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Steve Rowe Poetry

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These poems are my martial arts soul, each one is the result of a meditation.

Nature’s Way
They’re Not Your Friends….

The Present Is A Present
Liar, Liar Your Pants Are On Fire
Old Man On A Bench
Winter
 Sun
Like Waves On The Sea
I Can Beat The Buddha In A Fight!
Letting Go…
Inside Out
I See You
Mass Slaughter
A Walk In The Woods
The Eyes Of The Dead
A Golden Cage Is Still A Cage
The Softest Touch
A Different Tao
I’m Only Visiting
Snatching Defeat From The Jaws Of Victory
A Door Inside
A Past Life
Losing The Way
Heaven Or Hell
Zombie Or Alive
DoThe Dead Speak?
It’s A Kind Of Magic
Death In Battle..
The Training Bank
Stick A Needle In Your Eye…
A Black Belt…
Internal Or External?
The Stopped Breath…
My Immortal Soul
Inside Out…
Blind Assumptions…
Blood On Wood…

Bullying….
The Yin Factor
Martial Arts Are Defensive
Life’s Not Fair…
The Aliens have Landed!
Magpies and Monkeys
Looking Back Down Our Eyes..
Who Do You Train For?
You Can’t Stop Growing Old…
Armed Or Unarmed?
Bringing Zombies To Life
The Peng Balloon
Kata A Waste Of Time?
Like A Never Ending Circle…
Putting The Egg In The Eggcup
The Deepest Door..
Direct Transmission…
Eating Bitter..
Death Is A Warm Blanket…
Dealing With Fear
Are You A Fattist?
The Happy Button…
The Learning Process
What Happened?
Seeing With Clarity
It’s Yesterday No More
Diversity and Compassion…
The Beast That Lurks Within
You’ll Have To Kill Me…
3 Essentials To Enlightenment
Taking Or Giving?
It’s Not What You Do
Why Me?
Learning Friendship..
The Secret Of Internal Power

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They’re Not Your Friends….

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They’re Not Your Friends….

Those thousands of voyeurs you have on social media;
The people that appear to be friends all the time they get what they want from you;
Using you as a stepping stone to climb the social ladder;
They’re not your friends;
They will stick a knife in your back as soon as it suits them.

Your friends are always there;
Whether they agree with you or not;
Even if being friends with you harms their ‘social standing’;
They support you in the hard times;
Phone you when there’s no reason;
Send you jokes they know you’ll find funny.

Friends don’t need reminding that they are friends;
They are always just one call away;
Their help is never conditional;
Never an inconvenience;
They always know it’s mutual.

Martial Arts students and peers become friends;
They sweat together,
Bleed together,
Cry together,
Laugh together,
Forging memories from the fires of hell.

A martial artist has 2 families;
Both made in blood;
Shallow people will never understand this;
If you think everyone is a deceiver;
Maybe you should look at yourself?

There are diamonds on that beach of pebbles;
What you give you shall receive;
If you can stick to your guns;
Follow the ‘way’ assiduously and with honesty;
Others will recognise you soul to soul.

And they will become your true friends.

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The Present Is A Present

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The Present Is A Present

You cannot get into the future.
You cannot get into the past.
You cannot get out of the present.

Therefore time as we know it doesn’t really exist.
There is only the present.
The present does not pass through time;
Time passes through the present.

It’s important to understand this;
Guilt from what you think is the past, taints the present;
Worrying about what you think is the future also taints the present;
There is only the present.

It is all one.
It’s called the ‘present’ because that is what it is;
A gift for you to engage with;
Untainted, you can enjoy it fully.

And time takes care of itself.

 

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Liar, Liar Your Pants Are On Fire

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Liar, Liar Your Pants Are On Fire

I’m looking for truth;
I hate being manipulated;
When I meditate,
I discover who I am,
And what I really think.

Everything around me is a lie;
Every lie wants to be a part of me;
And take over my soul;
Each one manipulates me;
And tries to determine how I think.

Religion is a lie.
Nationality is lie.
They don’t exist;
They are made up by people;
And yet we are expected to fight to the death over them.

Money is not real;
Only numbers on a spreadsheet;
Yet because of it people starve to death;
Get sick and die;
Are homeless and live in poverty;
Whilst others accumulate everything.

We are expected to buy into everything;
The billionaire one percent,
Tell the millionaire politicians,
To tell us what to think and who to hate;
Are we really that stupid?

The corporate media tell us what to desire;
How we should look,
Who and what to hate;
And try to structure our thinking;
Keep moving, keep desiring;
DON’T STOP AND THINK!!!

The corporate film makers create universes,
Marvel, DC, Star Wars, the more lies the better;
DON’T LOOK AT REALITY!!!
DON’T LOOK AT THE NAKED EMPEROR!!!
THERE IS NO TRUTH!!!
Keep giving us your money…

Liar, liar, your pants are on fire;
Everything is burning;
Everything is impermanent;
We are all one – animate and inanimate;
There IS another way;

All you have to do is to be still;
Apply critical thinking;
See through the lies;
Find your true self;
And live from the inside out.

 

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Old Man On A Bench

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Old Man On A Bench

Made me jump.
I thought he was a statue;
Just sitting there staring into time;
People reach that age where they become invisible;
Not fitting into social norms….

He was bolt upright.
Neck firmly against his collar;
Back ramrod straight;
Breathing imperceptibly;
No wonder I thought he was made of stone..

I was transfixed.
I wondered what his life had been;
What had he done?
What had bought him to here, now?
What could he teach us?

We used to revere age and experience;
Now we worship youth and stupidity;
Dignity is sadly a thing of the past;
The grey hair is often dyed, the wrinkles botoxed;
Many now ironically wear their arse fat on their lips…

Yet here was discipline;
Stillness, posture and focus;
Experience worn with grace;
Ready to pass away without passing on;
No-one stopping to learn.

Everyone has a story;
Something to teach;
Life’s scars give experience;
The aged have much to give;
But humanity has lost their ears.

Soon there will be a space.
No human statue on the bench;
Experience and knowledge yielded to the ether;
People dancing and Snapchatting;
Whilst another library burns to the ground.

 

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Like Waves On The Sea

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You’re born out of this world – not into it;
An important difference,
Like waves are born out of the sea,
They are still the sea,
Made up from it,
Still joined to it,
And return to it.

So we are born out of this world,
Are still a part of it,
Made up from it,
Nourished by it,
Still joined to it,
And return to it.

We are truly ‘at one with the universe’;
Whether we know it or not;
When we ‘know’ it – life is easier,
We are like we are,
Because everything is as it is;
And we are always in the right place at the right time.

The universe doesn’t have human values;
Pain and suffering exist because happiness and joy do,
You can’t have one without the other;
Time is only a spiral in infinity,
All lifetime’s are actually the same length,
One life long.

Acknowledge what exists;
But don’t cling to it, let it pass,
Pain, suffering, happiness and joy,
2 sides of the same coin;
If you cling to any you will suffer;
For they are impermanent and do not belong to you.

Impermanence, dissatisfaction and no self,
The 3 marks of existence,
Observe their truth,
And life and death become natural,
And easier to deal with.

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I Can Beat The Buddha In A Fight!

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Coming round here with all your bloody wisdom, what good’s that gonna do you in a fight eh?

The 4 Noble Truths…. ain’t gonna help you in the pavement arena – when I’m banging your head on it!

And as for you Jesus with all your parables, I’ll just kick you in ’em and even if you do come back from the dead I’ll bloody well do it again!

There is only one type of martial arts and I’m it! I’m tougher and harder that all of you! If you don’t let me beat you up in class to show it to you – you’re a pussy!

As for you kata dancing fairies and your bloody bunkai’s I’d walk straight though the lot of it and nut ya with one of my street specialities whilst you’re taking your socks and shoes off!

Kung Fu? WTF is that – I see ‘drunken style’ in the bars every night and knock all them out as well!

Compassion? I’ve got compassion, after I’ve knocked you out I’ll put you in the recovery position and take your girlfriend home to make sure she’s safe.

Have you got the message? You’re all shit apart from me. I’m the toughest, hardest, meanest guy on the internet!

I gauge everyone by whether I can beat them in a fight. Doesn’t matter if their cleverer than me, wiser than me, more successful than me…. I can still beat the shit out of them so I win!

It’s ‘martial’ that means the art of war, how to win in a fight – what do you mean? ‘Budo’ means ‘to stop the spear’ yeah by fighting it FFS…

‘Kung Fu’ means time and effort? well I practised by biting ears off in the real world!

‘Wado’ means peace and harmony? well they’re a bunch of pussies anyway…

‘Goju’ means the balance of hard and soft? Aikido means the way of harmonising internal energy? – well what did the Romans ever do for us eh? I’d beat them all in the street.

The fact is that if you can’t beat everyone in a fight on the internet you’re useless and I can so I win.

Anyway I’m off to polish my camo trousers and knuckledusters and watch the Karate Kid hoping that The Cobra Kai guy wins this time round….

 

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