I was once hurt
When someone
Has bitten me on the back

I once cried and pout
When a man
Has cheated me, full-packed

I was once on the ground
Stood and fought
Started moving on

I once pulled myself
Though it's hard
That I'll be happy, someday, soon

Now, I am standing
Here I walk
Trying to use my feet

Going to my destiny
Hold joy forever
With happiness that I shall meet

This is what you need
To have faith, not fear
Someday you will see

When love hurts much
Stop, live, move on
Throw the memories, set it free!

It used it to be
That younger me
Loved working out

From long bike rides
To short runs at night
To long walks
From light weights
To heavy sets

Couldn’t go a single
Day without
Some sort of exercise

From nineteen
To twenty three
I was learning how to be
Healthy

From Twenty four
To Thirty one
It became a settled pattern

From Thirty two to now
I do not know how
But the energetic young one
Who had so much fun
Exercising
Is struggling to find
The same set of mind
To do
At least thirty five
Minutes a day

Fists of iron
Steely embrace
A tumultuous tyrant
Ultimate disgrace

A burden beyond carry
A pain beyond name
Corded muscles harry
Face contorted with strain

Tired metal gives way
To the sound of ragged death
Dreaded tyrant of dismay
The sound of haggard breath

Yet the iron giant begins to fall
His weighty gait is sinking down
Tired legs slowly start to sprawl
As the hefty giant claims the crown

The struggle is an exercise
A ritual of deepest divinity
Yet failure tends to emphasize
That it is one done in futility

A seed which was sowed in fertile land
Remains in the dark to some extent
And suitable environment makes it, "grow"
With great determination, water makes it, “glow”
And it declares one day, “The land is alive”
As the seed was alive
Alive one can prove the others' life
A dead one is not able to enlighten the souls
If you are alive
Prove it with smile
and your transparent inner sight
would be able to merge the light
at a concentric point of hearts of deserving ones
As an eternal light emitting heart can enlighten the soul
As it’s the heart which makes you dead or alive
So life is reflected by deeds not by pulse
And it’s no use of
Whether the blood runs through the arteries or not
Whether you take exercise or not
Whether you are wealthy or healthy
Life is something else
Life is something else
What makes an eye, seed can not try
What makes an eye, seed can not try

yes back in action,
but too much work,
                     as last week I
have worked only few days
                                 and
tomorrow is going to be
                       long day as going to see      
                             my client based in
             Fareham, it is 4hrs one way travel
so overall 8hrs travel and 3 meeting, so really eleven hours work with only 3hrs paid LOL

It's strange how tragedy is addictive.
Like a drug, sadness
takes
over.
We believe it's for our benefit, that we will only grow.
And maybe we will. Some grotesquely formed lesson out of a complete catastrophe.
What doesn't **** you, can leave us badly, badly damaged.
But our hearts will be exercised, and they will bleed, but only for our "good".

That's the lesson, right?

One. Two. Close your eyes. Renew.
Three. Four. Release your thoughts. Explore.
Five. Six. Express. Fix.  
Seven. Eight. Nine. Repeat. Refine.

Ten. Breathe in. Let's begin.

"What's the matter, Logan?" Jessica asked.

I paused to reflect upon the moment when my hand reached over my heart. I was helplessly pointing towards my chest to express the chaotic feeling inside. "What are these feelings?" I pondered.

"What? What is it? Chest pain?" she asked.

I shook my head with my hand tapping against my heart. "How do I tell her that I feel irregular heartbeats? How do I tell her that I am feeling something completely indescribable?" I thought. I rubbed my stomach in rotating motions.

"Logan, is it your stomach? Do you have a stomach ache?" she asked. The deep look of concern in her eyes heightened the feelings inside. I reached over to my phone and texted her a brief summary of how I felt.

"Logan, seriously?" she asked after reading the message. She leaned over moving closer to my lips. "A mosh pit of butterflies," she whispered. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my cold lips. "Well, I am ready to rave if you're willing to ...," she said before she was interrupted.

I closed my eyes and leaned in closer. "One size fits all," I thought to myself. When two souls fill the large vacancy between each other's arms, there is nothing to do other than embracing that invaluable time together.

The butterflies subsided.

Ten. Breathe in. Reflect.

Nine. Eight. Seven. Euphoric heaven.
Six. Five. Rejuvenate. Revive.
Four. Three. Proofread. Agree.  
Two. One. Close your eyes. Have fun.

Must I,
Like some fitness freak,
Do 10 000 crunches
To see my feet?
Or,
Rely on
Water's erosive powers
To expose my toes
With 10 000 showers.

I started lifting weights
Because I feared the very few I called friends
My inadequacy became my focus
My weakness became my strength.

I would have stopped a long time ago,
But for my love of the time spent
With just me and my challenges
All thought of hate and defense lifted away

I stopped thinking of exercise for my body
It was now for my mind
And it was that which gave me the confidence to
Never fear again.

I was able to look into people's eyes and
Know my mind was not timid.
Strength of the body was just
Coincidental.

So, really I suppose that it's irony
My great fear
My great inadecuacy
Led to my greatest reason to smile.