Tag Archives: understanding

Semantics

23 Mar

Semantics

How many times have you tried
To get across a thought
Only to have semantics
Make it all for naught?

An idea about this or that
With heart in the right place
Only to have someone come
And your whole point debase?

Because they focused on one word
And chose to interpret
The meaning so that it would not
From their POV fit

I’m talking about simple words
Like love or hate or wealth
Ego, pride, humility
Forgiveness, joy and health

Semantics study meaning of
A solitary word
It focuses on just one piece
While whole idea’s unheard

It doesn’t make much sense to me
To zone in on one term
To argue over something whose
Definition’s firm

To lose the point one’s trying to make
To not capture the gist
To not let go and infer so
The idea isn’t missed

When semantics rear their head
This phrase I do anoint:
“What word would you like me to
Employ to make my point?

Since your definition of
The word that I have used
Is different from my own and
Has left you all confused

Tell me what word I should say
So we can move along
So I can get my point across
And you don’t get me wrong”

Usually that’s met with quite
A look of sheer confusion
Followed by a look that shows
They’ve come to one conclusion

That nitpicking on just one word
Distracts from something bigger
And my concession to oblige
Their ego pulls a trigger

That semantics are something
That don’t serve any good
An exercise in ego which
Distracts from thoughts that could

Enlighten or inspire or
Improve a state of mind
All because one can’t infer
How one word is defined

                           ~Miro

Self Righteous

22 Jul

Self Righteous

The old fool clutches his bible
And claims it’s filled with truth
He shouts into his megaphone
His behaviour: uncouth

He’s blind to all the history
And present that surrounds
His mind is closed and limited
And just knows paper’s bounds

His whole identity is based
On what a bible writes
And anything that deviates
Will always lead to fights

How sad and tragic to waste life
Shackled to just one book
To never have the courage to
Explore, question and look

How sad to accept every word
As being “Straight from God!”
And never wondering if man
Who’s egoic and flawed

Could possibly have let seep in
Some selfishness and greed
Some lack of understanding, lack
Of empathy, some greed

How sad to take their word for it
To trust “Powers that Be”
Who manipulate the masses with
Heaven’s sweet guarantee

The old fool thinks because he’s read
The book his parents gave
And shut out everything else that
He’s caring, wise and brave

But all I see’s a coward who
Just went along with hate
Who never dared to understand
Instead became irate

Who pointed fingers and who claimed
To know what’s “right for all”
And when a Warrior did disagree
They’d bitch and bawl

When a Warrior would state
That not all’s as it seems
This self righteous old fool angers
Interrupts, snaps and screams

“Damn you to hell!” these pious types
Cast judgement upon those
Who choose not think black or white
And won’t let their minds close

Yes hell, that scary, made-up place
Where all who disagree
Will burn in pain and suffering
For all eternity

Many of my poetry
Is written for my kin:
Warriors who know the point
Of life is not to “win”

Nor is it to be “proven right”
And bask in victory
Understanding is my cause
Connection, empathy

And so here is my understanding
Of self-righteous fools:
Do not waste your time on them
And their close-minded rules

They’re just old children who did not
Grow up because they chose
To limit themselves to one book
And its primitive prose

Instead of using life as chance
To experience first hand
To feel, to see, to touch, to smell
To relate, understand

Be wary of these old fools who
Clutch bibles to their chest
They’re frightened little children who are
Far from being blessed

More often than not, the grace
And light of God does not
Radiate within them, they are
Filled with angst and fraught

While Warriors have shed all books
And trinkets ‘cause they know
Experience first-hand is what
Casts off wisdom’s true glow

The Tale of the Bloodless Stone

8 Jun

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” ~Mahatma Gandhi

The Tale of the Bloodless Stone

There once was a pair of cold stones
That butted each other all day
Sparks always flew
As they both turned the screw
And had nothing too pleasant to say

One day both stones chose to depart
Their last words were not very nice
Many years passed
And neither stone asked
For peace because of the high price

But something strange started to happen
To one of the stones over years
Instead of departing
When trouble was starting
This stone stood its ground and faced fears

And slowly but surely this stone
Through the magic of courage and grace
Transformed to a man
And in his veins began
Pumping warm blood to his face

And to his arms, legs and whole body
It trickled with the slightest nick
“That’s a hell of a thing!”
They heard this man sing
As he cleaned it away with a lick

Where once he was cold and rock solid
So rigid and uncaring too
Now he was warm
Different from the norm
An amazing change he had gone through

He wondered if his old stone friend
Had maybe gone through the same change
But when they did meet
Old friend was concrete
And it thought that the man was quite strange

The man tried to show how with little
Effort he could make blood trickle
When he beckoned the stone
He received just a groan
The stone, you see, was very fickle

It was still quite rigid and cold
Because warm blood did not flow through
Its veins deep inside
Within was just pride
And soon he knew this to be true:

Just because you do transform
Into something more than a rock
That doesn’t mean all
Have heard the same call
And have figured out how to unlock

The way to get blood from a stone
Through patience, forgiveness and love
Some stones are content
To just sit there and vent
To complain, feel abused and just shove

                                ~Miro

from Warrior Poet Wisdom Vol. VI: Patience.

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Understanding Silence

1 May

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Empaths

25 Jul

Empaths

There is a type of person who
Is known as an Empath
While many think that they are blessed
They don’t know of the wrath

That comes with being so in tuned
With other people’s feelings
That for the Empath, even the
Most casual of dealings

Can uncover strong feelings of
Much fear, hate or mistrust
The Empath can pick up on things
Even if not discussed

A super-human attention
To detail that reveals
How a smiling, joking person
Actually feels

Some pick up an energy
While others just go by
Body language, chosen words
Or the look in their eye

The Empath is a sensitive
Compassionate observer
Many times they lose themselves
Amid another’s fervor

Shackled with acuity
They often lose control
Of their own thoughts and feelings ‘cause
Another does cajole

They’re overwhelmed by influence
Of what rages around
Every detail magnified
And amplified, each sound

Lucky or a blessing? No,
Most Empaths feel they’re cursed
Because each day they are witness
To humanity’s worst

The selfishness, the fear, the lack
Of any kind of hope
The whining and complaining and
The masses who just mope

The Empath knows there’s strength inside
Themselves and everyone
They’re cursed to watch most people simply
Ignore it and shun

The Empath sees the beauty in
The little things each day
But also sees the countless people
That piss it away

The Empath is a noble guard
A listener to all
They are the ones that you just can’t
Help but tear down your wall

And open up to, speak to, be
Vulnerable, exposed
Because the Empath’s mind is never
Ignorant and closed

They are the listeners who care
Who truly hear your tale
Who do relate to what you’re going
Through each time you fail

And they sustain a lot of wear
And tear from what they do
If only all knew what it’s like
To have empathic view

To let go of yourself and walk
A mile in their shoes
To feel their pain and not be able
To even refuse

Here’s to Empaths, blessed and cursed
With great acuity
True Warrior Poets who
Just wish they could be free

But that is not their lot in life
No, that is not their mission
In a world of ignorance
Their purpose is cognition

To listen, understand and teach
People about themselves
To be the fearless explorer
Who boldly deeper delves

Keep in mind what energy
You do choose to put out
You never know when an Empath
May be lurking about

                                ~Miro

Code of Bushidō: Benevolence (Jin)

1 May

Code of Bushidō: Benevolence (Jin)

The third virtue of Bushidō
Is their benevolence
Although they possessed deadly skill
Their mercy was immense

They didn’t focus solely on
Themselves or their rich kings
They had acuity to notice
All the little things

The sick, the poor, the downtrodden
The broken ones in need
The samurai were never too
Busy for a good deed

Understanding, slow to anger
Full of patience, grace
Tolerance and charity
For those who could not face

Challenges and struggles that
Were too much to endure
Suffering for Bushidō
Acted much like a lure

A sense of duty to assist
To use their heightened state
For the benefit of others
To reduce their weight

Benevolence is a kind act
That needn’t be returned
It isn’t only saved for those
Who have paid or have earned

Benevolence is doing what
You know deep down is right
An integral part of the ancient
Code of Warrior-Knight

                       ~Miro

Deed vs Doer

3 Feb

“Thou hast rightly judged.” ~Jesus Christ (Luke 7:43)

Deed vs Doer

“Don’t judge me!” we hear many say
To those who choose to speak
Against a deed that is selfish
And demands a critique

“The Bible tells us not to judge!”
Some like to remind us
“Mathew 7:1, so there’s
Nothing here to discuss!”

So much of anger is caused by
Such shallow, obtuse  thought
I’d like remind that there’s more
On judgement to be taught

I tell them, “Keep going and quote
Verse seven, two to five
About how the judgement you use
Will your own judgement drive

And then there’s John seven: two four
Where in the Holy Book
Jesus said to ‘judge correctly’
Not just based on look

Then there is Corinthians
Where verse six chapter two
Says that judging little matters
Is not above you

Philippians verse seven: one
While Paul sat there in jail
He said that he was right to judge
Because of this detail:

He said that his captors were in
His heart as much as bonds
But often times the one who’s judged
Gets upset and responds

With ego, sensitivity
They feel they’re put on trial
The blow things out of proportion
And they become hostile

The point to all of these verses
And many more not quoted
Is to remember that it’s just
The deed that’s being noted

The deed is judged, not the doer
The choice and not the chooser
Behavior, not the person and
The means and not the user

But many cannot separate
They take it personal
They think it’s all or nothing and
They feel their ego’s pull

They cannot focus on one thing
And their minds run away
“Focus!” we must remind them
And not let topic sway

“Relax, breathe deep, you’re not on trial
You are not on review
It’s just your deed, your choice, behavior
Separate the two

Do not be so sensitive
And don’t claim perfection
Don’t lose focus and accuse
What others may have done

All of that’s the ego which
Does not want you to hear
Things that will threaten to make
Your comfort disappear

And in exchange, you may just learn
What true judgement’s about
Advice from someone who wants you
To grow, not whine and pout

                                ~Miro