Post by victor on Dec 23, 2007 23:49:46 GMT 1
I've finally decided to leave for real. But before I do, I guess I'll throw in one more poem. I honestly don't care if it's well written. I'm just giving a tribute to the one place I honestly feel is home.
Home
This place is not large and flashy
It is quite nondescript
It does not advertise or offer contracts
It is not a market or chain
Inside it is beautiful
It is small and very Japanese
I feel peace inside of myself
This place is my true home
I step onto the floor
My eyes are cold as ice
I am waiting for orders
My ki is flowing from my center
We divide into quick groups
We are given our orders
We fire and snap out the techniques
Our movements are crisp and precise
A series of sets right
A series of sets left
Now something new is given
We all say "Osu!" and begin
Strikes, kicks, joint locks, pressure points
We learn these with lethal efficiency
I never break eye contact with an opponent
Not even when I bow
Kata plays an important role
To remember every prearranged movement
To be able to flow with it like water
To defend against your invisible opponent
Disarming an attacker with a weapon
How to break his bones or rip out his eyes
Even how to kill if it comes to it
I learn and practice these on a daily basis
On the rare occasion Kumite is done
I put myself whole heartedly into it
I don't believe in holding back
I treat this like a real combat situation
Yet despite what I have told you
This is not a place of violence
We believe in peace and kindness
My home has some of the kindest people
The small, slender, willowy Eurasian woman
Who is my Sensei and always will be
She is so fast, so powerful, so intelligent and calm
To only see her gives me peace
I speak to her and her words calm me
Her advice to me is that of a sage
A woman who has trained, meditated and studied
For so many long years
This my true home
Where I truly belong
My melancholia is gone here
In here there is nothing to fear
I ask her for advice in all sorts of matters
She gives it to me and I am thankful for it
She is a very wise Sensei and woman
She is a second mother to me
I step outside
I feel melancholy again
I know I can't stay here forever
I must leave eventually
I return the next day
I feel better
Something new is taught
We practice with the Bo today
What I see outside saddens me
I don't want to be like so many others
I have seen how thoughtless people can be
I have seen the cruelty of others
I wish there was a way to spread the word of my home
To share with them the peaceful ways of my home
Despite what I have told you, the peace overrides the techniques
Many ruthless people have joined and turned into good people
I hold my bokken under my arm in traditional fashion
My body is sweaty from today's session at home
It's not the same as my true home, but it works
The blade is my second weapon, although I vowed never to strike another with it
It's time to get ready to return to where I belong
I can train with others and feel at peace for a little while
No more melancholy for a little while
No more emptiness...
THE END
Goodbye Hircine. I'll miss all of you. And as I go, I wish all of you festive cheer.
-Victor
Home
This place is not large and flashy
It is quite nondescript
It does not advertise or offer contracts
It is not a market or chain
Inside it is beautiful
It is small and very Japanese
I feel peace inside of myself
This place is my true home
I step onto the floor
My eyes are cold as ice
I am waiting for orders
My ki is flowing from my center
We divide into quick groups
We are given our orders
We fire and snap out the techniques
Our movements are crisp and precise
A series of sets right
A series of sets left
Now something new is given
We all say "Osu!" and begin
Strikes, kicks, joint locks, pressure points
We learn these with lethal efficiency
I never break eye contact with an opponent
Not even when I bow
Kata plays an important role
To remember every prearranged movement
To be able to flow with it like water
To defend against your invisible opponent
Disarming an attacker with a weapon
How to break his bones or rip out his eyes
Even how to kill if it comes to it
I learn and practice these on a daily basis
On the rare occasion Kumite is done
I put myself whole heartedly into it
I don't believe in holding back
I treat this like a real combat situation
Yet despite what I have told you
This is not a place of violence
We believe in peace and kindness
My home has some of the kindest people
The small, slender, willowy Eurasian woman
Who is my Sensei and always will be
She is so fast, so powerful, so intelligent and calm
To only see her gives me peace
I speak to her and her words calm me
Her advice to me is that of a sage
A woman who has trained, meditated and studied
For so many long years
This my true home
Where I truly belong
My melancholia is gone here
In here there is nothing to fear
I ask her for advice in all sorts of matters
She gives it to me and I am thankful for it
She is a very wise Sensei and woman
She is a second mother to me
I step outside
I feel melancholy again
I know I can't stay here forever
I must leave eventually
I return the next day
I feel better
Something new is taught
We practice with the Bo today
What I see outside saddens me
I don't want to be like so many others
I have seen how thoughtless people can be
I have seen the cruelty of others
I wish there was a way to spread the word of my home
To share with them the peaceful ways of my home
Despite what I have told you, the peace overrides the techniques
Many ruthless people have joined and turned into good people
I hold my bokken under my arm in traditional fashion
My body is sweaty from today's session at home
It's not the same as my true home, but it works
The blade is my second weapon, although I vowed never to strike another with it
It's time to get ready to return to where I belong
I can train with others and feel at peace for a little while
No more melancholy for a little while
No more emptiness...
THE END
Goodbye Hircine. I'll miss all of you. And as I go, I wish all of you festive cheer.
-Victor