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Passion vs Prick

12 Jun

Passion vs Prick

There was a guy who liked to bark
And shout at everyone
When it came to being rude
He wouldn’t be outdone

“That’s just his way,” folks would defend
“He’s just so passionate”
So treating everyone like dirt
Was something they’d permit

But passion doesn’t come from where
Impatience and hate lays
Disrespect and egotism
Aren’t traits it displays

Just because one’s passionate
Does not give an excuse
To ridicule a helping hand
And let the insults loose

So one day this passionate guy
Who always was so crass
Got too passionate and made
Himself look like an ass

He flailed his arms around and screamed
And threw a hissy fit
Until even his biggest fan
Had to fully admit

“That guy’s a prick! How could we be
So blind to all his antics?
We’ve pandered to his attitude
With well-meaning semantics

But now we see it doesn’t matter
How much he does care
It doesn’t matter if he’s got
Talent that is so rare

He’s just a prick, and that does not
Give him the right to be
Snide and brash and cynical
And scream like a banshee!”

And so this passionate prick’s crew
Began to dissipate
And he was left to be alone
With passion and with hate

His creative despondency
His pessimistic skill
His talent, vision, and genius
But no help to fulfill

‘Cause no one wants to work with pricks
Who only disrespect
Passion only goes so far
If ego isn’t checked

                          ~Miro

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In Loving Shape

15 Nov

In Loving Shape

You cannot run a marathon
Unless you’ve done the training
No one’s won an election
Without lots of campaigning

You cannot be well versed on topics
Without much research
Your soul or spirit cannot grow
If confined to one church

In all aspects of life we can’t
Do things we hope to do
Unless we do the work to get
In shape to see it through

Which brings us to the people who
Wish they could show more love
Despite their wants they do not have
Much training to show of

And how does one prepare themselves
To love all selflessly?
By loving themselves just as much
To very same degree

Much of loving lies in caring
Protecting, defending
How can one love others when
To themselves they aren’t tending?

How can someone who abuses
Their bodies with drugs
Or alcohol or cigarettes
Hope to give loving hugs?

How can someone who slowly
Poisons their veins with junk
Clogs their arteries and makes
Their heart strain, lurch and clunk

Hope to care for someone else
And rise to do what’s needed
To take care when their own advice
Goes constantly unheeded?

How can someone not in shape
From loving their own body
Caring for it, protecting
So that it isn’t shoddy

Hope to be in any kind
Of shape to love another?
If you can’t help yourself, how much
Can you do for your brother?

Your sister? Mother? Father? Friend?
Your children and your pets?
The most love you can give is the
Same as your body gets

So show some love and make the choice
That’s not rooted in craving
Physically and mentally
We should ourselves be saving

Not torturing ourselves over
Regrets from the past
And not consuming things that have
Bad effects that will last

Get in loving shape by caring
For your own well-being
Then you’ll start to see your love
For others fully freeing

                                    ~Miro

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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

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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

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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

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