It's in my heart and always on my mind.
I can't lie; I think of it all the time.
At early dawn and late in the midnight hour.
I can see it, I can feel it, and I often dream about its beautiful power.
Some say I'm crazy...
Hmmm? Maybe they're just lazy.
Others ask, "Is it worth it?"
Well, naysayers are going to 'nay,' so
I'll keep pushing and pulling it.
I'm tending the bars; that's right, I'm bartending.
I'm pushing and pulling, and I'm not pretending.
Yes!
Pushing and pulling for my health,
Fighting and grinding for invaluable wealth.
Living sprightly on the bars, pushing up off Mother Earth,
The pump in my chest, the shakiness in my legs, and the sweat on my brow show their worth.
Getting over the rope and making quick bursts across the land,
This beautiful obsession just continues to grow, and most will never understand.
It doesn't feel good, sound good, or look good when I'm going through it.
But there is a beautiful pain that hurts so good, just knowing I'm staying fit.
With each rising sun and every shining moon,
My obsession remains, and it's going nowhere soon.
Hard work: body
Smart work: brain
Possible: easy.
The thing I least look forward to,
The root of my financial ills,
Is the vile administration
Of my monthly pile of bills.
You'd think a single guy like me,
Whose needs and wants are all but nil,
Could whiz through funds manipulation
When it comes to paying bills.
It's the interest on the principal
Of credit card accounts that kills
And perpetuates extenuation
Of MasterCard and Visa bills.
Man cannot live by cash alone,
Hence the propensity of credit mills,
And the gross accumulation
Of large revolving charges bills.
But when statements say there's naught to pay,
Oh, how that "zero balance" thrills!
No refund as remuneration,
Just dismissed from that long list of bills.
My credit's good, I shouldn't brood
Upon this fiscal tribulation,
But if I had my druthers,
I'd druther hide out in the hills
Than face the monthly calculation
Of my bills, bills, bills.
Maybe I just needed a hand
A hand to show there is someone
Someone who genuinely cares
Cares that I lack trust
Cares that I lack faith
In me ... sometimes
Maybe I just needed a patient hand
A none judgemental hand
An open hand
That didn’t hold pent up tension
Cramping with every tentative grasp
Maybe in the face of uncertainty
That was the only hand I needed
A strong hand
To lead me through a fragile state
To my old handstand
That didn’t require any physicality
- my own mental handstand-
J-ust let Saturday night pass,
E-vading the twelfth February;
S-unday delight has come,
S-haring the glorious glee.
A-llow the dusk to fade,
M-orn is about to break;
A-iming to bring gladness,
E-nding the pain and ache.
B-e able to do exercises,
U-sing various techniques;
A-llow your body to move,
G-ain strength from calisthenics.
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