southern, technical wrestling style
a tech and grapple style. a
Spinebuster and DDT
as signature moves and
and a tough, tough demeanor
Becoming a world champion means
achieving the highest possible honor
in a sport or discipline, requiring
extraordinary dedication, talent,
and mental fortitude to be the best
in the world. It signifies being a globally
recognized winner of an elite
international competition, and for
many, it represents the culmination
of a lifelong pursuit of excellence
and a profound sense of achievement.
widespread respect and admiration felt
for someone or something on the basis
of a perception of their achievements or quality
I wonder day and night what is that I lack.
My demons in my head tell me it's you that no one likes.
The consciousness In my head pushes me towards my fantasized flawlessness.
The glory of excellence puts a hefty consequence on thyself.
Seductive as it is my mind bears the repercussions.
The World as it is puts me on a grand pedestal.
My breasts fills with all the glory, but in her mind I'm not Satisfactory.
In a pursuit of excellence
All the effort, no violence
Not an endless, bourgeois voyage
Have all the possible courage
Need not be a total silence
In a pursuit of excellence
When serenity knows no bounds
Tranquillity always rebounds
It's a hard work, not at random
With knowledge and faith in tandem
In a pursuit of excellence
With honesty in corpulence
Be careful, no one could be harmed
It's all peaceful, no one be armed
Prime's to be the benevolence
In a pursuit of excellence
Jan 27, 2016.
For the contest 'SHOW ME QUATERN POETRY! (I Like Mine Rhymed)'
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Part of the denominator,
extraordinary matters level off
and find the lowest trough.
The so-called experts
joust with the pretenders,
and they are wrestling still.
In days of yore the Seer
would proclaim the truth,
accepted by the old, the youth,
whereas for now we do His will.
Are we shackled, are we freer,
hungrily our mouths to fill?
Time will not stand for surety,
the prophet's exhortations gone to dust,
while totems crumble, metals turn to rust,
we try to compromise, a bitter pill
for those who crave acerbity
and swear our bliss to spill.
Were we to strike good earth,
avoid all roiling undulation,
seek and hold a firm foundation,
and ascend the highest hill,
then would excellence be realized for what it's worth,
and our hopes and dreams we would fulfill.
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