PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The philosophy of the Dojo is an art form way of life

A true student of schools developing skills essential to everyday life

The techniques within me lies advanced direct fleeting frustrations

so balanced and so natural emblazoned into my heart through manifestations

I am drawn by the eyes of my sensei, my opponent stands in front of me

morphed me into a fighter....Won Hyo Hyung mastered delicately

I have torn many rivals straight asunder

avenging my father's death putting them six feet under

I swing with my iron fist for everyone who's ever suffered

I swing with the tiger's claw striking evil and sin for the glory of my brothers

I do not swing with hate or for the love of chaos during challenging bouts

I swing with pain, suffering love and vengeance, hitting my mark, evil cries out

with so much torment, it will fall to its knees and plea for its very existence

My Tae Kwon Do released from unfastened resistance

Lo and behold, the katana blade is earned with honor and devotion

the heart of a true master holds flash and fire graced in motion

Power, speed, skill interacts through my domains splitting the air

defeating the enemy, your spirit has allowed me this honor

As I wipe the blood from my hands, diminishing the fallen master my eyes averted to brave conduct

I head towards my journey before the director yells,"CUT!!!"