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I am 30 years old and started Martial Arts when I was 7, I began training in Danzan Ryu Jujitsu as well as Kenjuryu Kenpo Jujitsu Under Professor Sig Kufferath and Shihan Russ Rhodes, when I was 13 I began training in Judo and eventually joined the San Jose State Judo Team, at 21 I began training in Inayan Escrima under Suro Jason Inay, I am currently living in Buenos Aires Argentina where I continue to train.

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    It Burns

    It burns, like the cut of a knife

    unknowing I walk about

    carrying an open wound upon my soul

    So sharp as to go unnoticed

    until in a moment I am undone

    bleeding upon the floor

    watching slowly as it drains

    the pain so sweet and sharp

    I scream but no one hears me

    I scream but no one cares

    It burns, like the cut of a knife

    silently I walk about

    carrying my heart upon my sleave

    to heavy to go unnoticed

    until in a moment I let go

    dropping it broken to the floor

    watching slowly as it beats

    my need so sharp and sweet

    I call a name but you don't hear me

    I call your name but you don't care

    It burns, like the cut of a knife

    quickly I walk away

    carrying my love

    to painful to go unnoticed

    until in a moment I let go

    setting the burden upon the floor

    watching as i slowly heal

    my need so sharp and sweet

    I say my name but you don't hear me

    I say MY name and I am free.

    Wings of Steel

    and I flew so high on wings of steel

    glowing red hot yet do not feel

    as you see with eyes both blind and clear

    moving further away chased by fear

    want is nothing yet all there is

    you turn away and freedom lives

    but tarnished with lies that hold me back

    I look upon you and feel the lack

    of what once was there but lives no more

    burned away, a virgin and whore

    who gives my all while holding on

    to something so long ago gone

    the way of stories and unspoken words

    clouded by thoughts no longer heard

    clouded by fire so hotly burned

    itself to ashes so nothing lives

    for two people with nothing left to give.

    Buenos Aires

    Buenos Aires is singing the song of my heart

    And though my tears are not falling

    The city streets are slippery with sadness

    and the sky is gray with pain

    O Buenos Aires

    how I wish to see your sunny days again

    smiling down upon me, where I make my home

    but tomorrow I leave you for another

    whose pull is so different from your own

    and so the question begs to be answered

    O Buenos Aires city of my soul

    when will I walk once more in your shadow

    when will I be so free again?

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