Poems that rhyme leave me cold
I long for words that are more bold
Give me tales full of dare
Grand knights of old and ladies fair
Battles won, feasts and laughter
stories that end, “happily ever after.”

I live in a make-believe world
people laugh at my game.
I’ve stripped away borders of reality
and walk between worlds
of fantasy layered with insanity.
Please do not cure me
save or redeem me
for I suffer not in this bliss
while you, locked in “science and truth”
live desperate lives filled with fear
telling me I’m crazy
while you drown in reality.

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I do a lot of stuff. Actually too much stuff but I am totally woking on that saying “No” thing. Hey, I’m getting there. Two days ago I finally earned my fourth stripe on my white belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. For those who don’t know, in BJJ, you are a white belt forever. It takes anywhere from a year to a year and a half to earn a blue belt. My next level is blue belt and I am stoked. 

In BJJ, the blue belt is almost as big of a deal as black belt because most people never get that far.

My Jiu Jitsu brothers.

But I constantly hear people say things like, “Oh, I’d love to write a book. I just can’t find the time.” “Wow, I’d love to do Jiu Jitsu. If I could only find the time.”