My veins hold the force that is Him,
As He ascends to might.
He is King, living the Life.
The power surges through me tonight.
I bring the town to life,
As He marshals the living and animates the dead.
He will not let me slow down,
Because He wishes to outrun His head.
A thousand thoughts twirl around,
And actions executed in a frenzy
I am the sun,
Hot, fierce and free.
I am the life.
Reality seems to feed off my energy.
A million opportunities I present to the world,
As I seek to manipulate through the hierarchy.
I rise.
And then,
The power leaves as abruptly as it entered.
Almost like a blown fuse
Yesterday's king, today's fool
Lies spent and drowning,
In an ocean of refuse.
Treacherous thoughts torment listless soul,
As I recess deeper into nothingness.
Acid thoughts pouring out of an ever-widening bowl,
A bowl created by my now-impotent reality swallowing itself.
Reality is nothing but an insidious mind game anyway.
I clam up and sequester myself from the life I created,
And as I wallow in my own negativity, relishing ideas of melting away,
My bed holds my soul-less frame, suddenly emaciated.
Nothing can get worse,
Depression can be a whore.
Right now, I want opportunity to stop knocking,
Because I don't think I will answer that door.
I fall.
This feels like a perpetual motion roller coaster,
The vicissitudes that justify megalomania on one day,
And reduce one to toilet mold the day after.
In the grand scheme of things
Both extremes reconcile,
Therefore I am.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Day 8: Pain 90 X
Act 1: Carmichael Gym
Not that this should reflect badly on Tony Horton's awesomeness, but i injured myself (through my own fault), in the gym yesterday (Tues). But i had an excellent workout, with all the elements that make a workout worthwhile: focus, motivation, high energy, and the one ingredient that I can do away with the next time: machismo.
Working out to impress other people is something I do not endorse, but impressing myself is a different story, and something that I love (Competition with my other half :D). So, I tried acting like I'm the incredible hulk, and I kinda bent over double (quite literally), trying to do just that. I thought I felt my lower back give way, as a shooting pain on the right side. I dropped my weight at this point, took a deep breath, and decided to 'bring it' nevertheless. And I did bring it: the Pain that is.
By the end of Ab ripper I felt like I was going to be toast, but my lower back didn't really complain too much for the remainder of the workout.
Act 2 :(The Bed, 12 hours later)
I can't get up. I've been moaning the past 7 hours as the pain throbs away.
The Result: No plyometrics today. I is a sad sad boy.
Not that this should reflect badly on Tony Horton's awesomeness, but i injured myself (through my own fault), in the gym yesterday (Tues). But i had an excellent workout, with all the elements that make a workout worthwhile: focus, motivation, high energy, and the one ingredient that I can do away with the next time: machismo.
Working out to impress other people is something I do not endorse, but impressing myself is a different story, and something that I love (Competition with my other half :D). So, I tried acting like I'm the incredible hulk, and I kinda bent over double (quite literally), trying to do just that. I thought I felt my lower back give way, as a shooting pain on the right side. I dropped my weight at this point, took a deep breath, and decided to 'bring it' nevertheless. And I did bring it: the Pain that is.
By the end of Ab ripper I felt like I was going to be toast, but my lower back didn't really complain too much for the remainder of the workout.
Act 2 :(The Bed, 12 hours later)
I can't get up. I've been moaning the past 7 hours as the pain throbs away.
The Result: No plyometrics today. I is a sad sad boy.
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