[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
You Lanky, i take what you said in stride, because i know you are joking, you are a big goofy, lanky, retard monkey, who apparently (thanks to some insight from your poetry) pounds butt.[/quote]
You know me so well yet you say we are strangers. 
[quote]attydeb2005 wrote:
[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
[quote]attydeb2005 wrote:
Off topic, but I just checked your pics. How big are your arms??[/quote]
20 inches.[/quote]
Awesome[/quote]
=) Danka
[quote]LankyMofo wrote:
Oceans of sweat, dripping down my balls
I hear a crash as each drip falls
I grunt like a pig, struggling with weight
The guy spotting me wants to be my mate
He leans over, sporting a chub
I lean back and give it a rub
He likes me more as I complete the deed
Workout is over, it’s time to feed
Food tastes good, my sweaty balls are finally dry
Such a weird workout, I didn’t even know that guy
What do you guys think?[/quote]
Fucking awesome.
Awesome
not enough evil though
THERE, you happy now Lanky?! Your wonderful poetry totally shadows my crap =(
Im totally putting a frowny face under you in my diary tonight…
I was going to start my own thread for it but I don’t like all the attention.
Lies!
Alright, i’ve written a couple out before, so here are a few. Although it isn’t as good as your’s akuma, but here they are anyways. Here goes.
I woke up today, and i thought damn what a crappy day, i got to work out, and i have no energy. Then i started to awaken from my sleepy daze, and i remembered why i got to work out. I remembered that feeling inside of compassion and relentless desire for my goals. That itch that won’t go away no matter what you do, you can only temporarily relieve it by getting to the gym. The desire to succeed started as a faint whisper, but as i continued to wake up, it became a dull roar. It continued to increase with feverish intensity, until i got in the gym, by that time i felt invincible, nothing can stand before my mighty and terrible will. I will crush all obstacles untill i stand at the end of the day, completely content and serene with myself. Everyday this same cycle repeats itself, day after day, never relenting, never defeated."
So i ask, are you awake yet?
(i have a couple of variations of this one^)
Here’s another.
Each day I awake broken and battered, weak and tired I arise. As I struggle to awake from slumber land, everything starts coming back. The anger, the desire, the drive and compassion to be a champion tapping away at my heart and soul, quickly accelerating until itâ??s hammering away relentlessly. As it hammers away, new strength oozes into every pore of my being, strength of mind and body so overwhelming that I get an itch, an itch that I can only get a temporary reprieve from by hitting the gym and giving it my all. Leaving everything I had in the gym. When I step out of the gym an unknown peace washes over me like a gently rolling wave. Every day the cycle repeats, ever relentless, never tiring the passion and desire consumes me in its entirety
Another!
One, two, three, arrrrrhhhhhhh! Muscles burning, aching and screaming for relief. I stare at myself in the mirror, my eyes burning of intensity, fire and determination burn into my brain my motivation. No longer do I feel the aches, the burning or fatigue. Instead in its place raw unbridled energy courses through my veins like lightening, full of fury and frightening intensity. Again I assault the weights and my weaknesses anew with fire and determination. As I briefly rest for my next set, the eyes full of burning intensity, fire and passion burn into me the desire to never surrender and relentlessly attack the focus of my fury.
This one is deeply personal to me. I call it “Delt Raises for an Absentee Dad”
I adjust the seat. Click-click-click, then a groan.
The machine is meant for the average human. I’m an outlier.
The seat groans, then falls silent.
Silent, like my father half-heartedly lip-synching “Happy Birthday” to me.
In go the pins. Clank-clank. 80 pounds left, 80 pounds right.
Delt Raises today. On the delt raise machine. But I’m more machine than it.
YOU HEAR THAT DAD?! That’s self-confidence, rekindled from your attempt to extinguish it.
You missed an ember, dad. The ember consumes me.
UP go the Herculean stacks! My deltoids twitch. Striations like an undersea map of a…striated piece of ocean floor. These deltoids are a gift.
A GIFT, DAD! But not from you. You gave me wallpaper samples for Christmas. I still remember taping cardboard to my feet so I could go fetch you your Marlboros from the corner store.
UP! My torso hugs the padded seat. Warmth envelopes me. WHERE WERE MY HUGS, DAD?!
It goes on for 6 more pages. If anyone would like me to post the rest, please let me know.
[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
THERE, you happy now Lanky?! Your wonderful poetry totally shadows my crap =(
Im totally putting a frowny face under you in my diary tonight…[/quote]
You expected to beat Lanky in a “Battle of Bullshit?” You are a silly little (big) man…
Professor X grins:
A hamburger gently grills,
Somewhere a noob cries.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Shut the fuck up
and lift.
Had to clean the sweat up with a mop
'Cause I’m squatting my way to the top
My girl wanted more
But my ass was still sore
So I fucked her, but she was on top
[quote]SteelyD wrote:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Shut the fuck up
and lift.[/quote]
Your martinis, they come with vermouth
You think you’re cool with your gold tooth
You better shut the fuck up
You’ll be hearing what’s up
'Cause SteelyD’s in here speaking the truth
[quote]SickAbs wrote:
[quote]Otep wrote:
I’m calling BS. No way Akuma wrote that on his own.
I’m betting his spotter did at least half the work.[/quote]
Im sry but I lauged. haha.
Come on, this is why we love T-Nation![/quote]
X2 Otep brings the Lulz.
Akuma, I’m sure thats a real nice heartfelt poem and all, but it does come off as pretty lame. Why don’t you do a heavy metal ballad and we will all probably appreciate it more. We are basically cavemen after all, hell just run in here and wave around a burning branch, you’ll have the forums mezmorized for an hour.
V
[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
I like how this thread moved towards Feces, since that’s obviously the Chocolaty center for some of you. Lol once again i say, if you dont enjoy poetry, or dont have a taste for what i say, dont post. I really dont see how this is difficult. Its like me walking into a Line dancing bar, even though i hate Country, so i can stand there and mock them doing it. Lol Some of you really need to grow up.
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Uhhhhh, this is exactly the reason Kareoke is popular. To mock people who think they just did something that was good or awsome when really it was embarrasing. Don’t get mad though, next time I do something silly or stupid I fully expect everyone to mock me, how else am I supposed to know when I do something stupid.
V
Nice work, Akuma.
Eat like a hog.
Work like a dog.
Sleep like a log.
That’s all I got.
[quote]Vegita wrote:
Why don’t you do a heavy metal ballad and we will all probably appreciate it more.[/quote]
There behind the keyboard he sat
Just blathering about this and that
He says he wants metal
And yet he did settle
For an avi with an ugly ghey hat
lol what do i care if it came off as lame to some? Perhaps it came off as inspiring to just as many, and thats all the matters. And i don’t like to think of us as cavemen. I think that’s just a front, a cover used by those who just don’t know how to articulate they thoughts and feelings. It’s one reason i love Kai Greene. YEa he has a fantastic physique, but his mind was the true catalyst. That man came from nothing, but he pushed, never allowing himself to be deterred, dealing and resorting to some things most of us would never think of, and was revealed to be a true diamond in the rough. He believes in the strength of the mind, and the power behind it.
And so i write, annoyed by some, inspiring others. I love writing, to paint a picture with my words. To be able to close your eyes and simply visualize events, because i believe in their power…
I miss GB:(