Tag Archives: sacrifice

Let It Go

31 May

“Let it go.”

I feel like I’ve said it a million times to other people as well as to myself. So many people are suffering, and the harsh truth is that they’re clinging to their own misery. They’re clutching it close to their chest. They’re holding on to the burning coal that scorches their flesh and common sense says “DROP THE FUCKING THING!” but as Voltaire said, “Common sense is not so common.”

Everyone wants to know the secret to being happy. What do you have to do in order to have happiness? To be at peace. To control your feelings. Ready for a shock? You don’t have to DO anything! That’s the ultimate irony, the grand, sad joke on a society of busy-bodies who are scurrying around trying to figure out what task will grant them their wishes and make them feel fulfilled. There isn’t anything you have to DO. There are things you have to LET GO OF. There are SACRIFICES you have to make. There are things you have to CEASE in order to become aware of the the happiness that is already within you and has ALWAYS been there.

Let it go. Something didn’t pan out the way you planned? Let it go. I don’t mean bullshit yourself and put on a brave face. I mean honestly, genuinely let it go. Release the desire. Somebody died? Let them go. It’s YOU who is the problem. YOU and your attachment. They’re gone and they’re not going to change their mind on that. It’s YOU that needs to WAKE UP, be aware of what IS now and LET GO of what WAS yesterday. It’s a pity most people don’t dwell on such things. They’re afraid to sit in silence and think “deep thoughts” because they’ve been lead to believe by idiots, cowards and sheep that you have to be a psychologist or Dr. Phil in order to be allowed to venture into the deeper recesses of your own mind and soul. It’s unfortunate that most people take the easy, lazy path to healing and just WAIT for the days to pass and for time to numb the pain.

I am a WARRIOR. I don’t rely on ANYONE to ease my journey, and I don’t rely on ANYTHING either. And that includes time. My feelings are a result of my effort, my choice, my sweat and my sacrifice. The peace I feel when plans don’t pan out or when someone I hold dear passes away isn’t a result of the passage of time. It’s a result of awareness. Of mindfulness. Of gratitude and acceptance, regardless of my own personal, selfish, egoic desires. I step out of the line of waddling normals and have the audacity to proclaim, “My mind, my emotions.”

I choose what I’m passionate about, and I also choose what I let go of, and in this society, letting go is vital to living a healthy, productive, courageous life. Let it go. Let it ALL go. Reject the programming done to you that says you need THIS or THAT in order to be happy. You’re already happy. You’ve just bought into a lie that says happiness is conditional. What if I asked you, “How do you see?” There’s no answer for it, you just see. If something blocks your view, there’s nothing you can do to see again other than removing the blockage. Same goes for happiness. You’re happy, but you’ve blocked it with conditions. Remove the conditions and you’ll be happy for no reason. That’s TRUE happiness. “Happy for a reason” has a time limit on it, and comes with a harsh swinging pendulum.

Are you going to wait for perfect conditions to be happy? Or are you going to WAKE UP and realize that conditions come and conditions go, and allowing them to influence our emotions only makes us dependent. Stand apart. Control YOURSELF because it’s the one thing in this world you CAN actually control. Everything else is just there to be enjoyed and appreciated while it lasts, and then let go of when the end comes.

Let it go,
~Miro

Open Your Eyes

21 Oct

Open Your Eyes

You cannot see with both eyes closed, yet this is what most do
They try to take control of their own lives, but block their view
Whenever they see sacrifices that have to be made
How is change going to occur if the work is delayed?
How can you improve if training always starts “Tomorrow?”
How can you show grace, acceptance side by side with sorrow?
How can you complain about all that which does annoy
And still expect to face the challenge and conquer, destroy?
How can you quit cigarettes if you still reach for one
Each time you’re stressed instead of going for a run?
How can you be positive if all you do is whine?
How can you be fearless if you do not show some spine?
I see so many paradoxes walking all around
People with their eyes covered and much too tightly wound
Claiming, “Things are gonna change!” but then do the same thing
Open eyes, stare fearlessly and see what that does bring

                                       ~Miro

The Neverending Battle

11 Nov

Not every war is justified, and not every soldier is there because they want to be. Many of them have been manipulated into bearing arms through fear of repercussions. A true warrior knows that simply having a heartbeat comes with repercussions. Pick your battles wisely, and never fight a battle for someone who wouldn’t pay the price required to fight it themselves.

“My conscious won’t let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful America. And shoot them for what? They never called me nigger. They never lynched me. They didn’t put no dogs on me. They didn’t rob me of my nationality. Rape and kill my mother and father. What I’m gonna go shoot them for what? I gotta go shoot them, them little poor little black people and little babies and children and women. How can I shoot them poor people? Just take me to jail!” ~Muhammad Ali

The Neverending Battle

Private Bennings hears three bullets
Whiz right by his head
Two of them hit Jefferson
He falls to the ground, dead

The enemy unleashes a
Salvo of mortar shells
One explodes in front of him
He hears the ringing bells

He tries to find his bearings but
Can’t seem to turn around
He realizes it’s because
Beside him on the ground

Are his two legs as well as an
Arm plus a couple fingers
Though no longer a part of him
Their phantom pain still lingers

He drops back to the ground and looks
Straight up into the sky
He wonders how he wound up here
As he begins to cry

The recruiter had promised him
An education paid
A job, a house, a family
No cause to be afraid

They told him he would be part of
The world’s fighting elite
Unstoppable, invincible
Beyond any defeat

He doesn’t even know what this
Big war is all about
Why was he on the front line?
“I’m just a simple scout”

He closes eyes and whispers, “God
I’m coming home to you
I’m sorry,” and his God replies
“You know not what you do”

The medic rushes forward and
He searches for a pulse
The sight of blood and guts and veins
No longer does repulse

“Hang on,” the medic says although
He knows Bennings is gone
Another wasted man used as
An expendable pawn

“I’m sorry,” Bennings says with his
Last breath and then he dies
The eighth man that he’s lost today
But still the medic cries

“Madness,” medic thinks and he
Scrambles back to the trench
“Madness,” he cries out as rain
And dirt and blood still drench

“All for madness,” medic says
“Disguised as greater cause
All to feed the egos of
The men who make the laws”

He hears another soldier scream
And quickly jumps to feet
A bullet tears right through his heart
He feels his life deplete

“Release,” he thinks as peace and quiet
Wash over his mind
Release from war, from hate, from death
From that which is mankind

“Let them fight their neverending battle
I don’t care”
The medic says as bombs explode
He says a final prayer:

“Dear Lord, it is my final wish
That you forgive this man
For not standing against the ones
Who came up with this plan

Forgive me for not having the
Courage to stand opposed
To men who tell me to kill others
With hearts that are closed

Dear Lord, forgive me for allowing
Haters to lead me
Dear Lord, I give what’s left of this
Tired man unto thee”

The medic dies and the war rages
On ‘till end of time
‘Till birds no longer sing and ‘till
Poets no longer rhyme

It rages ‘cause of fear by men
And women who don’t stand
Against the type of people who
Give “KILL!” as a command

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Warrior Luck

15 Jun

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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

Remembering

11 Nov

In remembrance of every Warrior
who sacrificed EVERYTHING
for an ideal
for a cause
for us

Remembering

When I wake in my bed
Soft pillow under head
I remember

As I watch stunning dawn
While I put my clothes on
I remember

When I go grab a seat
To have something to eat
I remember

As I drive off to work
And the streets aren’t berserk
I remember

As I look at the sky
And see no warships fly
I remember

As I think of my rights
Which were won through your fights
I remember

As I think of the men
Who will not breathe again
I remember

The price that you paid
So we’re not afraid
I remember

The freedom of speech
And for our dreams to reach
I remember

To praise a Creator
And not a dictator
I remember

When troubles arise
I’ve no moans or cries
‘Cause I remember

I won’t disrespect
All you did protect
‘Cause I remember

That it cost you your lives
But your legend survives
‘Cause I remember

I’ll always remember…

A Declaration of War on Prostate Cancer & Mustaches

7 Nov

A Declaration of War on Prostate Cancer & Mustaches

One day someone decided
That prostate cancer was
A topic that needed awareness
So to make a buzz

This man declared, “To spread the word
I will grow a mustache!
And other men should do the same
So that we can raise cash

And get men to go to the doctor
To get an exam
Get those doctors to take fingers
And up your ass cram!”

This first man didn’t decide to
Do something physical
He didn’t tell other men to
Lift weights or push or pull

He didn’t beckon them to do
Ab crunches or leg squats
He didn’t urge them to leave their
Muscles sore and in knots

He didn’t even beckon them
To give up types of food
For just one month to raise awareness
So health won’t be screwed

Instead he chose an easy thing
Like hair under the nose
A joke, a “macho” ornament
That supposedly shows

“Awareness” and that these men care
About prostate cancer
This Warrior knew early on
It was a lazy answer

A half-hearted attempt that many
Men would soon follow
I’m not surprised that so many
Drank Kool-Aid and did swallow

When thinking of the cause, my mind
Goes to the man in bed
Lying in the hospital
Who will quite soon be dead

I think about how all his friends
Won’t come and visit him
Because his face is gaunt, his skin
Is pale and eyes are dim

I think about how unpleasant
It is to watch him die
How he does have so few a selfless
And caring ally

And think about all of the men
Who grow that “cookie duster”
Lying to themselves about
How it’s a “cancer buster”

In honor of the men who’ve died
And who are on death’s door
Because of prostate cancer I
Will hairy lip ignore

Instead I’ll cut out foods which harm
My health and I’ll work out
I’ll sweat and suffer for my health
And not just stubble sprout

I’ll fight as if I’m in a war
Against the cancer foe
While other men grow mustaches
And laugh and comb and crow

And no one will tell me that I
Should follow all the crowd
“Where’s your mustache?” they will ask
“Where’s your balls?” I say loud

As I form fists and beat upon
A chest that’s hard as rock
As I flex abdomen that makes
Both men and women gawk

As I show spoils of the war
I fight to be in shape
Despite not having a mustache
That over lip does drape

                                     ~Mustacheless Miro