A pirate of
The outer rim
This rogue lives life
Out on a limb

Armed with blaster
And his pal
This scoundrel searches
Grim locale

For different ways
To make a buck
Because in debt
He is now stuck

To a big slug
Who runs a gang
If not paid back
They’ll see him hang

They’ll send the beady
Black eyed lizard
To hunt him down
Rip out his gizzard

Or maybe send
The lanky ‘bot
Who doesn’t miss
A single shot

Or worst of all
They may call in
The Mandalore
Who’s never been

Known to lose
A hunted prey
Disintegration
“Just my day!”

He touches down
On Tatooine
The dullest world
He’s ever seen

But something tells him
He’s got a feeling
Pretty soon
He will be dealing

With someone
Who’ll bail his butt
Out of his jam
With that fat Hutt

The big fur ball
Comes up behind
Say’s he just
Made a big find

An old man that
He used to know
Twenty some odd
Years ago

He needs a ride
To Alderaan
The old man’s good
It’s not a con

“Ain’t that a switch?”
The pirate thinks
A customer
With no hijinx

“Grab that table”
He tells his mate
He always likes
To make them wait

He sees the man
He’s so damn old!
That fossil must be
Growing mold

He’s with a kid
Looks like a dope
But they may be
This rogue’s new hope

As the old man
Pulls up a chair
The rogue sees something
In his robes glare

The laser sword
He used to slice
That idiot
Who paid the price

For throwing all
His weight around
“‘Bout time someone
Took him down”

The scoundrel takes
A final swig
And gets ready
For the next gig

“They better have
A ton of creds
Or that fat slug
Will have our heads”

He gets a tingle
As he strides
To the old man
But this rogue hides

His feeling that
There’s something strange
About this man
That he’ll bring change

That he’s surrounded
By a force
Which will put his
Plans back on course

He takes a seat
Beside his buddy
Hopes this deal
Won’t end up bloody

His blaster’s always
Within reach
Fully charged
One bolt each

But things go well
Old man’s legit
But before
The rogue can split

The beady eyed
Lizard shows
Reminding of
The debt he owes

He threatens to
Take the rogue’s ship
Too bad for him
In the rogue’s grip

Is his charged blaster
He never waits
The scoundrel never
Hesitates

Before the lizard
Takes a shot
The rogue shoots first
From the blind spot

He flips a coin
To the barkeep
Time to blast
Off of this heap

Hopefully
That’s the last bout
Smooth sailing
From here on out

Business Card

12 Aug

Business Card

“Can I get your business card?” is what
I often hear folks ask
Whenever they find out what I
Have chosen as my task

Writer, actor, editor
Director, “movie-guy”
Many different channels which
Do make all my time fly

“I may have something that I’ll need
Your help with very soon”
Not the first time that I’ve heard
Them sing that wishful tune

They use words like “Maybe” and “if”
And “possibly,” “perhaps”
Hopeful aspirations which
Bring on the “oohs” and claps

I give my card and they put it
Away for the right time
When everything falls into place
To make my cell phone chime

The thing is, my phone never rings
From someone with my card
Took a while for me to see
It’s something they discard

I wondered if maybe there was
A typo in the number
E-mail address or website
That had caused the long slumber

But nope, the data’s all correct
And as it should appear
The fate of my business card then
Becomes to me quite clear

Tossed out to the wind or at
The bottom of a bin
Ironic since it was taken
With such an anxious grin

I’ve given out hundreds of cards
And can’t recall one case
I’ve ever heard back from someone
Who followed through the chase

It’s been years since I had any
To give away, although
I still get asked quite frequently
That’s when I let them know

“My business card is now online
It’s not that hard to find
No more print expenditures
And no more trees to grind”

No website to memorize
Or number to retain
Google’s made life easier
For every cluttered brain

“Do a search for my name and
You’ll find my own website
Or look me up on Facebook and
When there feel free to write”

Don’t have room inside your head
To remember my name?
Text yourself with your cell phone
Please, show me you have game

Show me some intensity
That you do in fact care
That you know you can’t just talk
You also have to dare

To follow through, to roll up sleeves
To toil, sweat and grind
Accomplishment is not something
Just on the ground you find

Like a tossed out business card
That started out so well
Exchanged with words of how we both
Were going to excel

Waste of money, pulp and ink
I’ve come to realize
“Here’s my card” is an expression
I’ve come to despise

Because you can’t make people care
By giving them a piece
Of paper, three point five by two
And waiting for increase

In profit or in other things
Like your networking clique
It takes more than a business card
To make their interest pique

You have to make the call yourself
Or send a few e-mails
Learn from Andy in Shawshank
Persistence never fails!

So throw away your business card
Before someone else does
It’s time we all accepted that
It’s just a waste because

It’s too easy to throw away
Too easy to ignore
It doesn’t motivate us to
Do all the things we swore

Please don’t ask me for mine ‘cause
I just don’t see what good
A business card has ever done
It’s just a waste of wood

                         Miro

All About The Money

28 Jun

All About The Money

“How much money do you make?”
Is something that most ask
Whenever they find out what I
Have chosen as my task

They think that glitz and glamour follows
All of those who choose
To make movies instead of simply
Watch while drinking booze

“I bet you make some decent coin”
A lot of people say
Despite the ragged flannel shirt
And worn jeans I display

I do not wear Armani suits
And own no Hugo Boss
The only gold that I have on
Is wedding ring and cross

And a bracelet given by
My loving mom and dad
Given gold’s the only kind
That I have ever had

I don’t drive an exotic car
And don’t do that much travel
Guess I’m too busy grinding
My feet against the gravel

Despite my worn out ragged shoes
I purchased from Walmart
People seem to think there’s fortune
In creating art

I try to talk about the thrill
I get from telling tales
But most people just want to talk
About the side of sales

“What did you pull in last year?”
They say with a straight face
I smile and respond by simply
Saying, “Just some grace

And joy because I love to make
A difference in one’s day
To entertain or to inspire,
I consider pay”

True, it doesn’t pay the bills
But that’s what jobs are for
Roll your sleeves and make your wage
With work that’s sure to bore

But when I’m talking of my life
Of movies and TV
That’s different than talking about
Work in a factory

It’s not about your benefits
Or shift clock that you punch
It’s not about your coffee break
Or what you had for lunch

It’s not about how much you clear
How much is in your bank
The next time someone asks me that
I’ll have to be quite frank

I couldn’t care if I don’t make
Another dime at this
Money isn’t what I base
Success on or my bliss

I’ll do grunt work to pay for food
And keep the power on
And with that power I’ll be sure
To make my ideas spawn

People need to realize
How much that they can quest
You don’t just have to work your job
And then go home and rest

When all is said and done will you
Have put to use your skills?
Did you instill a sense of hope
Or just save up some bills?

Did you give two cents worth of heart
And try to bring a smile?
Or did you just throw those two coins
Onto your growing pile?

                              Miro