Climbing the mountain

The wind trying to blow me off my feet,
As I strive to stay alive
It doesn’t know defeat,
Nor do I,
As I see with my eye,
The peak of the mountain,
As I climb over the rocks,
It feels me with shock,
The cold numbing my fingers,
And as it lingers,
Sapping the heat from my body,
Like I’m a nobody,
As I grit my teeth,
Over this big feat,
I will not despair,
As I dare,
To reach the peak,
Inch by inch,
Meter by meter,
I climb higher and higher,
Even though it feels dire,
I’ll never lose this fire,
It feels like forever,
To reach the peak,
But as I look down,
I see doom,
Despair,
Chaos,
But I am the boss,
Is this my cross,
As I fight to stay alive,
And reach for the peak,
I am afraid to speak,
My hand grips for the peak,
And I pull with all my might,
So that I will be able to see the sight,
Gritting my teeth,
Muscles straining,
Energy draining,
Why is it raining,
I slip,
And my feet are dangling of this cliff,
With doom beneath my feet,
I can almost smell defeat,
My fingers are torn,
Muscles are screaming,
I ain’t dreaming,
I pull
And pull
And pull,
Myself over the peak,
Above the raindrops,
Struggling to catch my breath,
Escaping the world of death,
As I see the world,
Beneath my feet,
Oh what a treat,
I see the sun shining on the world,
It’s beautiful rays washing down the world in golden colour,
And I wonder,
Where all the darkness went,
I hear the call of the golden eagle,
Flying above my head,
His feathers glistening in the golden rays,
He ain’t no stray,
I watch the eagle,
Fly higher and higher,
Above the true mountain peak,
And I sigh,
To the divine,
Following the golden eagle,
To the peak

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The darkness in my blood

I can feel the darkness blooming.

Deep inside,
Spewing out,
Each and every pore.

Like a poison.

Wanting to corrupt each and every fibre,
Of my being.

This toxin,
Is All consuming.

Wants to bring me crashing down,
Hurtling me underground.

But I won’t let it,
keep me down.

I’ll use it to keep on fighting.

This toxins spreading,
I won’t go down,
I’ll keep on fighting.

This poison

That’s trying to destroy, my very being,
I will not stay underground,
I am a fighter.

This venom.

That courses through my veins,
Will not stop me.
I’ll use it.
To keep on fighting.

As I am the fighter.

The Darkness thinks that it has won,
Filling you with fear,
But I am in control,
For I’m the fighter

Bound by Chains

These chains they use to keep me in the dark,
Constricting tighter and tighter,
The only sound clinking and dinking,
As I’m sinking into the mud,
I am proud of who I am,
But everyone else is ashamed of who they are,
These chains are constricting,
Forcing me to conform,
But I am anything but the norm,
Trying to make me sign the form,
Tussled,
Torn,
Tarnished,
The more they pull on these chains,
The more I view them with disdain,
These chains are digging into my wrists,
Life is nothing but a big twist,
Until I start bleeding,
Drop by drop,
Trying to make me submit,
As there is a pool of blood,
Under my knees,
They think I am crying,
But they are lying,
I am not dying,
I force myself to stand upon my feet,
And they kick me down to the floor,
I will not beg on my knee,
For I am free,
To be me,
I stand upon my feet,
Starring them in the eyes,
In defiance,
And I roar,
Because I have the strength of Thor,
To break the chains from before,
Muscles tight,
I break it with all my might,
Sound of it breaking,
Is music to my ears,
Which encompasses their fears,
As I hear the chain clucking and dinging,
To the floor,
The world had better watch,
For I am free to be me

What is life without the will

Without the drive to survive,
Are you willing to just die,
Without the dream to succeed,
Is life nothing but a scream,
Is life without the will,
All about paying the bills,
Without that fear,
Can you bear to protect what you most hold dear,
Without the obstacle of the mountain,
How can we ever reach the fountain.

Visualising Karate

This morning I had to sit in an office and be an exam invigilator for a few hours. Mentally this could have gone one of two ways. First way, boredom, and sheer dread at how slow time was dragging. Or I could occupy my mind. So naturally I chose karate.

Using visualisation I went through my Karate syllabus and was quite surprised with how in-depth my Karate imagination was. First I went though all my bunkai (kata’s self defence), even a few later kata one’s that I was experimenting with inside my head. Bunkai have always been my strongest foundation within karate.

Next I went through throws, happy to know 15 off by heart with the right names. Then seeing which set of kata’s bunkai had those throws (I counted about 9). Even though we are not a throwing based system, it’s nice to know that we have about 12-15 strong throws that we rely upon.

Then I went through weapons, drills I know, quickflame with the jo staff. I realised that I need to refocus on my weapons, as I was less confident with them. Going through basic weapon defence, wrist locks etc.

Then I went through my kata, something I’ve been really trying to focus on outside of fight club. What is interesting is that shisochin kata and bunkai I seem to find the most natural, and went through them quicker than the others.

When I went through the San kata’s ( Sanchin ichi, ni, tensho and Sanzhan) I felt like I was mediating, the same feeling I’ve only had before from a really good yoga instructor, my inner mind was very calm and peaceful.

Next I went through kihon and kihon ido, recalling all the correct terminology. I couldn’t believe that I memorized them well, despite rarely reading them.

Then I touched upon basic grappling, and what each kata’s names mean.

To someone outside of the martial arts world this would seem tedious, but to me I felt my mind engage in a way it hasn’t done in a long time. I was thinking non stop about karate for nearly two hours. You should try it sometime.

Loved and never forgotten

To the lady of the house,
Who was always kind,
And always caring,
One of a kind,
Who loved painting,
And was never without a glass of white,
She didn’t have to enter our world,
When it was just us and dad,
But that who she was,
The lady with the warmest soul,
Forever in our hearts

Peak of life

When the sun is shining,
Through a cloudy day,
Or when you dry and parched mouth,
Is finally quenched,
With fresh cold water,
Or you’ve finally reached the peak,
After climbing the highest mountain,
You learn in those moments,
That life is full,
Life is precious,
Live your life