BJJ Fighting

(* Apologies to composer Carl Douglas, Vivian Hawke, and the Deftac Cebu guys, not gays, all right?!)


REFRAIN:
Everybody was BJJ fighting
These dudes were slow as lead lightning
In fact, it was a lot frightening
They rolled, experimenting

They were funky Chinamen from Cebu Chinatown
They were choking them up, and they were choking them down
It's an ancient Japanese art, the Brazilians knew their part
From a grab into a slip, and choking from the hip

(REPEAT REFRAIN)

There was funky Norman Go and little David D.
They said here comes big Carl, lets get it on!
We slapped hands and made a stand, started grabbing for the arm
The sudden motion made me slip, now my gi’s ripped

(REPEAT REFRAIN 2x)
…make sure you have expert timing
BJJ fighting had to last all evening…


Schedule of Classes:
MWF 8-10 PM
The Loft, 4th Floor
Asiatown IT Park
Brgy. Apas, Cebu City

T-TH-Sunday 7-9 PM
Baseline Sports Complex
Juana Osmeña St.
Brgy. Capitol Site, Cebu City

Saturday 6-9 PM
“Open Mats”
The Loft, 4th Floor
Asiatown IT Park
Brgy. Apas, Cebu City

Stay

It’s been a long time
Anytime is not long enough
Anyone but you and your arrogance
Your petty ego, your petty torso
You have always known
You were inadequate
There’s nothing you have
That I want, except your body
And that’s a lot
I stammer, I falter
I yearn, I crave
You have finally given it away
Not in a huff
You are forty
Forty and small
Threescore and more
I never did learn to count
I hate, that’s what I’m good at
You are hateful
You have always been good at that
We have stayed away
From each other long enough
Damn the distance, damn the years
I dream, you scream

automatic cows (Revised); Demons rule this room

Before I realized that poetry.com was a scam, I had two poems published there, not to join their dubious contests that promised (they still do, I guess) money and fame to the winners, but just to have my poems on cyberspace. “Over 6 million records” or poems hence (poetry.com’s not mine), I sought out my contributions. These are the children I gave away.


automatic cows (Revised)
let loose on the streets
herds of cattle
who have lost their cowboys
snorting poison and thunder
racing to the darkness of the skies
never letting up
chasing heartbeats
beware if you venture
into the filthier side of the lane
their screeching hooves
might ground you
into water and dust


Demons rule this room
They laugh, swagger like they owned the world
A slice of unswept floor their kingdom
Slippery with spit and feces
The children of their profanity
Their glee echo in the air around them
Fat and putrid, wrapped in clothes
purchased from knockoff shops
Orphans of vanity, jealousy and power play
Growing up with memories of eternal fire
Showering in urine of fastidious filth
They insult, tend rumors -- mongers of strife
Intrigue is bread and butter, life of death
Sinking in the mud of mediocrity
Self-delusions, illusions in the dark
Half-eaten peacock struts; heathen moth's pet
Lick salt off tortured bodies, beaten minds
Bear false witness on the supposed ordinary
They are kings, queens of empires in the mind
Of fire that burns like dried leaves soaked in kerosene