What do structure, muscles and weights have in common?
Bodybuilding name shouts out
Exercise into shape
Before into after transformations
Back in the day, Bodybuilding was every young boy’s dream
Like following a movie stream
Muscles were geared to impress
At least that is what Bodybuilding magazines would suggest
Artistic form
Condition and precision
Intensity high
Bodybuilding continued to maneuver with the offspring of results
Yet, the sport of Bodybuilding has taken a different direction off course
Natural being divine
It is no longer the element, drugs became the short division, and death became the reason
Extreme beyond
Bigger and Bigger the option
Bodybuilding has truly loss its way, and it is now estray
Weight training has become an avoid
No longer the joy
Drug use after drug use
Natural to some is a refuse
Bodybuilding back in its historical day of promise
More of a letdown then be found
Beginning to an end
Muscle Magazines after Muscle Magazines started to fold
No more muscle be hold
Drugs became the threshold
The Death of Bodybuilding
Final saga of no return.
Dive board jumpers Korea Germany
Like wandering Jew eternally
No surname are necessary
Everything is transitory
Can’t remember the names of anyone from 1st to 5th grade
I wonder what it is like to have a hometown or childhood friends
Results negative incapable of forming meaningful long term relationships
High suicidal rates drug use and incarceration even more messed up than our parents
Shoulder intergenerational PTSD
Stating at Riverwalk and Alamo
Always remembering life on the road
Lonely no family
Deep shards of pain, like the rough edges of broken glass,
are embedded so deep in my heart
that I do not know if I even feel
the pain any more
"I hate you" echoes through my head
as the words you uttered to me just a few weeks ago
but your eyes are clear, not hazed over from drug use
you don't smell like alcohol or body odor
you seem excited about having a job,
life for you has changed for the better in a short time,
like you were tumbled in the sea of change
but I still hurt you by forcing you into rehab
Will you and I heal from this rift?
I am not sure if you will get over your anger from my
actions as a desperate mom,
but I see you healing physically and mentally
and I am grateful that you are alive to heal, like
broken glass tumbled in the sea to form something beautiful,
and I pray that you will one day forgive me.
Final Thoughts
To face death
openly and willingly
is not the same
as being careless.
To be careless is not to value Life
to take stupid risks
based on lazy selfish motives
like having casual unprotected sex
reckless recreational drug use
or sleepy, speedy, distracted driving.
To be careful is to take risks
in a measured way
to know the consequences
and proceed with caution,
but not without passion,
to live Life
and willingly meet death
with the simple thought
“Here I go...”
(November 2015)
Physical pain,
Arms slain,
Drunk haze,
Music faze,
Drug use,
Grab the noose,
Put it back,
Back track,
Seek advice,
Friends are nice,
Whoever helps,
But never yelps,
Do this, do that,
Or you'll be back where you sat,
Wanting no life,
No strife,
No pain,
Scars stain,
Feel the love,
White dove,
Symbol of peace,
Pain will cease,
We will help, try,
Don't cry,
Just try this way,
No price to pay,
Relaxe,
No tax,
Small shove,
To feel the love.
I feel more stressed,
Then ever before.
Life delivers some blows,
That is hardcore.
My financial difficulties are
On the increase.
I hope I get out of this,
In one piece.
It looks like luck,
It is gone for good.
I have even tried,
Knocking on wood.
A general malaise,
Has found a home.
Confined to a wheelchair,
I can't even roam.
My personal problems
Exponentially grow.
It is getting harder and harder,
To go with the flow.
The cost of living is at
An all-time high.
Most of us are barely
Getting by.
I see more drug use
There are more addicts.
People are strange,
there are more derelicts
Women are losing there
Personal autonomy.
The uterus does not
Belong to democracy.
Turbo1904 ?
walks with trampolines on his feet
Cracks jokes with the mortician
Reminds you of drunk uncle Todd at any wedding ever
Chops oak trees with a single swift swing
Smartest in the room full of doctors
Success comes effortless
behind this exhausting sophisticated façade
he possesses the confidence of a failure
Misery equal to a mother
whose youngest son died in a motorcycle accident
unable to cry real tears
thirsty for affection
or to feel weightless
from the anvils on his shoulders
A never ending replay
It was the black ice's fault
not his
Blaming himself for what happened
to a dear friend
now taking an eternal dirt nap
If you knew they would you execute
Would you ugly wars prosecute
And child soldiers recruit?
The thrice- honored far being cute
But now and ever Plain Brute
And The Devilishly Mute?
If you saw combats could yield addicts
Would you pass drug-use-excusing edicts?
All that you did powerfully predict
Trends offering to easily contradict,
More shooting hands hiring,
When you should’ve ceased firing…
Try you they shall for Genocide
And compel to eat herbicide:
An In-The-Midst Weed
They don’t at all need.
I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know I got her.
Filled her script like I was a doctor.
Keep the tool with me, but, you I got them hitters on me.
Keeps me in the zone. I don’t really wanna hurt nobody.
Aye I up the burner, catch a body, then I take his hottie.
A bad boy. Yea, I’m feeling like I’m mister Lawry.
I got that splash in my swag.
Cleaner than a jag speeding down the freeway about 160 on the dash.
Shorty got that class and she ratchet I’m on her fast.
Ima Slytherin her and I'll put lil mama in a trance.
Something like a snake. I’m so smooth when I hit my dance.
All she did was glance, then her hands Slytherin my pants.
One look at the doc, and she's quick to wanna leave her man.
No explanation you already understand.
For some reason unknown to clear-thinking people
Some blame the president for everything that is amiss
[It is not his fault gas prices are surprising,
It is not his fault the temperature is rising
It is not his fault gun violence is epidemic
It is not his fault cultural racism is systemic
It is not his fault the Congress is stagnant
It is not his fault that drug use is rampant
It is not his fault folks have gone “woke”
It is not his fault with a whisper he spoke
It is not his fault he has a few years on him
It is not his fault he is healthy and trim]
Considering what he inherited from those lying sheeple,
We ought to be giving President Joseph Biden a kiss!
BRONZE WINNER
written July 27, 2021
submitted to "Biden's Leadership" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, August 28, 2021
I contemplate endings and beginnings, as the globe turns much more times than my
Better chances have burned, I feel eternity's intent to smaller or larger affairs is
Almost democratic In it's indifference, also i pick up inferrance of certain change
Yet life & death are quite unmoved, still intransigent binary bedfellows trencher men
Swallowing our life's days nights efforts, in what cause? The cause of freedom? the
Cause of consumerism? One thing I feel it cannot be for love' or honour; or equality
So if its none of the above what can we gain? What do we count as gain? Division?
Derision? Knife crime tension fear, we have the one parent familys the children in
Pre school all day, women at risk at when alone; prolific drug use, the hostility to
Creation and God' The stifling of free speech? We have all these as part of our reality
Yet more is required it seems' to redress the balance? Or should that be
Imbalance.?
I contemplate endings and beginnings, as the globe turns much more times than my
Better chances have burned, I feel eternity's intent to smaller or larger affairs is
Almost democratic In it's indifference, also i pick up inferrance of certain change
Yet life & death are quite unmoved, still intransigent binary bedfellows trencher men
Swallowing our life's days nights efforts, in what cause? The cause of freedom? the
Cause of consumerism? One thing I feel it cannot be for love' or honour; or equality
So if its none of the above what can we gain? What do we count as gain? Division?
Derision? Knife crime tension fear, we have the one parent familys the children in
Pre school all day, women at risk at when alone; prolific drug use, the hostility to
Creation and God' The stifling of free speech? We have all these as part of our reality
Yet more is required it seems' ore will redress the balance? Or should that be
Imbalance.?
Friday
Why pray
Thirteenth
Heard scream
Warning
Scorning
Drug use
Smug youths
Jason
Lays in
Waiting
Baiting
Silent
Violent
Slasher
Catch her
Smash in
Slash skin
Alice
Callous
Voorhees
Your seized
Fight back
Knife hack
Behead
Sheer dread
It’s dead
Wrists bled
Weary
Teary
Night mare
Fight scared
Sequel
Lethal.
By
David Kavanagh
Night Trip
The couple were taken by men with guns.
Handcuffed and driven far out of town at night.
A****** where the bodies are left.
The armed men threatened and acted.
Which is it? The moped or your husband?
They took the moped in return for her husband’s life.
When the threats were over and men done, they went home.
A long way in the dark far from town.
Other things were taken too like their ipad.
Was there proof of drug use or dealing on it?
For the husband was an alleged dealer and user.
On a hit list to be taken out, for drugs are bad.
Everybody agrees, no more lives be destroyed.
The husband’s life was destroyed a day later…
He did drugs for many years and he finally had to pay.
Because of his drug use, he died one year ago today.
He overdosed last year and sadly, he could not survive.
If he would've had the courage to say no to drugs, he'd still be alive.
When he first started, he smoked pot and later did worse drugs like Meth.
He grew up around the wrong kind of people and that caused his eventual death.
On June 3, 2019, his family and friends had to say goodbye.
If you also do drugs, stop it or you will also eventually die.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died one year ago today on June 3, 2019.]
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