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The Root of All Fears

11 Aug
The Root of All Fears
 
There was a man ‘was ‘fraid of death
It spread to all this thoughts
The fear of breathing his last breath
Left his thin will in knots
 
The fear of that dark, patient reaper
Was root of all dread
Every scare, funk, fright and doubt
Was thanks to Mr. Dead
 
He lived out his entire life
In fear of his demise
And when it came, with his last breath
And closing of his eyes
 
Still he clung by fingernails
And wheezed for leniency
But Death is absolutely fair
And never shows mercy
 
There was a gal ‘was ‘fraid of death
It coloured every day
Despite a stunning canvas
Death would taint life with dismay
 
Every single moment had
A mark of coming doom
A marriage, child’s birth, even
A flower in full bloom
 
Every wondrous moment rotted
With the thought of loss
Nothing took away the fear
No bible, no gold cross
 
No quotes, no books, no meditation
Eased her of her fear
One day her heart exploded when
The Reaper did appear
 
There was a child ‘was ‘fraid of death
That fear was planted early
Her mommy and her daddy said
That death turned straight hair curly
 
They taught her death was to be feared
Because loss causes pain
And also taught that happiness
Is only when you gain
 
And so she grew and gained and was
Quite happy ‘till she lost
But then she gained again which caused
A thawing of the frost
 
Until the day that Mr. Dead
Arrived on her front door
She dropped and sobbed in terror for
Her coda on the floor
 
There was a Warrior ‘was not
Afraid of death and so
Since death is the root of all fears
His life did not have woe
 
He made his peace with Mr. Dead
And said “When you are ready”
And lived each day as though his last
With power, poise, steady
 
The ones who lived in fear
The ones who were afraid to die
Called him crazy as they tainted
Flowers and the sky
 
But Warrior, his deal made firm
Saw colours bright and vivid
No tainting, simply pure and true
Which made the normals livid
 
Each moment, no matter how small
Was special and serene
Impending doom did not besmirch
The red and blue and green
 
When Mr. Dead chose to collect
The price we all must pay
The Warrior settled the fee
Promptly as he did say
 
“As it so happens I woke up
This morning and did ponder
This may be my final day
And so I should not squander
 
I lived it as each other day
As if were my last
I pay the toll with no regrets
My life has been quite vast”
 
Mr. Dead collected and
The Warrior did die
Just like all the others but
The Reaper gave a sigh
 
“If only all would live while they
Still breathe instead of fear
Such a waste, to let my toll
Rob them of all their cheer”
 
                       ~Miro
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Empaths & Narcissists

25 Apr

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Ego Poetry

21 Apr
Ego Poetry
 
“Poetry is truth” they say, “confessions of the soul”
But most ballads that I have read are written by a troll
An ugly, weak and selfish monster known as the “ego”
Most poetry that I’ve observed speaks just of pain and woe
 
They speak of selfish attachment, how much a love is missed
They dwell on things that are no more, luscious lips that were kissed
Lament about an emptiness within caused by egress
Pain and suffering in rhyme, it’s purpose: to depress
 
These kinds of rhymes are not accounts of the spirit within
For spirits have no attachment, no desire, no skin
Spirits are unbreakable, indomitable too
But wordsmiths guided by their egos have confused the two
 
No matter how pretty the words, if the message is clear
To be of sorrow, misery, uncertainty or fear
Then that is not the soul’s confession, just the ego’s chant
Wanting, wishing, praying, hoping, failing, hurting, can’t
 
Read my words and see my soul, I only speak of might
Of letting go, of empathy, of charging towards the fight
Of taking eyes off of the goal and revelling within
The challenge with intensity and focus, not chagrin
 
Each time a poem flows it is because my ego hands
The feather quill over to something within me that stands
A Warrior soul with no desire, no lament, no wailing
Only words of enduring, of conquering, prevailing
 
                                                                   ~Miro

The Pursuit of Happiness

20 Apr
The Pursuit of Happiness
 
A basic right of life you have been told since you were small
“Pursuit of happiness” they guaranteed since you could crawl
They promised that you were entitled to your happiness
But added the world “pursuit” which has caused you all your stress
 
“Pursuit,” ironically, is what has caused anxiety
Desire, as the Buddha said, keeps you from being free
Wanting, hoping, praying for the things that bring you joy
Ironically are the same things which all your peace destroy
 
The very act of desire is what robs us of bliss
For wanting is the ego’s path into the dark abyss
That’s not to say we cannot try or train or have a goal
To fall down and get right back up is the will of the soul
 
But craving a specific outcome in close-minded way
And being blind to other results is the ego’s way
Pursuit is not required, happiness is where you stand
There to be enjoyed by only those who don’t demand
 
                                              ~Miro

Answers

4 Aug

Answers

Answers

You look to print to learn the truth
You search and hunt and quest and sleuth
The answers must be written down some place

Someone must have figured out
The answers to all of your doubt
And fear and worry in this stressful place

Someone wise and strong must know
Just how to endure angst and woe
But have you ever asked yourself just where

These wise and strong authors did find
These truths to which you’ve been so blind?
The answers were found where most do not dare

Not in pages filled with words
Not in speeches told to herds
Their answers were discovered deep within

They’re born out of pure confidence
Regardless if it brings offense
Or shocks or causes timid folks chagrin

The soul inside which is equipped
With something that others have whipped
And kicked and tried to beat to death: FREE WILL

A will that says “I disagree
With others and as well as me”
The choice to pass on that drink or that pill

The will to not give in to each
Craving that your mind does beseech
As well as will to stand apart from crowds

Who follow mindlessly and never
Question those who act so clever
Never noticing the blinding shrouds

My answers may not help or save
Because they’re from my own deep cave
They’ve worked for me, now you must do the same

Cut the safety line and search
Within your conscience, not the church
Not self-help gurus with a famous name

Not those who have survived it all
Not ancient legends who stood tall
It’s time to search the one place you’ve ignored

Search your soul and there you’ll learn
Just how to see, hear, feel, discern
The peace you’ve always sought is the reward

                                ~Miro

Be Selfless

15 Feb

Be Selfless

I know it’s hard to just forgive
To say “Oh well, live and let live”
To do the right thing, let go and move on

I know the hurt they did to you
Feels like it cut and stabbed right through
To your heart and now you feel so withdrawn

And even though you know what’s right
You feel you just don’t have the might
To free that heavy burden from your soul

My word of advice isn’t to
Be nice or polite to those who
Steal joy and on your peace exact great toll

My only request: Be selfless
Don’t think of self and all your stress
‘Cause stress occurs just if ego resides

Hurt feelings and torment are
The evidence ego’s not far
It’s in that constant hurt that ego hides

Be selfless, think not of your pain
And more you’re selfless, more you train
The more you do not take things personal

The more you’ll see the deception
That ego has on perception
And soon from your eyes you will pull that wool

There is no way to rectify
The wrong things done that make you cry
And angry, hurt, frustrated and so sad

There’s no redemption for some deeds
And their ego rarely concedes
So be selfless or it will drive you mad

Be selfless and don’t keep score
Stop saying how they made you sore
Be selfless ‘cause it’s selfishness that makes

All the hurt and all the scorn
So be selfless and sound the horn
And witness how within spirit awakes

                                          ~Miro

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