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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

THE CONVERSATION

The young Brother walked forward,
His face sad and drawn.
He held out a callused hand,
And felt these scars were wrong.

The Iron God stepped up,
And smacked his hands with a clap,
And through the chalky mist, he said.
�Young Brother, what is this crap?�

The young Brother drew away and sniffed,
Hid his eyes while wiping a tear.
�I�ve given you my best Iron God,
And bled Iron for a solid year!�

�It seems that I make no gains,
There was a time, I thought I could.
And the pain is getting harder,
It causes more harm now�than good!�

The Iron God stood there staring,
Then locked on the young one�s eyes.
He searched his mind from �Back in the Day�,
And re-called something clever and wise.

� Your ashamed of those hands,
But wear those calluses with pride.
For many an Iron Brother,
With callused hands lay down and died.�

�It�s not how many sets,
Nor the exercise�now is it.
It�s when you feel the pain,
And it makes you want to quit.�

The young Brother hung his head,
And flexed those callused hands.
�But Iron God�, he said so softly,
�You just don�t understand.�

�Down there we are out numbered,
And the common one�s are the worst.
They look and stare�they use bad form,
And they say the Iron Brothers are cursed.�

�They never hit the squat rack,
And sometimes I have fallen prey.
Then they leave, and I�m in the zone,
But they�re back, the very next day.�

The Iron God squared his jaw,
Then tapped a thick, scarred finger.
And on the young Brother�s face,
His eyes did sadly linger.

�This Iron war is not won,
By those who just say,�Screw it�,
It is won by the Iron Brother�s,
Who decide they can do it!�

�But what about the common one�s,
Who are misled in their lives.
They�ve never felt the pain I know,
I can see it in their eyes?�

�You cannot help them young Brother,
Nor dictate their sad chosen path.
You cannot stop their ignorance,
Nor heal their weekend wrath�s.�

�Bleed Iron at the Iron Bar Throne,
And the pain will someday cease.
Then return to your one room house,
If only for an hour�know your peace!�

�But Iron God�, the young Brother started,
His heart heavy with lead.
�I know the common one�s down there,
They wish that I were dead!�

�I feel their stares burning,
They laugh and fling their mud.
Yet, who is there to thank me?
When I sweat my Iron Blood?�

The Iron God pursed his lips,
His answer lay unknown.
For he to had felt the pain,
A pain that hurts to the bone.

�There are no easy answers,
For the ache that you feel.
But appreciation, and their praise,
I�m afraid ain�t a part of the deal.�

�The respect will come with gratitude,
And admiration from the Iron Brother�s too!
But, it will not come from the common one�s,
Who cannot do what we can do!�

The young Brother felt the tears,
And looked down at his callused hands.
He knew he could not quit,
As he had already planned.

For now, he saw those callused hands,
Not just as something he does.
They are not just a symbol,
IT MADE HIM WHAT HE WAS!

AN IRON BROTHER

RANGER

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"If you believe in yourself & have dedication & pride, and never quit, you'll be a winner. The price of victory is high, but so are the rewards."
-Paul "Bear" Bryant, Alabama Crimson Tide

Another beauty bro.....

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I against I.........H.R.

Here my recipe for great poetry:

1 XL Ranger
add in a splish splash of GHB
a pinch of Iron
a touch of creativity
and a lifestyle no one understands.

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Big-Al
Train hard or go home!

Does keep things interesting though.......