ShadowboxingA Poem by Jeremiah Castelo De GuzmanA poem about my daily morning exercise, as I envision a shadowy figure representing all self-doubt and insecurity, of which I thoroughly dispose of through boxing.My shoulders are well oiled axles, my fists are cannon balls I am an uncompromised, uninhibited, and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness I am the statue of fastholding, chiseled down from black diamond by the strong hand of craftsmanship I am chaos's more stable second cousin, and favored uncle to the prodigals, the proliferates, the princes, and the prodigies I am the lion's heart beat, the war drum's sporadic syncopation I am the wolf pack's collective sixth and seventh senses, keen on the scent of blood, fear, and impending annihilation I will not sway to the breath of your voice nor will I stagger at the wind your weather weaves Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused intolerance, behind which is a wall, and behind that wall, an army I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once should my name birth from your lips I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles, and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour I promise to empress upon you pressure, of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo, as you spiral downward into abysmal forgottenness Now heed my words with intent lest you risk the fate of faded bewilderment May God be my strength as I destroy you Eviscerate you Annihilate you I will obliterate you until the only remnant of your very existence is but a vague memory, of a fleeting idea in a dream inside a dream inside a coma. © 2013 Jeremiah Castelo De GuzmanReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 14, 2013 Last Updated on October 14, 2013 Tags: conflict, willpower, fighting, struggle, boxing, overcoming, determination Author
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