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PHATchik
Studio Gangsta
I'll admit when I first started working out, I did it in order to look more attractive and get toned. However, it kinda progressed into more. When I would go train, I could let out frustration and stress, which I definitely needed to do. And when I started seeing results, I think I began training more for myself than anyone else. However, due to my damn school schedule, work schedule, and all the other shit I do, I haven't been to the gym in almost a month, and it shows physically as well as mentally. 
The Ranger
New member
Ah MS, you do me an unearned justice....Just for you Buttercup:
Women Of Iron
Some house's try to hide the truth,
that Women of Iron dwell in there.
Our house's show it openly,
the signs are everywhere.
We know sacrifice, and feel the pain,
sometimes we don't know one, from the other.
We've always been in the Game of Iron,
but first, we're housewives and mother's.
In the gym, we find our freedom,
they are special times you know.
At night we lay and wonder,
just where did all that time go?
They look upon us differently,
and even Iron Brother's sometimes do.
Yet, we have to be warm and understanding,
and have a wonderful gentlness too!
We've answered for all our mistakes,
no matter how big or small.
We divide our time between the gym and family,
but, family is placed above it all.
We never asked for compassion,
to make our pain fall away.
Maybe a smile, and a kind word,
a compliment, just one...someday!
We try to share our wisdom,
and give insight into a woman's skill.
In return, we get smirks and stares,
and answers that make us ill!
Faced our trials and tribulations,
fought our battles of love.
Through it all, we found our strength,
from the Iron God up above!
We hate all mirror's, can't pass them by,
and still not believing the sight.
Walked away with tears in our eyes,
and lay awake wondering each night.
We accept the thought of lonliness,
in your eyes, should we ever fail.
We have never denied we are different,
for the Iron God made us...FEMALES!!!!
Ranger
Women Of Iron
Some house's try to hide the truth,
that Women of Iron dwell in there.
Our house's show it openly,
the signs are everywhere.
We know sacrifice, and feel the pain,
sometimes we don't know one, from the other.
We've always been in the Game of Iron,
but first, we're housewives and mother's.
In the gym, we find our freedom,
they are special times you know.
At night we lay and wonder,
just where did all that time go?
They look upon us differently,
and even Iron Brother's sometimes do.
Yet, we have to be warm and understanding,
and have a wonderful gentlness too!
We've answered for all our mistakes,
no matter how big or small.
We divide our time between the gym and family,
but, family is placed above it all.
We never asked for compassion,
to make our pain fall away.
Maybe a smile, and a kind word,
a compliment, just one...someday!
We try to share our wisdom,
and give insight into a woman's skill.
In return, we get smirks and stares,
and answers that make us ill!
Faced our trials and tribulations,
fought our battles of love.
Through it all, we found our strength,
from the Iron God up above!
We hate all mirror's, can't pass them by,
and still not believing the sight.
Walked away with tears in our eyes,
and lay awake wondering each night.
We accept the thought of lonliness,
in your eyes, should we ever fail.
We have never denied we are different,
for the Iron God made us...FEMALES!!!!
Ranger
The Ranger
New member
Ah what the Hell, one for the guys who lurk the Ladies Board....:
Gods of Thunder
The Iron Brother stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to be.
He hoped his hands were callused enough,
So his spirit may be set free.
" Step to the Iron Throne, Brother,
How shall I deal with you?"
" Have you bled Iron daily,
To this throne have you been true?"
I give homage to this Iron Throne,
And at times my talk was tough.
Sometimes I've been violent,
Cause this life is fuck'in rough.
Yea, I never scammed a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
I pounded Iron through overtime,
When the gains came to steep.
I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times, I shook with fear.
And sometimes Iron God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I do not belong in this place,
Among the people down here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Iron God,
It needn't be so grand.
I won't expect you to spot too much,
And if you don't, I'll understand.
There was silence around the Iron Bar Throne,
Where Iron Brothers had often trod.
As the Brother waited quietly,
For the judgement of his Iron God.
You do not belong down there,
With those who stare in wonder.
Your place is here, Brother,
Among the Gods of Thunder.
Step forward now, Brother,
You've lifted your burdens well.
Lift peacefully with your Iron Brothers,
You've done your time in HELL !!!
Ranger
THE CREATION
The Iron God did look upon the world,
With the common one's weak of mind.
He spake unto his Iron Disciples,
Saying, " I'll make a Brother of a different kind!"
For three days the Iron God labored,
The Disciples begged, " Finish it tomorrow!"
The Iron God did not reply,
For the world was in such sad sorrow.
The seventh day Iron God stood proud,
Iron Disciples did gather round.
They stood in awe of the Brother before them,
Yet, he did not utter a sound.
" Does he speak?" The Disciples asked.
Curiosity wrinkled upon their brow.
" He does not speak any words of mouth,
Though his gains doth speak out loud!"
" Behind those massive pec's,
Is what separates him from you.
Deep beneath the blood and gristle,
Is a Heart of Iron…Beating true!"
" Those Bicep peaks, and wide thick Tri's,
I made from a likeness of me.
Grab the tape, my Iron Disciples,
For they measure a cold, hard 23!"
"Admire the Squat thickened legs,
Most will turn away in distaste.
But, this body with no foundation,
Is just a body…waiting to waste!"
" Those forearms, bulging and tapered,
With veins rising to greet the skin.
Anything less than this perfection,
And I would start all over again!"
" And gaze in wild wonder, upon those lat's,
Spread out, so thick, and wide.
That " V " shape there before you,
Down there he won't be able to hide!"
" This is the first of many,
Who will fight for their place down there.
Anything aside the Iron Bar Throne,
Will cross his mind without a care!"
" This Iron Brother shall walk unequal,
All different…yet each one the same.
They will pass from the shadows silently,
Just nobody's…with no names!"
" They'll preach our Gospel, from the Throne,
Few will listen unto his words.
Blood of the palms, and the screams of pain,
Upon deaf ears…shall go unheard!"
An Iron Disciple moved forward,
Then stepped back, hiding his fear.
For upon that chiseled cheek,
Sat a single…golden tear.
" He hath sprung a leak!" Muttered one.
As they all continued to stare.
The Iron God shook his massive head,
And whispered, " I did not put that there."
" Step forward and gaze upon this face,
And remember this golden tear.
For it is the ultimate reminder,
It's "WE" Down there they fear!"
" That tear is a final testament,
To the sleepless nights, filled with pain.
And the Grunts through the chalk filled mists,
That will hide his hard fought gains!"
" That tear is our conviction,
To shoulder our burdens well.
Earning the right to the Iron God World,
He will first, lift his days through Hell!"
RANGER
I lied....I was feeling a bit motivated....heh heh heh
Gods of Thunder
The Iron Brother stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to be.
He hoped his hands were callused enough,
So his spirit may be set free.
" Step to the Iron Throne, Brother,
How shall I deal with you?"
" Have you bled Iron daily,
To this throne have you been true?"
I give homage to this Iron Throne,
And at times my talk was tough.
Sometimes I've been violent,
Cause this life is fuck'in rough.
Yea, I never scammed a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
I pounded Iron through overtime,
When the gains came to steep.
I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times, I shook with fear.
And sometimes Iron God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I do not belong in this place,
Among the people down here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Iron God,
It needn't be so grand.
I won't expect you to spot too much,
And if you don't, I'll understand.
There was silence around the Iron Bar Throne,
Where Iron Brothers had often trod.
As the Brother waited quietly,
For the judgement of his Iron God.
You do not belong down there,
With those who stare in wonder.
Your place is here, Brother,
Among the Gods of Thunder.
Step forward now, Brother,
You've lifted your burdens well.
Lift peacefully with your Iron Brothers,
You've done your time in HELL !!!
Ranger
THE CREATION
The Iron God did look upon the world,
With the common one's weak of mind.
He spake unto his Iron Disciples,
Saying, " I'll make a Brother of a different kind!"
For three days the Iron God labored,
The Disciples begged, " Finish it tomorrow!"
The Iron God did not reply,
For the world was in such sad sorrow.
The seventh day Iron God stood proud,
Iron Disciples did gather round.
They stood in awe of the Brother before them,
Yet, he did not utter a sound.
" Does he speak?" The Disciples asked.
Curiosity wrinkled upon their brow.
" He does not speak any words of mouth,
Though his gains doth speak out loud!"
" Behind those massive pec's,
Is what separates him from you.
Deep beneath the blood and gristle,
Is a Heart of Iron…Beating true!"
" Those Bicep peaks, and wide thick Tri's,
I made from a likeness of me.
Grab the tape, my Iron Disciples,
For they measure a cold, hard 23!"
"Admire the Squat thickened legs,
Most will turn away in distaste.
But, this body with no foundation,
Is just a body…waiting to waste!"
" Those forearms, bulging and tapered,
With veins rising to greet the skin.
Anything less than this perfection,
And I would start all over again!"
" And gaze in wild wonder, upon those lat's,
Spread out, so thick, and wide.
That " V " shape there before you,
Down there he won't be able to hide!"
" This is the first of many,
Who will fight for their place down there.
Anything aside the Iron Bar Throne,
Will cross his mind without a care!"
" This Iron Brother shall walk unequal,
All different…yet each one the same.
They will pass from the shadows silently,
Just nobody's…with no names!"
" They'll preach our Gospel, from the Throne,
Few will listen unto his words.
Blood of the palms, and the screams of pain,
Upon deaf ears…shall go unheard!"
An Iron Disciple moved forward,
Then stepped back, hiding his fear.
For upon that chiseled cheek,
Sat a single…golden tear.
" He hath sprung a leak!" Muttered one.
As they all continued to stare.
The Iron God shook his massive head,
And whispered, " I did not put that there."
" Step forward and gaze upon this face,
And remember this golden tear.
For it is the ultimate reminder,
It's "WE" Down there they fear!"
" That tear is a final testament,
To the sleepless nights, filled with pain.
And the Grunts through the chalk filled mists,
That will hide his hard fought gains!"
" That tear is our conviction,
To shoulder our burdens well.
Earning the right to the Iron God World,
He will first, lift his days through Hell!"
RANGER
I lied....I was feeling a bit motivated....heh heh heh
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