Shinobi
Bluelighter
Ok this poem is about or inspired by me battling people while dancing but more so about a reocuuring dream that I have. This person in the columbus seen is a real asshole. But! he can dance really well and unfortuatly him and I have started off on the wrong foot. I have tried to be nice to him but all atempts are in vain as he remains an ass. So now I have this dream where I am at a party; I battle him on the floor in the circle. I completely pimp him out making him look stupid infront of all his friends who in turn come to congratulate me on my good dancing. So with out further adew
Eyes meet
bodys greet
as each stands before the other
time, space and distance
all of this is oblivous
as the battle begins with each other
bodys move
they feel a groove
as they circle one another
lungs burn
the tables turn
as our hero defeates the other
cheers are heard
ears filled with words
as he is prasied like no other
- Shinobi
[This message has been edited by Shinobi (edited 11 May 2000).]
Eyes meet
bodys greet
as each stands before the other
time, space and distance
all of this is oblivous
as the battle begins with each other
bodys move
they feel a groove
as they circle one another
lungs burn
the tables turn
as our hero defeates the other
cheers are heard
ears filled with words
as he is prasied like no other
- Shinobi
[This message has been edited by Shinobi (edited 11 May 2000).]
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