Dumb bell to Barbell
Where to start
Creating the shapely body institution
Full length mirror observation
Turning weak muscle into a sensation
Planning in goal, focus, conditioning and transformation
Lift in concentrate
Pain and gain
Muscle tone
No longer weak
Becoming strong to seek
Theory of Nutrition
Eat to feed
Objective in deed
Barrier in passing defeat
Results that come out
Being confident as you move about
Own transformation story
Compliments to except
The journey in knowing you can
Determination to carry on
Achievement with every effort
Act on and still with
Patience throughout
Through the entire workout
Showcase mirror
Feeling proud thereafter
Exercise to transform
You alone
Better you to pursue
It’s all about you.
Every letter has to find a word
Words
Every word in a sentence needs to be heard
Heard
Speaking sentences of Life
Giving as unto Christ
Everything's all right -
it's God's plan that we stand
Every moment in time
Seconds turn minutes
Hours turns to a day
Everything comes to play dismay, displayed
For the seasons of harvest and harvested Seasons
Life sprung forth for a variety of reasons
That we stand that we stand upon the promises of God's plan
Always
Always
8/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
He blooms intimacy with her,
She got captivate and left unheard,
She kept on weeping and uttering
It led her to stress and discomfort,
He sat stable, greedy, needy of wanting more affection,
he didn't acquaint with her love,
Her notion lead on to put one's trust in faith and reliance,
She then executed her sense of awareness,
He wasn't interested in her, all he had a fancy for her anatomy and bodywork.
He framed her in his misdeed,
She insisted to stop and let her wannabe,
She grew stronger with no strings attached,
Her mortality got split into the illumination of Facts.
One fine day, a flame of inspiration gazed her intonation,
She reflected the melody of a light walker in preconception.
Her milestone of reaching heights were different patterns of rhythm and pauses,
All she flourished with a set of behavioural interventions and causes.
Never, no, never let me go,
Hold on to my hardened heart,
Let's join our jinxed jumbled lives,
And begin a beautiful start,
Never, no, never let me go,
Catch on to my crumbled crux,
Let's meld our mad moulded minds,
And form a free flowing flux,
Never, no, never let me go,
Grasp onto my guarded ground,
Let's build our bad, broken selves,
And arrange to alter us around.
04/03/19
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NEVER LET ME GO
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
If I were to build up a head of steam;
Not get hung up on person's scheme;
And not caught,
In the onslaught;
Ideas appeared like bright light beam.
Do you think that God is supporting my position and poems?
I kept no watch nor waited for them to produce
For I am the hunter because I’ve learned once
Once
From being the hunted
From being the hunted
the clown
the object of fascination
I kept no watch
only contentment in my heart
Compassion at the arcs of my shoulders
For I am the arc, the passion
the unwise
Yet: Look at my long hair. I must be free.
My ASPIRATIONS were TOUCHING the sky!
NOTHING could stop the way this would FLY!
EVERYTHING was on track...or so it did seem-
but....
"It Was The Build Up To A Fallen Dream!"
My VISION was FURTHER than the eye could see
Nothing...there was NOTHING that was going to STOP me!
Of ALL the crops of ideas.... "THIS WAS THE CREAM"-
but....
"It Was The Build Up To A Fallen Dream!"
My PURPOSE had meaning on ROCK solid ground!
It was DESIGNED on the basis to be SAFE and sound!
NO better motive could there be NOR a theme-
but....
"It Was The Build Up To A Fallen Dream!"
The DRIVE was INTENSE and driven to SUCCEED!
I COVERED all my bases-what MORE would I need?
It was TAKING OFF with a FULL head of steam-
but....
"It Was The Build Up To A Fallen Dream!"
My ASPIRATIONS, my VISIONS, my PURPOSE and my DRIVE-
ALL of these made me feel SO alive!!!
THIS WAS THE PINNACLE.... the ULTIMATE SUPREME....
alas....
"It Was The Build Up To A Fallen Dream!"
(WTA-IV)
Continue to push me further,
Force my vision into a raging blur,
Inevitably consumed by the vengeful fire,
Despising you with my every fiber,
Assuming me to be your personal jester for your entertainment,
With such cynical thoughts you would have me in containment,
One day you'll see the abandoned hat on the ground,
You'll search but your jester wont be found,
Till the hour you're sentenced for your heinous crimes,
Until that day I'll bide my time.
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