Step forward,
turn your front leg backward.
Spin into round kick inward.
Must be like a cowboy
Korean versions of a bad boy
Hidden skill shown with a coy
Jump spin into 360 kicks,
By breaking those sticks,
Then onto those bricks.
Further test your skill with an opponents,
Becoming strategic with your movements,
Bashing their heads against your martial improvements.
Taste your first defeat,
Your blood upon your lips,
Spilling from your head.
Move forward,
Onward,
Aim toward victory from inward.
For defeat is not an option,
Winning is the true completion,
Because being number one is accomplishment.
So why are you laying on your own puddle of blood,
Defeated like a soak dog,
Get up and fight!
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
Step forward,
turn your front leg backward.
Spin into round kick inward.
Must be like a cowboy
Korean versions of a bad boy
Hidden skill shown with a coy
Jump spin into 360 kicks,
By breaking those sticks,
Then onto those bricks.
Further test your skill with an opponents,
Becoming strategic with your movements,
Bashing their heads against your martial improvements.
Taste your first defeat,
Your blood upon your lips,
Spilling from your head.
Move forward,
Onward,
Aim toward victory from inward.
For defeat is not an option,
Winning is the true completion,
Because being number one is accomplishment.
So why are you laying on your own puddle of blood,
Defeated like a soak dog,
Get up and fight!
These personal voices talk to me as I reflect on my weakness,
When I first took Tae Kwon Do,
And when I bloodied myself in a spare against Kung fu practitioner.
It was a great defeat, and miss the taste of my own blood,
To live a fight in battle, to counter attacks, and being strategic in movement!
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