We promised on our birthdays We would always give each other Gifts Even though we have no money Usually it was drugs or alcohol Usually drugs since alcohol is Expensive and I smiled for grappling And brawling and homemade cakes and traditional food A family of bastards Still a family though
First it was mixed martial artists calling out Chris Brown Then the President of L.A. Boxing Now CM Punk is calling him out There’s alot of love in fighting I don’t think fighters have any for Chris Brown
Short Stories Together
When it dawned on me as I sat outside for 2 hours My first dojo closed Something broke in me again Not physical like my groin pull I had no goodbyes and no way to keep in touch I lost not a house but a home Life isn’t dictating the future from the past But I guess I carry something with me I walked away from the gym smiling Something made me warm Something made me full I...
So when my grandfather died Someone rummaged through his stuff during the funeral And stole the deed to the temple Without a meeting of the council Everyone talks but no one does a thing Politics is a game of the weak I’d rather just brawl
The equality in our hearts shouldn’t blind us to the inequality of society.
Pain of Change
At night my knees crackle My tendons harden and tick bones Calfs and forearms tensed to skin Size creates burns at every bend Scabbed knuckles are futile They rip everyday There’s blood under my hair And wooziness in my skull It never ends The body breaks and turns purple The mind numbs as eyes roll The heart falters eventually The soul is eternal so I never stop
I remember gift cards Use to make or have a shitload Instead of Valentine’s day We went to the buffet at a casino I remember happy birthday sung At a table composed of 17 old men And we were like shit that’s dope they probably went to war together And in our hearts we felt it before It dripped out of our mouths None of us would ever live to their age
The Years of February
“Oh grandmother your life brings me to not live in ink or sounds but action” Every Valentine’s day I write my grandmother cards Every holiday and February 19 I bring flowers to my Father and grandfather Every birthday I forget and spend my day changing the world as others celebrate my birth more than I ever thought I was worth
“Osu” My way wasn’t ever with phones or written words My support and love has always been words and gestures mostly time spent and action Over the years my body tires as my family of loved ones grows as time shows I’m the only one There and willing I’m never here; I’ll always be there Eyes closed as tires are hammered and bags go into seizure as the...
If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain how he is. But if you treat...– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via elige)
An intent to break jaws differs from knowledge and ability to My hands bound Love is violence as it is non-violence I learned control but never to strangers Who oppose My words and body itches to bleed them when it isn’t so severe
The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love....– Buddha (via elige)
Bills were not consuming As much as I sold In time price was equivalent To my dinners for two at dinners I tired of the life for I was …a saint in many eyes My fall and struggle meant more For it showed I am human And a saint In work and the dojo I still held the gaze of many For my lesson to teach isn’t what you are to society It’s who you are to others
Sometimes I still smell the uneasy freshness of education a sea of unknown paths and adventures I smell the hopelessness of crime and labor more Comfortable yet morbid in routine A constant fight just for days to stay Home The most numbing smell is stagnant Moments spent alone between days And nights divided by night and day A stagnant growth of books and shadow boxing archaic as...
I remember college and 2 months worth of laundry 5 hours of labor I use to stare inebriated at overpriced laundry baskets until I just bought a trashcan All black, lidded, and handlebars with wheels Dope until people kept leaving trash in it I had I guess a gang and I brought it To my home city and it was tagged Markers, spray paint, and stickers it’s empty now… but I...
Ever since my injury, I began To wake to the stench of warehouse, Blood, tires, and sweat I remember like the memories Of drugs, alcohol, and fragrances and the smell of sorrow, death, and the sublime of hopelessness Then I realize I’ve always had a cold
We Are Born As Children And Respected As Adult
I see innocence in everyone We were all children Even though I stole it didn’t mean I wasn’t a kid The gold I was garnished with Was a sign of poverty Something to sell during war And the death of my family There is no coming of age in my Community Fighting is a part of life Never raised blind to violence and suffering I kept my innocence I see love and I still smile...
“Well…. They believe in me. Most importantly they’re the ones no one believes in. But they got love for me. I carry them in my heart and I’m never alone. “
The Violence Of My Heart
I use to chase anyone who cut me off Hop out when they arrived at the mall, Pizza hut, or Cold Stone I didn’t give a fuck “wassup bitch” I’d woop everyone’s ass Ohh man Jaywalkers I knick them with my cars Park, stroll, and converse “you have five seconds to walk back with me to the sidewalk and wait for the shiny walking man or I’m punching one...
Thoughts In The Commencement Of Battle
I’ve been alone all my life Everyone knows this loneliness It’s where my drug, love, and strength came from Not really Either dazing off uncomfortably with a mob of people Or alone restless I still wake up every morning This is my life I’m fucking awesome hustle and grind another day I’ve spent continuous days without food I’ve spent days sharing quarters...
What's the Definition?
As a boy I knew no one could overcome me Horrible was my life, horrible is my life But I knew love and it is ether I have injuries now That never will heal Physical scars of missing cartilage Even though I buckle And in age my piercings are gone My soul is the ether for many Only my body is vincible
I’m pretty lazy sometimes but I end up dragging myself half asleep To the gym Sometimes I want to train my hardest But I know I can’t with pulled muscles Doing the right thing Sometimes is doing something we don’t want to do
David And Goliath
Every time I go flying armbar On giant guys With my gumbie legs I’m literally hanging upside down going >:D “ohh yeah” *wiggle wiggle wiggle…..wiggle?*
“omg it’s not working” D: cries a little inside slam slam to a body slam @______@ Then I cry a little inside…..again .____.
You Say Brutal; I Say Raw
Fighters differ For they fight instead of play The body becomes art in movement Infinite techniques and counters Heart becomes the fuel Fighters must sculpt their own bodies They feel the pain of their own labors And never wonder if but when they will be injured In the love of art they return to activity before they are healed Trying to transcend levels with conditioning and wisdom yet...
All Bodies Move Different
I love the air in battle Opposition takes form and a bubble forms between two Range of arms concerned on the art of movement A chess game with infinite moves modified by speed, strength, stance, and heart Most importantly differing bodies Bodies which are not alike Personally I love the blur of my fists and Catching two knuckles on the eye transferring hands To grab and twist my leg up and...
The Real you, the very core of You—is untouchable, unstoppable and unlimited....– Cheryl Lee Harnish (via elige)
Ironic my sleepless nights jumping rope I decided to spend my youth questioning Not if but when I’d be arrested Now when will I break my bones Almost 22 contempt in leaving marks Impromptu actions will never beat chess foresight Striving for strength and wisdom Discerns vanity A majority of the time I don’t know what the fuck is going on but… All I know is how to fight...
Remember Who We Are And Why We Truly Fight
I don’t understand how people Listen to bass before and while they work out I can’t drown out myself I need some Johnny Cash or Neko Case I train with soreness and bruises all over my body My fists bleed as I do pushups on them I feel no pain because it’s about training my heart and I need to hear my own courage I need to hear my own pain and embrace it and go on with...
Maybe Life Is Unfair; Okay
Overtime I turn simple I’m not forgetting my past I’m not forgetting the people Who were with me in my worst I’m on the next chapter And I carry a smile For all the people and events in my past Everything overcame and every smile given Even though my life was never at the starting line I’ve trained all my life for the journey After struggling and my heart growing...
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