A ligkaribe Poem - The crying freeman

the option i was given is write a poem about an artist, actor or muscician(not a real one). write about how they are struggling or flourishing.

this may not be exacttly what they had in mind but i chose to write about an unusual type of artist a martial artist that is, this one also hapens to be an assasin. i wanted to potray his personal struggle with himself, his conscience, his struggle in trying to define who he is, his nature, his art and his existence, unlike mosts poem about a martial artist its not very deep or wise, but more human.i was also inspired by the assasin character, in the movie the crying freeman.

The Crying freeman
by likgaribe on Sep 25 (Contest-Poem)
In Category: Fantasy.
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a broken rib
I'm the nameless one
feel the breath, do you know
the color of a soul,
i do,
as the heart stops, slowly,
listening to the sound
of this departing, looking deeply
into these eyes,
i see clearly reflection
of fading dreams and
forever gone memories,
EXCELLENT BO SKILLS MY BOY
i shed a single tear

a broken jaw,
i perceived that life is only
an illusion of existence
the prison of wants
and desires, unattainable in this
vast wasteland of superficial beings
i questioned the truth,
seeking to realise the answers
i turned my body into the instrument
of my enlightenment
- follow me and i will show you
where conception is born
I DO IT FOR THE RUSH
i shed a single tear

a shattered brick
traces, that is all that is left
traces of love, of life and of joy
non-attachment to the seductive
pleasures of this world
teach me a song of honour
for i want to taste the cup of victory
this song will make you dance,
anywhere, anytime, with anyone
dancing the death song
the song of blood and salt
as i have danced it many times before,
with my - "clients"
AT THE BEGINNING THE INFINITE ULTIMATE
IS VOID AND NEBULOUS
i shed a single tear

tattered knuckles,
somewhere in this confusion
i will find an answer,
my teacher told me this
in the 25 years that i toiled,
see i earned my freedom,
ha! i am not like these blind fools,
clowns who call themselves masters,
they have never tasted
the anguish of despair
have they bowed to the ground
and tasted dust?
they are jokers, after a quick buck
they know not of the old ways,
the delicious secrets
NICE PANTS BUT CAN I KICK IN THEM
i shed a single tear

hardened muscles
this is the way,
self - denial and self - scourging
purge yourself of all that is life,
it`s the only way
sorry, no soft flesh and weak hearts here
only the devoted will conquer
never mind that, i do not need that,
neither do you,
i want knowledge; i want to know
that i am the one
the greatest, i have sought
in vain for a challenger
i found none
will you come?
COLD STEEL IF YOU PLEASE, GENTLEMEN
i shed a single tear

destruction in the palm of my hand
the destroyer cometh not to build,
but to kill
this is the nature of my art
it`s a serpentine dance of life and death
that which is not born, cannot die
that which is not in existence
cannot perish
this i always know when i watch that last breath
FROM THE INFINITE ULTIMATE OR THE VOID
IS BORN THE GRAND ULTIMATE OR THE COSMOS
so i am the nameless one
without colour, or form,
void in my essence
i am endless,
walking this infinite path
neither coming nor going
this is the way of my heart
i live by it
i die by it
i am given to it
listening to the silent whisper of
a swaying blade of grass in the stillness
i shed a single tear
for these my tears are my honour...