Wednesday, February 24, 2010

24 Feb - contorted Black Black Heart

it is so easy to fall into an abyss
as the optimism slip
when i shut my eyes do i slip into bliss
as i begin to lose my grip
we live for pleasure feel the pain
in this world i'm undying
but does undying mean a thing

black black heart, why would you offer more
why do you make it easier to satisfy
i'm on fire, i'm rotting to the core
i'm sweeping all your ink and morals
all your sex and your diamonds

as i lose myself in this life
- of dope breathing in the toxins
live for play and feel the plain
i'm naked underneath the world's cover
covers lie and like a zombie we walk through
with no direction no aims
time will come and rape the youth

black black heart why would you offer more
why do you make it easier to satisfy
i'm empty, i'm crying blood
i'm drowning in all my faeces and faces
All my vomit and demons

Black black heart why would you offer more
Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy
I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core
I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds
All your emptiness and your helplessness
All your vomit and your demons
All your complexes and your glamour
All your sex and your diamonds

Saturday, February 6, 2010

6 Feb - how would a martial artist think?

a martial artist's devotion.

sometimes i wonder, my heart is narrow and my mind is crowded with useless stuff.
is this the way to seek improvement.
i ask myself is this the way of a martial artist?

they say morality and integrity is what distinct a true martial artist from another.
that the embodiment of the lessons goes beyond pure physical honing but in the materialization of one's actions and behaviour.
i believe it would definitely not hurt to learn more techniques such that when the need arises, the body is willing and trained.
times are rare, or never.
but to why do martial artists still train?
the never ending improvement.
the gratification in knowing you can probably punch the teeth out of the bugger standing in front of you, but you don't, because you exercise control.
the betterment of the body and spirit.
i really don't know.

my body and mind is retarded and uncooperative.
techniques take ages to absorb.
yet why do i still train?

my mind is like a highlight reel.
reeling the moves that i would wish to perform to an unstoppable degree.
a close-in clinch, a take-down.
a simple well-crafted well-timed back-hook to the head in the narrowest of angle and space in the nick of time.
these are all dreams.

my body screams.
my knee begs.
my mind dulls.

is this the right approach?
the lessons are aplenty.
the finance is limited.
the time is a constraint.
the energy is an issue.
the body is spent.

what would a martial artist do?
is it worth pursuing the life of one even?