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Devil on my Shoulder

30 Nov
Devil on my Shoulder
 
There’s a devil on my shoulder
But he doesn’t tell me, “Drink!”
He doesn’t urge to lie or steal
Instead, he whispers, “Sink”
 
This devil took his seat way back
In two thousand and six
He caused my clavicle damage
Which no surgeon can fix
 
Every day he brings the pain
The first moment I wake
Under every smile and laugh
This devil makes me ache
 
He twists his pitch fork deep and hard
Whenever people doubt
The pain spreads to my gut and makes
Me want to puke lunch out
 
Sometimes lightning dances there
And sometimes lava pours
Of all the challenges I’ve faced
Of all the tests and wars
 
Nothing pushes my limits
As this small devil does
The fog, fatigue, the hurt, the ache
And all of it because?
 
More than 10 years have now passed
And still I don’t know why
And many with the same devil
Have made the choice to die
 
What is it that keeps me going?
What drags me along?
Why do I not cry and pout
Despite all that is wrong?
 
Perhaps because that devil is
Not just a part of me
He takes up space no matter where
On this world you may be
 
And our purpose is not to rid
Ourselves of that horned beast
Our purpose and our mission is
Not just to be released
 
Our purpose is to battle and
Our purpose is to duel
Charlie Mike, continue mission
Even with no fuel
 
And when the last breath leaves your lungs
There’s no peace to be had
I won’t be going to heaven
To chill with Christ and dad
 
That little shit who sat upon
My mortal shoulder can’t
Get away that easy, no
To him I will not grant
 
Reprieve simply because my body
Ceases to exist
I’m coming down to meet him and
I’m balling up my fist
 
Religious folk are scared of hell
And hope they can avoid
The fire and the brimstone by
Not getting so annoyed
 
But for the ones like me who carry
Devils dealing pain
Hell is where we are right now
And somehow we maintain
 
Grace, composure, empathy
Despite lightning and flame
Through focus and intensity
No sorries and no shame
 
Make yourself as comfortable
As you can, little scamp
‘Cause when it’s time to move on
…
…
…
I’ll be coming to YOUR camp
 
                           ~Miro
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Distance

25 Nov

Distance

To deal with something that takes toll
To overcome and take control
Takes distance but not in the way you’d think

It’s not about the miles moved
Creative distance is what’s soothed
So many who have been pushed to their brink

Moving physically won’t do
Much good if your mind still does stew
Over the thing that threatens all your peace

And so that mind you must coerce
In creativity imerse
Yourself and soon your struggle will then cease

Create! Create! Do anything!
A painting! Writing! Sculpture! Sing!
Will something new into reality

Creative distance, every day
And soon you’ll see how far away
The bullshit is that made you take a knee

Get over yourself and stand tall
(Even if at first you crawl)
In time your creativity will trek

The distance that will show quite clear
What caused you stress and pain and fear
Is now just a distant and silly speck

                      ~Miro

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Welcome Back!

18 Nov

Welcome Back!

I’ve always made an effort to keep
In contact with friends
But sometimes that constant effort
Feels lopsided and ends

There have been many who, through years
Have only waited for
Me to put the first foot forward
And walk through the door

“Welcome back!” I hear them say
When I broadcast again
“Haven’t seen or heard from you
Since, oh, I don’t know when!”

But I don’t feel like I’ve been gone
I’ve been here all along
Though they think I have been silent
I’ve been singing my song

The vast majority to which
I speak to will reply
“Welcome back!” because they’re so
Used to saying goodbye

But there’s a handful of true friends
Who do reciprocate
And never give a “Welcome back!”
Because they do not wait

They never wonder, “Where you been?”
Because they make the call
Because they send the note
No matter how minor or small

They are the Alex’s and Sue’s
The Richard’s and Gab-May’s
The ones who do not just reply
They’re warriors who say

“Hello!’ and are not just an audience
Waiting for more
They never give a “Welcome back!”
Because they don’t ignore

The effort that it takes to be
A true friend and maintain
To nurture, sustain, prolong and
No fear enters their brain

No doubt if they should bother and
No shyness to speak up
No laziness to take a drive
And chat over a cup

I do appreciate the “Welcome Back!”’s
That I receive
But know that silently I say
Each time, “I didn’t leave”

Still here, still breathing
Still pounding my warrior chest
Still conquering my pain, still pondering
Still feeling blessed

Still singing, still snarling, still showing
My fierce razor fangs
My feather quill still writes and my
Steel sword still swings and clangs

I simply take a side step and
Remove myself from stage
Still here, just not under spotlight
Off to the side I wage

So ask yourself, next time you tell
An old friend, “Welcome back!”
Were they really gone or did you
Not pick up the slack?

Are you a friend who doesn’t wait
Or audience on hold
Do you wait and say, “Welcome back!”
Or do you act more bold?

                               ~Miro

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You Are Loved

17 Nov

You Are Loved

When someone tries to make you feel
As though you do not matter
When someone criticizes what you do
Instead of flatter

When someone tells you to give up
And that you won’t succeed
When someone tries to make your faith
Within yourself recede

When someone who could help chooses
To not show empathy
When someone who could ease your pain
Instead hurts more with glee

When many band together and show
No thought or concern
When all those souls who could have helped
Do nothing except spurn

Remember you are loved by those
Who aren’t made of cold stone
Remember you are loved and that
You are never alone

You are loved by family
Who share your blood and bone
You are loved by friends who care
By picking up the phone

You are loved by survivors
Who know life isn’t fair
You are loved by warriors
Who boldly, bravely dare

You are loved by me because
I know the pain you feel
And since you are a warrior
You’ll endure it with zeal

And most importantly remember
You are loved by YOU
For all the strength and poise and grace
And courage you imbue

                                ~Miro

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The Scorpion and the Frog

16 Nov

The Scorpion and the Frog

There was a frog who swam along
The river one fine day
He came upon a scorpion
On the shore in dismay

“What seems to be the trouble?”
The frog asked with some concern
“I need to cross the river!”
The sharp-tip tailed one did yearn

“Would you be so kind and give
A ride upon your back?”
The frog thought, then thought twice, then thrice
And cautiously said back:

“I’m not so sure that would be wise
I fear that you would sting
And I would sink and drown since I’m not
Much for snorkeling

“Don’t be silly!” the scorpion said
“I’d sink along with you!
I can’t swim or breathe submerged
To do so, I’D be through!”

“Hmmm,” the frog thought to himself
“That’s true, you’d drown as well
Ok, I’m always pleased to help
Climb on board for a spell!”

“Thank you!” scorpion said with joy
And creeped upon the back
‘Bout halfway ‘cross the river
The passenger did attack

The tail snapped down and stinger pierced
The frog and he went numb
“Why?” he asked with shock and sank
Surprised at the outcome

“Because,” the scorpion replied
With apathy so cold
“I am a scorpion, it’s in my nature
In my mould”

“But you’ll drown too!” the frog gurgled
As they hit river bed
“It’s what I do, I cannot change”
And soon they both were dead

                             ~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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Selfie

20 Sep

Selfie

A camera placed in every hand
In 10 years time, each ego’s grand
The selfie shows us just how far we fell

Before each person could record
Each moment, folks were not so bored
The focus was on each flower’s sweet smell

Then came phones with quite the app!
An instant, easy way to snap
A picture…but the subject matter shows

Instead of taking the world in
Too many are focused within
Before the bathroom mirror they all pose

Expressions on their face reveal
How little passion, vigor, zeal
These self-absorbed self-muses do possess

Ever notice how most who
Take selfies seem a bit askew?
No smiles, just a blank look of distress

“Look at me!” it screams aloud
“Please pay attention!” to the crowd
But no one cares ‘cause they take selfies too

Hoping someone else will care
And compliment their done up hair
Their clothes, their looks, but no one takes the cue

Fishing for a thumbs up or
A comment, every selfie whore
Does walk the streets of Twitter, Instagram

And Facebook looking for a stroke
For their ego but it’s a joke
With no punchline, just an unfunny sham

They snap and snap and snap away
And post and post and post each day
“It’s me!” It’s me! It’s me!” is their sad song

A camera placed in every hand
To take pictures of all that’s grand
How did this lovely idea go so wrong?

                        ~Miro

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