Jogo da Vida: Capoeira and Karma

This is not fighting for me, it's expressing. The game is not a competition on who is stronger or better. For me no one can be too strong or can be too good, but everyone can improve. I am my own master, my mestre guides me but he too learns from my mistakes. In capoeira everyone will learn from everybody, it's a cycle, this is how life really is.
A simple cycle or karma applies that what goes around comes around, true to its sense, you'll get what you dished out. 
Capoeira will challenge you in many different aspects but accepting the facts about what you need to change is always the first step to improving. 

A Note of Surrender

I regret to chain you away from your happiness and am willing to leave you at peace. Things I can never give you are my failures as I am a work in progress. A pretending monkey seeing things from a different view and perspective. Soon it will be evident that what I am is not the one you wanted, let's leave it like this for now. The monster within me will soon be out and I don't want you to see it.

And Yet Another Apple

Tis a curse I carry that lands me in this spot. How many will fall that I have to pick-up and let rot? Time will need to make space and have me work my duty. I carry these apples to safety and not for me to fill my stomach that's empty.

Welcome Dragon

It's the start of the year, the perfect time to start a new post. Haven't seen anything new though, I would probably need to go out more often.

It seems to be good for me because I'm able to avoid my messianic tendency however i'm running out of things to say. Oh well my first post for the year and I have nothing to say.

A new leaf opening as the seconds flick to a next cycle,

Darkness flooded with noise and flints of chaos.

In a few hours of chaos darkness covers everything again.. and then silence.

Yet Another Apple

A fallacy crafted by actions and observations, tis not me who wills this. Or maybe I sought and gave the small gestures thus the play started in the Garden of Eden. I will grow weary and distraught perhaps, however nay should I be corrupted by such thoughts.

How many apples have I held? How many more would I pick? When will this stop?

How will I forget

It's been a while since I left my mind, and ventured through my heart. Along the way I found my peace and the one that made me forget. Yet another thorn that pierced into my sanity, another behemoth who stepped on my soul. She stayed with me though I don't know, if life will let me bleed and go.

Oh how will I forget these sorrows and woes that imprisoned me....

First Person

Why? I gave you my all and yet you left me in this horrid state. My world revolved around you but it meant nothing, not a single thing because everything has been flushed down the drain.
What I am now is empty, no worth and no direction. Sorrow already consumed my soul and pity is all that's left in my mind. Oh life, no more will I walk this hell and stay to endure the wounds that you've caused. This is too much for a mere mortal to bear, I am but a feeble being who wanted love yet I harbored grief.
There's a limit to everything and I think mine has reached its peak, I would rather end it here and sleep to never wake up again.

Here I rest soaked in the water of my tears, head lain oe'r my hearts tribulation and fears. Wish me solace or cast upon me curses, silence is all I heed as this day passes. Shush, I plead thee and let my mind stay sober so none will hinder my eternal slumber.