Rusty Nails

'Don't become a rusty nail stuck in ways in which are snails,

deep down you will prevail,

like the lonely ship that must set sail.

You were born to gleam, but you seem to lack steam which in turn means that your soul must try to redeem.

With that gone you have to forge on, your the only one and your life's your own, so make a throne for your grand self to own!'

RAP OF THE BLACK WIDOW

'Check out ma black widow spider jack n da box chatta,

head splatter, like ratty in a mouse catcher.

I can fuse this info, ya know so, I blow snow!

Creeping around on an early full moon,

Halloween soon, 5 days till the boom!

Ya all know me, the luv that we share,

bloggin a clout, more writes for the dare.

I am majestic, bold my story will be told,

heavy like gold, and cant be sold.

You're under my hold, so wrap up it's cold!'

SILENT N DEADLY...

Swift beyond movement, my Ninja style's an improvement.

Too advanced in stance, toes step on dance.

Unknown, unseen, unheard...the sightings of a black crow could easily be mistaken for Blackbird.

Agile and fast, my kicks swoosh past.

Blend into the night, bat bite fight!

Undergrowth, shrubs n worms,

my knuckles graze ya skin for germs.

I practice with the oriental rules, show respect for the holy jewels.

Dragons, tiger imagine...

the worst case could happen,

caught on a snowy night,

I became the Ninja in white!

'NO MORE PUTMAN CHANGES!' by Damien Wright & Anthony White and...me.

DEDICATED TO ALL THE BLOG OF SHADOW FOLLOWERS!!

'Hey, hey, yo yo...let's go an bust dis!

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NO MORE PUTMAN CHANGES!!

SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS

'My view point of point view can't be brought.

Face each day with a trained thought.

Through ages of wisdom in which I sought,

a Code that is Morse wont begin to crack my course!'

THE WARRIOR OF LIFE

This rap clout flees my tongue and mouth, never east, but mainly south. I preach peace with love so we are blessed, but the evil is the worlds obsess. We walk with underlining grace, if earth is our place then why do the youth of today struggle to fit their face? The super powers have us trapped, while the web has us kidnapped. I communicate with a true being, those that know me know what I mean...deepness to advanced for the A Team. My search for holy truth engulfs thee, life's like a dream to me, my third eye allows my sight to see. Some have said I'm weird strange, and down right mad...we are all different and that makes me glad, but I produce feelings that make me sad. I feel we can unite, lets fight this fight with all our might. I welcome you all to join me in the shadow blog, it's all for you so have the whole hog. I pledge my code of honour to my martial sisters and brothers, warriors of life produced by only your fathers and mothers.

PURE DUANIGE!

My pen of swords writes the words of justice, the speed of Wing Chun fails to barely touch this.

I began as an infant since my walking first instance, my early life I knew, as my bones n tendons grew.

Scorpio is my birth right, so welcome to the scientist at midnight, with many moons in Libra...My personality manifested like the hairy chest I'm blessed with.

My mother was a drinker, as I became a thinker, my dad raised me and my little sister and I trained my knuckles to blister.

1980's T.V was cool, Street hawk, A Team, Knight rider, The Ghoul.

Not forgetting Air wolf, Bionic man, and the Incredible Hulk...

It was great, that Manimal changing into a Wolf. Did you ever copy what the great films did? No retreat no surrender, Best of the best and that Karate kid. Sweet dreams are made of this, Soft cell's Tainted Love, I recall my first kiss.

My road was paved using the Martial that I saved, life is looking up, with each Tea containing cup. I love words and words viset me, Writing allows my vision to see,Karate and Kung fu from Mr Bruce Lee.

Submerge into adulthood, my life is now understood. But remains daunting with a sense of haunting.

A Martial Artist is a body of the earth, become what your life's worth, but avoid becoming a jobs worth. Erase that feeling of lateness, and replace it with greatness, whether your 20 or 50 you can always kick nifty. Never give up and practice most days, leaving some for a rest to bounce back at your best.

So, here we all are, back in the temple, engaging in the training that appears to be mental. Some say it's rough, others swear it's gentle, now the arts become intercontinental.

I know I'll be all right, I have inspiration in my corner, great people with might, they provide me with their light which lessons the night.

My moms up in heaven, my dads with me on earth, and I pray that he's still with me on the day of my child's birth.

I'll try and earn a Black belt just for him, try and be a good son, his next of kin.

And so, while the birds still sing, and the winds may blow, I'll keep trying at what I know.

I write this Poem rap as a thanks for due, for I am a Martial Artist...

just like you.