A Trip Through the Mind of Akuma...

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[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
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…[/quote]

Not to get on you bro, but that’s some of the most pretentious, fake, overblown bullshit that I’ve ever seen. That’s just some corny crap.

You want a real-ass dude, look at boxing’s Nazim Richardson.

That’s a real dude, someone who had a stroke and was paralyzed and fought back to be the BEST in his game.

Save that poetry bullshit for the daycare center.

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Fake overblown bullshit? That is some ignorant ass shit to say. Once again, if you dont enjoy what i write, Dont comment. How is this such a difficult concept for some of you? I swear, you just post so you can read what YOU wrote and press people’s buttons. Take that egotistical Macho bullshit elsewhere.

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You post it here, I get to comment. That’s how the internet rolls. Get over it.

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haha, fantastic…

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[quote]FightinIrish26 wrote:
You post it here, I get to comment. That’s how the internet rolls. Get over it.[/quote]
The Irishman has a point.

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On the web it’s too easy to diss
Especially when something’s amiss
But win won’t be tasted
And your time will be wasted
If you keep arguing dumb shit like this

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Now before you guys crucify Irish! He’s trying to quit smoking, so he’ll be angrier than usual.

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The conda made me go and go,
clock ticked on while weights moved up
though my citrisy drink tastes like steel
I grabbed the bar and squeezed that shit
that weight went up every bit
I growled and roared and ignored all the stares
a last swig of conda now to rip up some more.

day five using Anaconda, more sore than ever but thats on account that I’ve been pushing myself about 1.5 times as hard (I’d like to say twice as hard). Slightly higher weights, slightly stricter form, a few more reps. Its adding up on my body.

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[quote]PimpBot5000 wrote:
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.
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Do it.You give us this much to read, you owe it to us to give us the rest.

I dont know if I was supposed to laugh but…wallpaper samples :smiley:

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Beneath the dark sky we stood face to face
The fierce wind biting in a cold embrace
I stood my ground, gazed into its eyes
A demon form in a human disguise
Lightning strikes, thunder shakes the plain
As if on cue it’s eyes turn to flame
With a smile it lets loose a horrendous shriek
An unearthly blast that devours the weak
Yet I stand firm, unfazed, hands steady
Blade in my grip, for war I am ready
With a cackle it summons a blade ethereal
It seeks to inflict the pain it can’t feel
It lunges at me, a maelstrom of rage
Nowhere to run, I’m cornered, caged
With a bellowing cry our two blades meet
For me on this day there will be no defeat
Slashing and parrying with a speed surreal
Training takes over, there is nothing to feel
Soon my blade is deep in its chest
I give it a twist and it’s dead like the rest
The beast defeated, the battle is won
Of my valour, songs will be sung
Now the image wanes as I wake from my dream
A man once again, or so it would seem
Not just a man, I am destined for more
For me the Gods surely have something in store
So I cross great plains, traverse wooded glades
Taking care all along to keep sharp my blade
I hone my craft on raiders and beasts
Using their carcasses for bonfires and feasts
I always stand ready to test the will of Fate
For 'tis only defeat for which the dull blade waits

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[quote]imhungry wrote:
I miss GB:([/quote]

x1,000,000

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LOL WTF talk about jumping the shark

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[quote]andrew_live wrote:

Do it.You give us this much to read, you owe it to us to give us the rest.

I dont know if I was supposed to laugh but…wallpaper samples :D[/quote]

Yep, wallpaper samples for Christmas. Sent my brother and I to school with nothing but Koolaid powder for 3 years. Apparently “Red Dye #42” isn’t an essential nutrient, if my brittle bones and knock-knees are any indication.

(The poem was a joke. My dad is actually really nice)

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[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
The weight falls, crashing to the ground, (because apparently I am incapable of lowering in under control)
my body heaves heavily, not noticing the sound (I’m being dramatic here - of course I notice the sound - I just told you I didn’t notice it, therefore, I notice it)
Sweat trickles down, as i glance at the mirror, (insecurity)
body drooping, eyesight fuzzy, but it couldnt be Clearer. (the man in the mirror?)

I see a Man staring back at me, and through him another, (multiple personalities or abad attempt at poetic verse)
One looks as a child, and much younger than the other. (makes absolutely no sense…a child would be younger than a man and a child is younger by definition)
The child is weak, scared and frightened, (and so apparently is still the man)

Unknowingly he stares, with a desire to be enlightened. (good luck, it’s unlikely to happen in the weight room, in that mirror)
The Man- Full, Strong, and Upright he stands, (can the man truly be strong and upright if he was apparently built upon the crumbling foundation of the scared little child?)

Peers towards the future, strength emitting from his hands. (are you a superhero now? strength emitting thru the hands? Bruce Leroy perhaps?)
And there i lay, lingering between the two, (lingering indeed; are you strong, or weak?)

One a past visage, the other a preview. (a preview…aah, yet another contradiction. So you are not strong, upright yet? A moment ago you stood upright, strong, with power emitting from your hands)

And with that, once again upright i stand, (you were standing upright previously. did you fall?)
My eyes focus, and my muscles tense as for my demand. (you’re not preening and flexing are you?)
I wipe the sweat back, for i am not done. (I hope you’re using a towel)

I pick my weight up, for i’ve only just begun… (only to drop it precipitously to the ground again?)

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My analysis above. You owe me $250.

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[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
…why do personalities such as yourself write in threads they care nothing about? If you dont enjoy what i wrote, if you view things differently, fantastic, keep it to yourself. I write for me, and others like me. THose who can be inspired by a word.

Isnt that something worth writing for, helping another achieve their goals? Who knows the workings of the universe. What if things DO happen for a reason, what if our actions are all woven into some cosmic thread, and what i wrote today pushed someone to work that much harder tomorrow? [/quote]

don’t go getting all dramatic on us (too late apparently). if you write for yourself, no need to “publish” it here. if you publish it here, expect critics. it’s tnation after all :slight_smile: by the way, when a verse (it’s artistic merits notwithstanding) can push me harder tomorrow, it’s time to hang up the weights are consider hormone replacement therapy.

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[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
What doesnt kill me makes me stronger. What you say is nonsense, fuels my growth. What you dont understand, i Thrive on. There are times in this world when an instant sparks the future, where a match births a forest fire. There is no telling what triggers who, or when it hits, but when it does, all will be sure.

It spawns a certain eye, an eye that is set on a goal, an eye that will not be deterred. Growth, evolution, becoming something so much more. When lightning strikes, i see beauty, i see nature, i see possibilities. A WORD can be lightning. Thats why life is so miraculous, it can change instantaneously, in a heartbeat, from nothing more than a simple pairing of letters.

For anyone who feels the same way, or enjoys reading things like this, feel free to contribute or chime in.[/quote]

tell me you’re high? you think you’re lightening now? you’re a sensitive fellow aren’t ya :slight_smile: i am feeling a certain rumble in my intestines…i’m looking for the newspaper now. is your verse responsible for setting that in motion? :slight_smile:

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[quote]SteelyD wrote:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Shut the fuck up
and lift.[/quote]

THIS. Is poetry.

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A. You fail at analyzing poetry, dont quit day job.

B. Theres a difference between Criticism and just straight flinging feces.

C. Where did i say i am lightning? I equated lightning to a word, in that a word contains power.

D. People like you dont care for poetry, which is fine. My issue with this is i dont get why you care to post. Its like those idiots on youtube who post under bodybuilding videos with names like “SteroidR4losers.” Its mind boggling. You just purposely search to cause Drama. And im the one being mocked for sensitivity? lol

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[quote]Akuma01 wrote:
A. You fail at analyzing poetry, dont quit day job.

B. Theres a difference between Criticism and just straight flinging feces.

C. Where did i say i am lightning? I equated lightning to a word, in that a word contains power.

D. People like you dont care for poetry, which is fine. My issue with this is i dont get why you care to post. Its like those idiots on youtube who post under bodybuilding videos with names like “SteroidR4losers.” Its mind boggling. You just purposely search to cause Drama. And im the one being mocked for sensitivity? lol [/quote]

You’re quite sensitive which makes this amusing. First, don’t YOU quit your day job :slight_smile: I do care for poetry, just not what you claim to be poetry. I didn’t search for this idiotic post, you made it. Get it straight. And stop being so sensitive. Get your hormones checked. And your post wasn’t nearly as deep as you think. It is far from profound.

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