#ronin
i move thru rolling hills clothes caked from dust
a pilgrim with no master and
no one to trust
for love of the art dictates
my style and stance
fluid in the movements of hells
windstaff
kitana at my side in my hand sacred
scrolls
the blade reaps the souls words clash with frontal lobe
i journey the countryside sunrise to
sunset
thru bloodshed from foes neck i remain unchecked
suspect at large down this lone
path i march
throat parched from dry wind i remain unhealed
scarred from the years i dodged
enemy spears
and nights i lost love from the one
i dried tears
no one to swear allegiance to while i roam presestined
and strengthened as my wisdom remains unquestioned
left in the wreckage of this rite of
passage
casualties and threats flee
i remain a savage
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:04 AM UTC
dust thick in the air—
he kneels; hands clasped tight around
the tsuka. his fate.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
The moon is my only companion among the nights, my two swords are always available to retaliate, but from this path I seek to move away. My oath is to protect justice against everything I dare to confront, even if for this my life I should sacrifice. As much as I seek peace, war always finds me and drags me back to hell. The cherry blossoms fall and stain the floor pink, and with my sword I pinch with vivid red that I draw from my enemies. But where will this come from? I just want to live in peace, but the sword is and always has been the fate of a Samurai.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
****
The only real word that best describes this situation
Used as an insult, for example...
**** you Woody, for making an amazing man
A far better ************* poet than you
Be removed from this site
**** your supporters
And I don't mean those who like his writes
I mean, they're okay
But **** all those who support his alternates
Big Bad Wilf and all that
R, and whatnot
**** them, you do not understand
The capacity of my frustration
That such trolls would exist
In a place as supposedly pure as this
An even bigger ****
Because I no longer have contact with him
Picking off my supporters huh?
Or just going, **** it
Let's shoot down the real "problem" here"
**** you Woody
There is a special pit in Hell
Reserved for your ilk
Just
****
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
Yeah I get it Woody
You ******* show off
You're a ******* archaeologist
Go dig up a new thing to impress me
So I see you love dogs?
What's a ******* wolf, *****
"Uh I don't know isn't it a canine"
So too is a wolf
You love us?
Come get some
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
"Reach for the stars..."
A pity I can't because
I have a problem to deal with
And I can't be ignorant
I'm going to ask a few questions
If that's okay with you?
You may be saying, "why so nice now?"
Just wait for the abuse
Label this as YipYap,
I don't give a ****
Because I'm a predatory enemy
And you're literally a sitting duck
What I wanna know is,
How do you sleep at night?
Do you tuck your son in
Tell him everything's alright?
"Had a good day on the mean machine
And don't you know it kid,
That I managed, once again,
To be a cancerous little ****
"Apparently I'm starting to sound like
A badly scratched disk
Because punk, **** and woof *****
Are the only things I use to dis."
Like come on man,
At least be creative
Here I am, once again,
Rewriting your narrative
A story to be told
Been three days and it's getting old
Once was a front page hit
But now all copies have been sold
I thought as one grew older
He was supposed to mature
But you keep being worse than me
No sir, you ain't an entrepreneur
You can't construct ****
You just keep repeating
Even when it doesn't work
Your heart keeps pumping and bleeding
You play the pity party a tune
One that's supposed to warn
Everybody else about me
And how my sanity is gone
Go ahead, message my followers
They don't like you
Nobody in their right minds, with this knowledge
Would follow suit
Because you crazy *****
And a ******* funny ****
Tell me how you feel about me,
You ******* little runt!
Call me a woof *****
Do it, it turns me on
That's what I would say if I were you
With my head messed and so wrong
I own every name you throw
I wear them like a mask
So you won't see me coming when I hunt you down
And **** you in the ***
With words I use to ******
Theses words give me some pleasure
There's amusement in torture
It's infinite, a countless measure
Am I that annoying fly to you,
Buzzing around your head?
Like a vulture to carrion
Feeding off the dead?
When you go home tonight
Will you tell your son you're stressed?
Sit on his bed, hands on your head
Saying, **** I've made a mess?"
I want an apology
Honest and sincere
Because in your words I sense no hurt
So keep going, I have no fear
You do not own me,
I'm Ronin Okami
A masterless wolf who owns
A vocabulary army
And we a duo,
Wolfspirit and I
And together we gonna smash you
By dropping from the sky
Surprise!
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC