A Modern Metamorphosis

What happened to the logical and our rational?
To meet ones soul mate…darling, it’s hit or miss!
Is all hope lost? Have we become so cynical?
True love no longer is the emphasis

Gone all nobility and Solomon’s promise
To help you and your personality
Fewer words from the other orifice
Morose mannered morbid mentality

Be happy with your individuality
Not what you currently bring, but future identity.
The realization of human mortality,
Is the key to growing spiritually

A person of few words, is equal to bliss
A Modern Metamorphosis

Just a girl.

When I say I’ve known her all my life, this does not mean in the literal sense
It’s in my thoughts and my dreams, or at least that’s how it seems
Id like it to be in the literal sense, if you know what I mean, hence
Time for me to do the right thing and believe, its no longer tolerable, the flesh screams

It’s like when you meet someone,
You feel like you’ve known them all of your life
Or since time began
Well this is how I feel about this girl, my soon to be wife

I mean she doesn’t quite know this just yet
But that’s ok, for me though, its more than presumption
Its instinctive, and now my hours are clearly less productive,
I try hard to be constructive, thinking of ways for persuasion

Not her of course, because that would be manipulation and that’s just not right
But persuading myself to man up and make a move
A good move that is, because I’ve known her all my life
Nothing tacky, something measured, you know just to get us both in the groove

It has to be a nice meal, good conversation, just to start things off
I guess we could go for a walk and grab an Ice Cream, that’ll impress her
Don’t forget, the best way to a woman’s heart, is to make her laugh
Don’t bore her, and with your words caress her, just don’t depress her

Actually now that I think about it, it’s very profound
Because most importantly the way I feel about her drowns that all out
The fear that is, the fear of rejection and feeding me to the hounds
Well now you know, this is how I feel about her, in spite of how it sounds

Fedor Emelianenko vs Brett Rodgers – King and the Pauper.

What a great fight.  I guess that’s a good a way to start a blog as any, although it’s to be expected whenever Fedor gets in the cage.  Not just because everyone says so, but in my eyes the most exciting, the best heavy weight ever to grace this sport, possibly the current pound for pound best in the world, and at heavy weight, that speaks volumes.  What’s even more impressive for me, is that in the light of all his talents, he is so very humble with it.  Not your typical egotistical jerk, but very calm, collected, mild mannered, a man of few words, but extremely explosive in the battle.

Brett Rodgers however, is the complete opposite.  I do give him credit for actually pushing Fedor more than most have in recent times, proved he was for real.  But did he have to open his mouth at the end?  I mean for crying out loud, you’ve just been TKO’d, and not just by anyone, by a legend.  Show a little respect please.  Despite of all that, he is a genuine contender.  Coming into this fight with a perfect 10 and 10 record, falling short at the last hurdle.  He showed great strength and power, especially in the clinch, almost made Fedor look human, almost…  Definitely the ego of a champion, not one yet, so my suggestion is, if I am permitted, go on a pilgrimage and find some much needed humility, maybe one day when you actually hold a title, you will be deserving of it in every sense of the word.

Ultimately, who can deny, MMA is here to stay, it has overtaken boxing in my view and is the future.  So who is next for Fedor?  Why Dana doesn’t pick up the phone and sanction a Fedor vs Lesnar fight I don’t know.  Oh do I hate politics.  Isn’t it the fight the people want to see?  I think so…

What does it mean to be a servant?

To reach the highest of spiritual pinnacles
And to seek the stillness of ones mind
To devote oneself utterly to a set of moral principles
Unspotted from the world, to widows and orphans be kind

Yet, be able to lay in rest
Pray fervently, Walk prominently
Refrain from war’s madness
Talk adamantly, Think heavenly

To remove oneself from worldly incest
Forgive indiscriminately
Preparing for the final quest
Can a man change his own destiny?

Overcome life’s benevolent test
And bring to your brother, loves harmony
Fulfil Gods purpose
This, the ultimate testimony!

Walk like a king, yet contrite like a peasant
What it means to be a servant

Do you think women should be forced to cover up when breastfeeding in public?

So I was breezing through facebook today and a very interesting topic popped up.  Boy did I arouse a hornets nest on this one.  So lets see, forced to cover up?

Well no one should be forced to do anything, this isn’t an issue that necessarily needs enforcing especially as their is such a mix on opinions, by the looks of things, the majority, women, are totally opposed to the banishment of public breastfeeding.  Some of the arguments so far…  It’s a natural thing to do. And… Where do we send the mothers to breastfeed if not in public? To the dirty stinky holes, they call restrooms?  (Between me and you…if they can’t respect their public restrooms, they should be forced to breastfeed in them, see how they like it! ) Just kidding on the last comment btw…bad joke? Okay, I take it back.

My objection, if any at all, isn’t that there should be any type of enforcement, but maybe a tad bit of decorum.  I mean some women, take out their boobies and throw them at you.  I’m breezing through the mall and leave with boobie slap marks on my face.  Are they feminists, just trying to make a point?  Or are they abused women who are lashing back at society for telling them what they can or cannot do in public, whilst enduring extremely sensitive nipples.  Show a little discretion please.  By all means, feed your baby in public, just take a sweater or some article of clothing and cover your breast.  How hard can that be?  Are the ignorant inconsiderate minority asking for too much?

I will never actually know or understand what it is like to have a little baby sucking on my nips, thank God!  But I do sympathize with women.  I can see how this is frustrating and hence a sensitive issue for many.  So I say, feed your baby, plop out your boobies, spend all day if you wish, just know that there are some people who could be offended and they will never understand your perspective, so just cover them up, that way we can resolve all the boobie wars at the malls….

 

Our Own Butterfly.

Oh beauty deep and loves lost yonder
Sentiments exhausted, we search for answers
Rose petals weep, eternal thoughts ponder
Questions questioned thwarted, there are no answers

Why does life treat us so cruelly? Life’s sting bitter weep
Butterflies demonstrate life’s fragility, its splendour, mortality and its beauty
Life interrupted ours so rudely! Its hurt has hit all so deep
Shahrzad Jan our own butterfly, life dealt your hand so cruelly.

Lost words we have for this life’s cruel expression
Regret is our ambition for lost words we had with you, your time was short
Unveils its nasty sting again does natures benevolent obsession
You are now in peace oh darling butterfly, our suffering bought

Tears upon tears flood this ocean of tears
Where did you go, we have lost you forever

Who will win and who will lose?

Now ask yourself this, what if you and I
Both believed in one God?
And what if you and I
Went to war regardless of who was guided and who was not

Each believing with all their might,
That the living breathing God, was on their side
And, Inevitably send the other to flight
Of course! All glory to our all knowing guide

How then now does our righteous Lord decide?
Who will live, and who must die?
Not a simple matter of who has less pride
But maybe who forgave more and least lied

So How does God choose?
Who will win and who will lose?

If you seek for the truth, the answer is simple.
It was he that boasted least, forgave most, and honored Gods holy temple

Every Clounds Silver Lining.

Sincerely hopeful for loves forgotten whisper
Tenderly treading the golden pathways of ones heart
Destiny’s pilgrimage through eternity’s eye of the needle
When will life’s troubles pass us by
let rest bite deliver
Adore me oh loves whisper
touch me with loves arrow
Your fragrance overwhelms me
It fills me with life’s hope
Invincibility has entombed me and breathed life into my ailing soul
Is this loves overpowering influence that inspires me?
No longer living life for my selfish ambitions
Where lusts and vanity dominate
Deaths door come
My path changed due to loves touch

No Pain, No Gain.

What’s with this rational “I’m so fluffy?”
I’m just big boned it’s my genetics
Wide around the hips, curvy and puffy
Don’t blame the metabolism, you make the choices

I’m slightly overweight at one sixty eight???
So what if you’re complimented less on our date
It doesn’t matter how I look as long as I feel great?
So, if it doesn’t bother you, why get so irate?

Have you heard of exercise and healthy eating?
Low fat, low carbs and no cheating?
We all do it, it’s called healthy living
So how hard is it to stop indulging and start refraining

And what confuses me most is that you all complain,
When we utter the saying “no pain, no gain!!”

The Dark Side of Good

To my surprise you fell away
So many words described our fate
This outcome no longer mines to pay
And of the way you despise, I can’t relate

Love lost was not love from above
Bitter sweet was this experience now gone
It matters not my love,
My heart broken once, twice, it’s done.

To what end, when wise words weren’t adhered too?
My intentions purposely misunderstood
It was clear from the start, as your eyes mislead you
Abuse me no longer and no longer yours to delude

You think you cannot be forsaken? You could, would and should!
So I flee from disturbia, the dark side of good