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Ultimate Inspiration

21 Sep

Ultimate Inspiration

Every child growing up
Has heroes they admire
Some wear capes and fly and some
Turn green when times are dire

In the 80’s there were many
Heroes in the ring
Pro-wrestling housed so many
Characters who did bring

A sense of honor and justice
To little kids each week
Hulk Hogan and Macho Man
At war with Iron Sheik

But one hero stood out to me
And many thousands more
This tasseled, painted combatant
Came well prepared for war

He used intensity to capture
Everyone’s attention
His passion was quite evident
And fueled his fast ascension

Even though I couldn’t fully
Grasp at that young age
The concept of a “Warrior”
His vigor did engage

His way of doing everything
With every ounce of heart
With every fiber of his being
Set him far apart

From other workers who did not
See it more than a way
To make some dough ‘cause their passion
Was second to their pay

Then one day this Warrior
Dropped off the face of Earth
At least that’s what his boss said as
He spoke of this man’s worth

His peers chimed in as well and they
All talked about how bad
His attitude was and how he
Was just a passing fad

Overweight drug addicts talked
About how self destructive
This self-made Warrior was and
That he was not productive

How he couldn’t get along
And how he walked alone
That the only concerns that
He had were just his OWN

Men who smoked and drank and drugged
Their way through their whole lives
Neglecting their children at home
And cheating on their wives

Talking trash about a man
Strike that, a Warrior
Who put their discipline and heart
To shame and would prefer

To walk away from fame and fortune
If it meant he kept
His OWN integrity intact
And gladly did accept

Something he said years ago
When he first walked away
Twenty years ago does still
Resonate to this day

He said sometimes you have to turn
Your back on those you thought
Were friends and make sure that their words
Do not leave you distraught

That you should not care how they judge
Your actions or your worth
That your true greatness has been with you
Since your day of birth

“Time will tell” they say and now
Time has told us the tale
The Warrior’s still clean and strong
While naysayers are frail

Men who talked so poorly now
Are feeling the effects
Of living with no discipline
And now Karma collects

While “self-destructive” Warrior
Continues to inspire
With writings, artwork, videos
That light creative fire

Underneath a legion of
Warriors who now see
That it’s their OWN intensity
And passion that is key

To unlocking the greatness that
They all possess within
Sometimes one road’s end is the
Ideal place to begin

                                      Miro

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Perfecto’s Vault

30 Aug

Perfecto’s Vault

There once was an artist whose name
Reflected the work that he did
“Perfecto” was his name because
Imperfection is what he forbid

He worked as an artist and sculptor
Musician and filmmaker too
A writer, a poet, a dancer
Creative he was, through and through

But the problem was that young Perfecto
Just never could get things quite right
He wanted them perfect, and so
He worked on them all day and night

But Perfecto could never get works
To ever be without some flaws
“It has to be perfect to gain
The audience’s big applause!”

And so he kept tweaking and tweaking
But never could get it perfect
“It has to be just how I want it!
This artwork of me does reflect!”

And after way too much fine-tuning
Of it he eventually got sick
And so rather than unveil and let
A few of his viewers nitpick

He took it way down to his basement
And threw it into his steel vault
Along with all his other works
That had some sort of tiny fault

He slammed shut the door of the vault
And began to think of his next piece
Never once thinking it too
Would make his vault’s contents increase

Years later, when he was much older
And tried to store one more away
The vault’s door exploded wide open
And out spilled all of its cache

There he lay buried in pieces
That used to seem like they were flawed
But where once he’d been irritated
Now the old man was just awed

The years had done something to his eyes
No longer did he see the specks
All he saw was how amazing
Were all his abandoned projects

The joy and the wonder he got
Had suddenly made him admit
Perfecto had been very selfish
To think all his work was unfit

He understood there in that moment
Not everyone sees things the same
What one person thinks is imperfect
Another might loudly exclaim:

“I love it! It’s awesome! Fantastic!
I really enjoyed all your work!
Thank you for sharing it with me
And bringing to my face a smirk!”

And so Perfecto sat and cried
‘Cause all of his passion and talent
Lay on the floor of this dark basement
Because he had not been more gallant

To not care what others would think
About the work he had created
Drowning in work he now loved
That for silly reasons he had once hated

The end