Stoney's Wee Wisdom Poetry

jac · 12-10-2011, 11:58 PM

PASSION OF MY ART

Standing in the center of a room
Alone in a world I choose to call my own
Taking in a deep breath as I feel my surroundings
Fading into the still of the corners of my mind...

I begin moving from one direction to another
From one position to the next
My hands and feet in perfect harmony
With my breath as I inhale and exhale...

Imagining the essence of my enemies
Crumbling and falling before me with each
Strike and kick that I execute...

My hear begins to race as the excitement level rises
Now becoming aware of the intense expressions
That I portray upon my face...

Sounds begin to fill my ears as I hear
Imaginary opponents discharge their breath
Beneath the weight of my attack...

I release my own yells on every finishing move
From deep within my indomitable inner strength
To wake the silence of an otherwise quiet room...

Finally in the completion of this passionate performance
Drenched with sweat and totally exhausted
I now find myself once again in the center of the room
Completely satisfied with what I have achieved...

For me this is yet another victory another defeat
Another advancement in the challenge of my dream
As I continue to strive for perfection and mastery
In a love that can never be perfected or mastered...

I am content and pleased with my performance
Fot what I have displayed is not what some call
A form or kata but what I like to think of as being
My art my love my poetry in motion...

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12-10-2011, 11:58 PM	#8
jac Timed Out - Permanent How Do You Identify?: butch stone Preferred Pronoun?: masculine ones work best... Relationship Status: ♥ engaged to spritz ♥ Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: bangor, maine Posts: 3,344 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 20,720 Thanked 16,492 Times in 2,972 Posts Rep Power: 0	PASSION OF MY ART Standing in the center of a room Alone in a world I choose to call my own Taking in a deep breath as I feel my surroundings Fading into the still of the corners of my mind... I begin moving from one direction to another From one position to the next My hands and feet in perfect harmony With my breath as I inhale and exhale... Imagining the essence of my enemies Crumbling and falling before me with each Strike and kick that I execute... My hear begins to race as the excitement level rises Now becoming aware of the intense expressions That I portray upon my face... Sounds begin to fill my ears as I hear Imaginary opponents discharge their breath Beneath the weight of my attack... I release my own yells on every finishing move From deep within my indomitable inner strength To wake the silence of an otherwise quiet room... Finally in the completion of this passionate performance Drenched with sweat and totally exhausted I now find myself once again in the center of the room Completely satisfied with what I have achieved... For me this is yet another victory another defeat Another advancement in the challenge of my dream As I continue to strive for perfection and mastery In a love that can never be perfected or mastered... I am content and pleased with my performance Fot what I have displayed is not what some call A form or kata but what I like to think of as being My art my love my poetry in motion...