There we sat content and enamored
As the warriors fought and stammered
Blows of giants
Hearts of lions
Ferocity of a man possessed
There we sat completely obsessed
Who knew?
That this time we spent
What it truly meant
That i'd mimic the heros I saw on the screen
Id label it, call it my passion
Who knew that I'd fall in love?
With the sweet science
This is art this isn't violence
The internal discipline
The right to challenge and push my limits
The primal elegance
The cerebral intelligence
Who knew?
Id live in the shadows alone and afraid
Only to love fighting the rest of my days
Id groom and i'd teach
Id lend a small drip of my heart
To the ones who seem to be falling apart
Who Knew?
Pacifist to pugilist
A student of the game and a teacher just the same
Until we sat together on those wondrous days
Eye glued to the tv across the room
my life wasn't whole
I never fear the unknown
Because now i'm in control
The world is new and the days seem brighter
Regardless the circumstance
I'll always be a fighter.
About the Creator
James U. Rizzi
I cant wait to see what I can create here.
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