Just as fast as I can into your arms. Help me seek shelter, safety and refuge from day. Hear my darkest secrets, hear my brightest dreams; but most of all let me hear your world. Straight from your soul to mine because your beauty is breathtaking, your very words poetry. Take me in, fold me into your world. I etched my world because I saw no other choice and then in my darkest hour, I saw you. That moment changed my life, saved my life, proved I had a reason to live.
Three words typically scare a man silly but to my they make my heart burst. “I Love You” a short sentence that makes me feel alive. I pray for the strength each day to maintain discipline so I can one day, meet you at the end of each day. Kiss your eyes to sleep, plant you a rose garden. So please, darling, let me run into your arms. I love you so and miss you more. Kisses and hugs for you my dearest.
This night draws to a close, deeds done, and steps taken to reconcile the heart with reality. I pray you rest well and hold my spirit close.
As men we are conditioned as such to be meek and timid; in essence to ignore our true nature and obey. Men are and forever will be castrated by the rules of society and our social contraptions we call church and state. Even the rough man that stand ready to do violence on our behalf are leashed, bound, beaten, and held to rules that are meant exclusively stop men from achieving their limits of masculinity because we have sedated ourselves and the society we live in. We are not supposed to embrace our inner savage, to learn to throw punches, and to not only chase but fully embrace the women in our lives.
We bear battle scars, wear them with shame and point fingers at those that strut with their scars born to the world. When we embrace our inner savagery we are called monsters: however we are also capable of many kingly deeds even in our “darkest” moments. We are conditioned to love stories of the brave but when a “cowboy” emerges, the law strikes him down or he is corrupted by the media. Folk hero’s are the only hero’s we have. Put a uniform on, be the line between good and evil. Yet let us remove your abilities to fight by stopping you with papers and pens.
A battle plan must be drawn for each person so they have something to fight for. Not wealth but something deeper in ourselves. We stand by while women are sold, children are molested, and think it is societies problems to deal. Yet when the world crashes into our living rooms we are helpless to defend ourselves from the rays of the sun.
Men draw up your battle plans for there will be a time when you are tested and that time shall be soon. I guard myself with wisdom, physical strength, and a trained mind to react, defend, and then create aggression. It is not all brute violence anymore; now gentlemen, we are called to be tacticians more than ever. Fight for the woman that bears your shield for she weeps each time you adorn yourself with its presence. Fight for the unborn, the weak and meek, for those that cannot defend themselves because clearly we are need of a new breed of men. The cross, the bible, the constitution, and the law book no longer help the timid and the meek but aid those that prey on them. Clip their fangs by being ever vigilant and ready. Not always openly ready but a cool mind and sharp wit will carry farther than you dream. Let this be your battle plan, create a body ready to enact it at a moments notice, and do not stop until the time has come to retreat. Make this your oath, make this your life. Make yourself an honorable man.
Morning cardio sucks, but you have to do it to be on top of your game. I loathe cardio because it is what makes me feel weak and the only way to overcome weakness is engage your weakness head on. Dominate your weakness and take charge of your life. I don’t just do morning cardio for me, I do it so I am physically, emotionally, and mentally sound. I am creating a superior physical specimen out of myself. Someone that is the bet you have ever seen.
If I cannot make myself better than the people in your past; why should I even hope to be in your future?
Most people who say they are chasing their dreams have no clue what that means. It has become painfully obvious that many people “chase” their dreams from the comfort of their own limitations. I staked everything I have on obtaining a reputable degree, earning a coaching position fresh out of my graduate degree, and each step of the way been taken far and away from comfort. I’m not in the same state I grew up in or even in the same time zone. My friends are hours away, my family is a day away, and the girl I love is an image on the computer screen 98% of the time where as 2% of the time we are in each others arms. So please tell me when there is one day of the year that marks a day how you are two busy chasing your dreams from the couch to celebrate a friends birthday.
You have not a single clue what it means to chase your dreams and that disgusts me because you sully the idea of chasing dreams with your sorrowful rhetoric of self pity and your begging to be found by things you idolize.
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when you write something that will take someone you desperately want to hold and cherish further away from you. When their personal success means more to you than your interpersonal relationship success with them. Heart wrenching and insanely difficult to not want to be selfish with your needs that you lend hands to another achieving their success.
If only the world could follow the same ethos as I do, perhaps we would see more compassion and less selfishness.
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Fucksticks like you make me hate other Straight Edge kids. I purposely spend more money to buy supplements that are legal in every college and professional sporting world because I want to be clean and look good. Yeah you can be vegan and natural but no one likes your waif look. Tough shit hippy you smell like the dirt you eat, so quit being pissed, get a job, get in real shape, and fucking come at me again.
You can be straight edge and take supplements. I have never put a needle in my veins full or roids or other shit to get looking like I do. I was a fat kid, I hit the cardio and weights to break my body down and now I am building it back up. You edge punks running round like you know shit about being straight edge, take a hint from Ian Mackaye when he said edge is what you make. Next time instead of breaking my body in the gym, I will work out my arms by connecting my fist with your face.
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The more I hear conversations, some from close friends and others in passing, I realize I am the last of a dying breed. How can we as society trade our emotions for physical contact? Trade our clarity for substance? I put my heart on my sleeve, literally and metaphorically, to show people who I am but society has other plans to replace the heart with cold steel machinery.
Maybe it is a measure of how far I have come in the rebuild of my person but I feel so alone in this world. Yes there is a person whose hand I desperately want to hold each day, hundreds of miles away. Having neared rock bottom in the past, made many mistakes in the past, and traded pieces of me for things that no longer I am afraid I have created an antiquated person. Instead of being forward thinking, I feel adrift in this void where once it was valuable to show emotional connection. Society now looks at emotions as weakness. If we measure ourselves by society can we ever be satisfied with who we are? Clearly the answer is no. Finding solace on the other hand becomes increasingly more complex and seemingly impossible.
It seems that we have done what all atheist’s want, create machines that breath and call them people.
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