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Ya wanna go on the chase?
Ya better pick up your pace!
This guy knows what it takes.
Warmed up and ready to race.
Got body and mind ready to go.
Take a long look at this gun show.
Been grinding hard, putting in reps.
Racking up miles & tracking steps.
Slowly amping up the difficulty.
Running overrides for atrophy.
Gaining mass full of raw power.
Taxing my limits at least an hour.
It takes consistency, effort and time.
To grow strength that looks sublime.
Showing both on the inside and out.
Punching that fat right in the snout.
At bed stretching it loose to wind down.
Feel the growth pains, willing to frown.
Recovery stacking up the lean tissue.
The nonstop uphill journey is my issue.
The end of this is nowhere to be seen.
Sliding into a force of fibers that’s lean.
Supporting this life and all my dreams.
To be the best I can be for all my teams.
-Inspired by my temporary English instructor, Mr. Phinizy
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Evening had diminished to night; how very quickly did She fly
It is funny how quickly time passes, as if our brains tweak the clocks of life
The night was of moderate warmth, and my house suffered terribly still
And with the stifling heat inside, many hot questions filtered through my mind
I asked myself, Where did the summer go? Why must our suns die?
Why is it sweltering in September? Why has sudden anger blown her aside?
I really need some sleep, thought I, looking at my face through the murky glass
Tracing dark circles under my eyes, I was reminded of sagging Death longing to ensnare me
Yes, Death followed me that night, dwelling upon me, boiling away the autumn breeze
As I looked into my sleep-deprived eyes, I knew Death waited for my ultimate slumber,
When all commemoration of time, that flew so rapidly before, suddenly just…stops.
With many a sigh, I turned on the faucet, soaking my hands in the cool, flowing water
I needed some relief from the heat…I needed a refreshing new idea, I needed cleansing
Anything to clear my mind of the negativity daring to break me every day of my life
For such depressing thoughts spewed forth like a wild river, the rapids racking my brain
But these waters were not living; they were dead and hot like blue blazes of hell
I turned off the faucet, for there was no Balm on this earth to sooth this soul
There was no clock on this earth tweaked enough to return me to earth
The warm breezes, the sickly pale cast of many thoughts had driven Her away
And though the everlasting sleep of Death sounded soothing, the Balm does not assuage me…
It only burns forever, in obstinate constancy; angered to the core,
That night stuck in this fractured rhyme of time, I was up late…too late
Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned “barbe à papa” - winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed in gold, with their brassy red and blond manes, as they hopped, like slow-motion rabbits, in circles beneath wreaths and garlands of colored lights.
My watch jiggled me awake, mid-dream. I was bemused. It took me a moment to orient myself. I groggily pushed the sheets off and performed a big stretch. It's Monday morning, I think. “Alexa, what’s today?” I ask, to be sure. “It’s Monday, April 25th,” she says.
A beautiful, if cloudy spring morning was going to bloom on the other side of my jacobian glass windows - any minute now. At least according to my weather app. “Alexa, good morning,” I say, to start my rattling, sputtering, steampunk sounding coffee maker.
College time is warped, measured more in deadlines than minutes. There’s no plan other than your class or test schedule and let me refresh you on the rules – there are no rules, I’m free to do whatever I want. I actually chuckle at that thought.
College is transformative but there’s a hoary sameness to it. Read, discuss, review and test - wash, rinse and repeat. This morning is reserved for test review. I have a final this morning - well, sort of.
Some classes have a quintet of tests instead of a big midterm and nerve-racking final. It smooths out the stress, but you still have an almost forensic exploration of ideas, and you want the answers queued-up, ready for easy access.
I quickly washed and donned my workout-wear. A glance at my watch told me I was right on time. I’d loaded my shoulder bag last night, with my book, highlighters, my phone, Air-Pods and a water bottle. I grab it as I head out. I’ll do my review on the treadmill.
Anna opens her door just as I do mine - perfect. We’re off to the gym.
With the rising of the sun it feels at last as if all is right with the world
for a moment
Watching the dazzling colors light up the sky
Almost as if the day is saying What are you doing being so lonely for
Get over yourself and appreciate this vast world while you still can !
Realizing in this feeling of once lost hope and love that the only thing
that is going to stop you from reaching your goals is you ! Wow !
Racking your brain in millions of wonders at how you ever let yourself
get this way
How could you go so far off the tracks that you forgot why you were
travelling them in the first place O sure there is bound to be things that
will bring you down But now you can see above that and see the result
in the end Grinning from ear to ear in pure ecstasy as you grasp the
unbelievable reality starring you right in the face Its not too late !
So get up and get out there fill the world with the colors of your life
Dont you think enough time has been wasted
Joy lifts you up high into the rainbows of possibilities dancing on the
clouds of air It feels so good to lose that baggage you have been carrying
for so long Never even really understanding where it came from in the
first place Your dreams feel so close that you can reach out and fill your
soul with them forever Dont be another plastic mind make them sit there
in funny confusion asking themselves over and over again why is she so
overflowing with grace and faith so determined knowing that the pointless
things we worry about in life arent worth it So now shes thinking outside of
the box ... Amazed at the clarity of life thats always been right in her hands
She was just too stubborn to look
Customary rites
For modern day marriage;
Ancient following
Spring cleaning
Ritual seizures fling;
Fatigue turns to mock
Describe your day
Okay To-Do List;
Unfinished business loiter
Silence speaks easy
Nothing need be said;
Stillness obeys
Fruit basket full
Spiced variety;
Fortune cookie message
Lucky numbers
Lottery stakes;
Win or lose big time!
Laughter lingers
Kitchen commotion;
Menu plan review
Washing dishes
Racking and stacking;
Maximize usage
Decide now
Not to decide when;
Tentative passage
Supermarket queue
Long and winding road;
Impatience at check-out
Telephone call:
Can you come?
Where and why prompts
Sad dreary day
Old friend gone;
Heavenly recall
Eulogy unheard
Nobody came;
Sorry aftermath
Sanguine moment
Melancholy greets;
Sorrow weeping
Leon Enriquez
29 June 2014
Singapore
Been at the Uber game since 2019.
Got in the booming gig work scene.
Needed a part time job outside retail.
Something allowing me to write my tale.
Giving me the chance to pick my hours.
And walk away if the situation sours.
At first there were hardly any jobs.
Doordash passed me all the lobs.
They were quick absorbing restaurants.
Feeding new needs of the eaters wants.
They grew while Uber was preoccupied.
Rideshare was #1 with delivery on the side.
When COVID hit it changed the game.
Restaurants could not remain the same.
Delivery was how they would stay afloat.
The industry hurt, it’d be a lie to sugarcoat.
So while working 9 to 5, it was my cushion.
After hours I could keep my grind pushin.
When I lost a job I kept on earning dough.
Even though on my resume it won’t show.
But I chose my jobs based on what they pay.
Customers and restaurants like what I say.
Being efficient with the tasks and routes.
To limit the delays and Karen’s pouts.
Whether its a handoff or meet at door.
I never really know what’s in store.
Usually it’s smooth business and all’s good.
But things don’t always go as they should.
Items can be left out and overlooked.
The order can alter how it was booked.
Food can easily be under or over cooked.
Spills happen when items get overshooked.
But if you crack a joke or mediate.
The stress will usually dissipate.
Customers appreciate the golden rule.
So I keep their ice cream very cool.
Gotta ask for parm when they get pizza.
I need it for mine, don’t know about cha.
Gotta keep the hot food toasty in bags.
Love when orders come with printed tags.
Screenshot when funny takes place.
To share with others puts laughs on face.
The stuff that happens seems unreal.
But humor helps with tips, ya feel?
Gotta be choosy deciding which jobs to take.
To optimize how much cash I can make.
Typically I can work a solid 11 hour day.
Averaging out a respectable hourly pay.
Racking over a hundred miles in a shift.
Sadly expecting an eventual lease rift.
To offset the miles, the IRS reimburses.
At 55 cents a mile, noted in these verses.
Laugh when you are feeling upside down
Laugh when you feel like you want to frown
Laugh when you are climbing the mountain
Laugh when you make it to the top.
Laugh when you make a big mistake
Laugh with honor when you walk through the gate
Laugh when the odds are forcing against you
Fight back with dignity and laugh.
Laugh when you have to endure sleepless nights
Laugh when you have to put up a fight to survive
Laugh when the journey seems longer
Keep laughing because it won’t last forever.
Laugh when your needs are not fully met
Laugh with your might and don’t ever fret
Laugh when the bills are racking sky high
Laugh until your purposes are fulfilled.
Laugh when everyone is attacking you
Laugh when they say nasty things about you
Laugh because you know where you are coming from
Laugh, you have endured humiliation for so long.
Laugh when you are in the heat
Laugh when life gets very sweet
Laugh when you feel upset
Life with power and humility
Laugh with love and dignity.
When the day is done
And you emerge on top
Raise your hands towards the heavens and laugh.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Yup ... there's no question about it,
I'm talking about sex, and all the
Calamity and comedy that surrounds.
Yet I'm not sure if the destiny will
Defer to the clumsy, or if it will
Remain nerve-racking on all grounds.
Because seriously, it is by far the most
Common and popular topic, that virtually
Everyone is scared to death to talk about.
Starting with the basics, the birds & bees,
Before graduating to STD's, I often
Wonder if the birthrate is in doubt.
This nauseating nervousness stays with
Us always, from the first dance to the
Last nuptial that we profess.
So as long as those butterflies keep
Flittering, we might get lucky with a
Sexual encounter, I guess.
It seems ironic that something so natural,
Can bestow so much anxiety with the
Mere thought of its success.
While we fumble along, sometimes pulling
A loose foot out of our mouth, but who knows,
We've done more with less.
Racking anguish vandalize my soul,
as my pen crawls across the empty page,
leaving the mirror image of my vitality.
A futile exercise turns into self pity.
A useless effort in self agitation.
Months of inactivity has left my muse
abused, misused, defused.
It seems I can write no more.
Is that correct? Is it the writing or the muse?
Writing is discipline, a few words each day.
Do I countervail my imagination?
For subjects must be born within the soul,
that soul I forgot about months ago.
Should I dream of valleys green,
or ice capped mountain unassailable?
Is my muse so hermetically sealed.
Perhaps I'll find it again....or perhaps not.
A Silent One Contest
Mere Minutes Into May Sixth, 2019
Heron entombed within b44 man cave
at Highland Manor Apartments sitting
in catbird seat after shower and shave
attuned to silence permeating airwave
wondering what comprises silence music
to these keenly attuned ears as agave
tastes sweet on tongue curious just now
if those hard of hearing or deaf crave
distinct absence, albeit low toned hum,
sans various appliances buzzing this knave,
who relishes solitude and absolute quiet
though this facility, most appeal aye rave
constitutes very minimal cost courtesy
rental assistance, which provides us to save,
(that plural includes missus) feels a slave
hidebound to maintain tidiness, lest we
find ourselves homeless prospect I stave
off (just barely), analogous keeping wild
animal at bay, though grim prospect suave,
and debonair "FAKE" facade I don trumpet
merely self employed to distract grim fate,
which loomed large months few months gone
necessitated third automotive, repair spate
chilly linkedin (racking ma pinion), asper our
2009 Hyundai Sonata (sedan) original parts
(battery included) amazingly last years behave
ving admirably despite slew of upkeep sending
checking account into intensive care, a grave
situation kickstarting precarious mental health
(amazing how being penniless - dirt poor) brave
driver cannot withstand blistering maintenance
costs sustaining car, more money versus engrave
van tombstone, and more painful experiencing
a negative checking account balance, thus fave
veering disliking existential hardship, where entrenched
panic attacks (despite pharmaceutical magic) death gave
enticing option, cuz quotidian struggle undermines
affinity to enjoy life, liberty, blah blah to thrave.