sorry for this being a long post but these two entries can only be read as one. the first one is by a good bro of mine, don sellers. the 2nd is by me. enjoy.
TB
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"the beast" by don sellers
Gather ‘round the campfire and I'll tell you tales of days when Gods and warriors walked the
earth. I'll speak to you of lands and deeds noble and fierce. All too often we lose sight of the
dreamscape... The realm where possibility is a religion. Blood soaked cobblestone and dry
desert sand were the backdrop to a surreal primal, violent outland. A place where nightmares
were all too real and one could barely distinguish between smoky, tired twilight and the blaze of
a new dawn. In a place like this we could forge the iron of our own reality. In a place like this we
could walk free, covered in the day’s dirt, wearing the weather of the world like a crown of fire.
I speak now of a time and a place that is real. More real than the hollow pit that serves as a poor
excuse for modern reality. The place and the plane can exist in the form of a parallel mindset
wrapped in a bold set of ideals and laws.
"In times of peace... The warlike man sets upon himself." For whomever shall walk in this realm
and strive to become attached to the hearts of men will fail. He who would dare to travel a cold,
hungry, lonely path through all the twisted hells known to man is a rare and viscous beast and
he is held in league with the immortals. This beast, this misanthrope, this mistake of God, could
he be real? I say this beast is real and lives today within me. I feed the beast with raw rage and
fuel his hate with images of the weak minded modern media blitzkrieg.
It is exhausting at times to keep the beast contained. I must sequester him. I must hide him from
the world. I must be bonded to him for my very survival. Brothers--we must live together as
brothers. Two sides of the same coin. Though I know his face well, I cannot show it to the people
around me. What would they say if they knew? I can see the horror on their faces when even
a glimpse of the beast is revealed. They wear their hatred like a uniform. Their judgment pierces
me like so many blades in my flesh. So I continue the charade. I call on all my power to keep
the beast encapsulated within me. I walk through my days like a shadow, never really allowing
myself and the beast to walk together as one. Together we represent all that could be if there
were no lies, no judgment, no fear.
Together we are one force known only to the world as Machine. Though you see a man living a
life slightly different from the others you know, there is more. Their lives in me a thing I cannot
control or contain at length. I continue to evolve as all living things do, but I don’t know if the
beast and I can remain separate entities much longer. Day by day, as time goes by, we begin
to meld together as a whole being. It becomes more and more difficult to distinguish the beast
from myself. It is becoming unclear where he ends and I begin. I try to hold on, but in the face
of modern reality the battle is a war of attrition. My will becomes a bottomless pit of anger and
rage--it will boil over eventually. The release will be sublime. Who knows how the rest of the
world will react to the beast? Especially when they finally see, he is me...
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"the one or the other"
....there was a comic done on this about 2 years ago. spiderman was bein hunted down by a vampire that was stronger and ruthless than him. he had help last time facin this guy but this time around he was solo. this guy smelled his fear of him and toyed with him until the time came to kill spiderman and when the time came, boy did spidey get his ass handed to him and then some. but something happened, he released his totemic powers of the spider and was able to overcome his foe but at the cost of his life. he was reborn only after embracing "the other" as apart of him now. prior to this, to be reborn, the hunted ate his prey to evolve to become a man...but was it one or the other...spidey chose to embrace who he really was...who he was becoming...
last year, that comic was an inspiration for me. to me the iron does just that to you. you get to a point where you have to make a choice like spidey did..."one or the other". everyone has potential but how far are they willing to take it? and are they willing to see it thru? are they willing to take on the burden, the pain, the frustration of becoming the other? i made this choice last year without a question in my mind or heart. i didn't want anyone else around me that hadn't done the same otherwise they might as well be human cause what we do ISN'T human! we've embrace THE ANIMAL within...whatever we see ourselves as cause we are never satisfied.
the iron remakes you...recreates you into something...physically. that's the part everyone in the world doesn't mind having. to take it to the next level, you have to evolve mentally. take on the burdens that most people would run from. the challenges that make you stronger than yesterday. when i walk thru a gym, i see those who rather remain normal and be "posers". but every now and again, i see that one person who has become the other..they stick out to me without a doubt.
whats happened to me now is that i get hungrier than the day before. there is always an appetite for bein stronger and becomin a monster...its my motivation. everything else in my life is for that primary goal. its focus. that's what happens when your faced with the choice of becoming one or the other. i chose the other...bein normal to me isn't enough. gauging my standards according to those normal standards sucks ass...i want to surpass them. when i train, i sweat and sometimes damn near come close to puking. my body becomes numb at times and i fuckin love it!! i blackout and then laugh about it because i've become partly sadistic. i've blown blood vessels in my eyes, caused nose bleeds, etc...just one more drop of blood my opponents on the platform won't see. its like what my brother, chad aichs told me..."you have to bleed first before you can beat me!". my partners understand this they too made this choice...
what can you take from this? don't be a puss! look into the mirror...are you becoming something? a good brothe of mine, Mason Hale, has made this choice. when i first met him, i saw a monster..but he didn't. i told him that heroes are remembered but monsters are never forgotten. he accepted "the other"...and now is becomin a monster. no question.
again..look into the mirror...and ask yourself what do you see? do you see normal? or do you see a future manifestation of yourself? you will have to make the same choice if you plan on playing this game. when you get under the bar and take a weight most fear to take on or when your under the weather and its training day, or when your at a meet and your head to head with a monster, or your out of the game and all you think about is rage and iron. what will you do? you have to choose...for me...when i get under some weight i've never gotten under before, i'm either scared or excited. and i'm always excited. how bad to do you want it? what are you willing to sacriface in the mission to DOMINATE and become that freak, beast, animal or monster you see? these are questions you have to ask yourself and questions i have to ask myself from time to time. so ask yourself...
one or the other?
TB
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