Category: Daily living

The Inescapable Storm

As I sit here staring at the rain
A past lesson floods into my brain
2015 was the year Wilma came
Much destruction was her blame
She brought the hurricane’s bane

That Monday morning I wake to see
Hurricane dumping tons of the sea
Trees bent to their breaking point
The house shaking at every joint
Yet there’s nowhere else I can be

The oppressive winds loosen the hold
But the rain is still falling, ever so cold
I open the door to see the leftover mess
I was worried of other’s deaths, I confess,
But gathered my strength and grew bold

I make my way through all the debris
There were many a downed trees
Street lights and power lines dangling
Wind chimes were very much jangling
Wilma came, but here, she was a tease

The next few months were of rebuilding
But the Floridians were not yielding
The city was built better that it was
Which is what a people usually does
When they loose all their shielding

Then I remembered of the pine tree
A marvelous example of rebirth to see
For when the temperature thus rises,
The cone opens because it recognizes
It is time for the seeds to up and flee

But this is only part of the pine’s greatness
Because even though the tree is brainless
It knows when it needs to release the seed
Especially when the fires increase in speed
In its lasts moments, the tree gets courageous

You see, the temperature is raised by fire
So when the situation becomes quite dire
The pine tree opens its cones into the wind
So that, in time, to new tree life, it can extend
This story is meant to be one to inspire

There are times when storms are inevitable
At some point, they are even inescapable
But whether by raging fire or hurricane rain
There is so much potential for great gain
For once the old is cleared, new life is capable

The Special One

There was a child emotionally unavailable
But intellectually he was quite capable
He memorized every book on the shelf
But always kept quietly, all to himself.
To be misunderstood was unescapable

This child had an IQ of a hundred eighty
At 6, he explained the theory of relativity
He was said to be on the spectrum
As he marched to his own drum
He was a genius but had no human empathy

When a child’s mind is wired differently
We have to proceed ever so gently
A mind so brilliant, usually lacks emotion
Normal triggers to him is like an explosion
So we listen and watch him intently

A beautiful mind has much to offer us
Even if at normal things it tends to fuss
We need to protect and nurture that mind
For, after all, he is still of our very own kind
A thing we really shouldn’t have to discuss

The Immortal Guru

He gave the council a contract
In which he wanted to enact
They agreed to allow it to be
For a new life for him to see
Hopefully he’s not sidetracked

The moment came for him
As the sperm made the swim
On conception, he became
Entering into the Earth game
To parents who loved him

The incarnation of the soul
Into the earth school to enroll
What lesson was to be learned
Before his body is to be burned
Or the elements took their toll

Upon birth his memory erased
To remember he must make haste
And awaken inside this matrix
While the others play tricks
Ad not let this life go to waste

You see he chose to be born
He started on a life of scorn
But eventually found the path
That his contract did hath
All before he was too worn

He became a hatha yoga guru
And lived a life pure and true
He help many people find peace
And grow old with great ease
But then his contract was through

He was completely done and ready
He had finally reached Mahasamadhi
He had acquired the keys to light
And released his soul that night
He joined consciousness for eternity

The Unintended Mother

Pregnant before she was sixteen
Because of with who she mixed in
unenthusiastically washing dishes
All those failed dreams and wishes
Time came and the baby was seen

Suddenly all those dreams faded
She no longer felt lost and jaded
The tiny little angel reminded her
That even mistakes that occur
Can give us a life greatly upgraded

As daughter grew up and moved out
She became the best without doubt
A master of her incredible field
As Her PhD was eagerly fulfilled
But she had secret motives about

Rewinding to when the girl was ten
She found her mother’s dream bin
For all the failed dreams were saved
And the young girl’s heart caved
But after emotional tears, a slight grin

An ingenious plan had been hatched
To absorb all like a lawn dethatched
She would spend years planning
While her knowledge was spanning
And from her mother so dethatched

The plan was quite simple and neat
All those failed dreams she’d meet
But with her mother by her side
Together, experience the full ride
The “mistake” had finally turned sweet

Fat Bottom Girls

I decided to break from the mystic
For a message that’s quite simplistic
You see today a saw a poster board
It had a message that I quite adored
About a certain lower body aesthetic

This goes out to all the lasses
It’s ok for you to have fat asses
Sport those tight jeans. Be a lil spunky
Like salsa, best to be thick and chunky
And show those curves to the masses

Mind over matter

During and after a rather strenuous workout Saturday evening I shared some thoughts between my buddy.

There are many facets to working out. Technology and common human trial and error has given us solutions to many of our fitness questions. The majority is do I want to be stronger and lift dump trucks off the road in a bout of rage, or do I want to look like what the Greeks sculpted their gods/goddesses to look like?

Now I’ve almost always just stuck with strong. I’m 6’5” 300lbs currently. I’ve weighed over 260lbs for about 15 years minus a couple while I was enlisted. I’ve built strength, or simply WORKED OUT to be strong always. It seems simpler enough I thought; I’ll just pick this weight up more and more then I’ll get to this weight that’s heavier, which is a basic version of it, and to an extent it worked.

Now recently I’ve been interested in going for size as opposed to strength. This seems odd to me still that they are not the same to an extent, or so research is telling me. Yes me going into the gym and squatting 2 to 3 to 4 hundred pounds about 15-20 times in total is fine; you might be sore for a bit then repeat the process next week until you’re squatting 3 quarter ton trucks for breakfast. Now I’m a big boy with some fat on my bones and let me tell you, training for SIZE???!!! My muscles are sore about the same after the initial shock this is true, but while exercising I’ve never been out of breath as much as I am not during and after sets and my muscles have never been on fire anywhere close than they are now.

I take detailed notes at the gym to give myself some data and with my size workout we did over 250 reps PER muscle. I don’t mean 250 on arms and 250 on legs. I mean 250 on the inner quads, or Vastus Medialis alone and 250 reps on just biceps, brachialis and brachii, while also doing 1-2 hundred on triceps .

For fear of making this too long this early in the morning, all I can say is you will need to push yourself to your brink every time. Being sore sucks but feeling good and looking great does not suck. Y’all have a blessed day and be well.