Bust a Gut

You know those times when you get that itch you just can’t scratch or the earworm that just sings and sings and AAHHH! Well this is one of those times. This has been sitting, gathering virtual dust on my hard drive while gremlins mess with it in my head.

Do I finish it, do I bin it, do I have a tantrum and flick resistance bands at gym bunnies, well here’s the answer. I know it’s not gonna be everyone’s cup of free verse but it’s off my chest.

So in tribute to a little hobby I used to have, here is:

Bust a Gut

You dedicate your life to this
Your time is now
In this moment
It’s down to you
Your team are on the side lines watching
They’ve done all they can
It’s time to succeed or bust a gut trying

Time slows down as you chalk your hands
Through habit or necessity, doesn’t matter
Straps on joints, Tape on fingers, you breathe
Stepping up to the bar
You assume the position
Tension runs through your body
Tendon, ligament and muscle screams

Your hands clamp cold metal
Olympic design approved
Your legs like coiled springs
Wound tight ready to release
Back tight, arms strong
You take a breath
And explode!

Hands Grip
Chest up
Legs push
Bar moves
Thigh high
Extend Hips
Bar lifts
Drop under
Catch strong
Stand up

You steady yourself
Another deep breath
Tension reapplied
And

Knees dip
Legs drive
Arms explode
Pushing hard
Past neck
Past Face
Drop under
Catch high
Over head
Bar held

You wait for the signal
Holding steady
Time slows again
While gravity punishes you
Don’t you give in!
Until that signal to…
DOWN!

It’s done and the bar is returned
To where gravity commands
Adrenaline surges through
Euphoric central nervous system
Fists thump atmospherically charged air
High Fives materialise from out of the blur
It’s done!

 

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Image from Pixabay

Song’s from the Movies

How about something to lighten the heart and give a jolt to the happy hormones.

From the Disney Movie Cars and sung by Rascall Flatts here’s:

Life is a Highway

CarsLife’s like a road that you travel oncars
When there’s one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind

There’s a world outside every darkened door
Where blues won’t haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore

We won’t hesitate
To break down the garden gate
There’s not much time left today

Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long

Through all these cities and all these towns
It’s in my blood, and it’s all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road, and these are the hands

From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver’s lights
Knock me down and back up again
You’re in my blood; I’m not a lonely man

There’s no load I can’t hold
A road so rough this I know
I’ll be there when the light comes in
Tell ’em we’re survivors
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long

There was a distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once
But now we look in the eye

There ain’t no load that I can’t hold
A road so rough this I know
I’ll be there when the light comes in
Tell ’em we’re survivors

Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long

 

Check out the video here.

Lyrics by Tom Cochrane

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End of Days

All his life he’s watched the clock

A count down to the end of days

Obsessed by his own mortality

When a normal life was to be had

 

As a child he grew up with dread in mind

A war not real but no less threatening

Thoughts of rockets and poisoned clouds

Of living through a slow irradiated death

 

As a teen, his first message delivered

He felt the reaper watching

Told on a bus ride home

That a fellow teen had fallen

 

Followed by a neighbour

A Grandparent

All in quick succession

Death was real

 

Now he lives a wasted life

Still looking over his shoulder

His troubled heart blackened

Shrivelled by doubt and fear

 

And lingering in the shadows

In the corner of his eye

There but not quite in sight

Death in all his glory!

 

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Distractions

Really life distractions

Don’t arf get in the way

Just leave me in the corner

I’ll be happy to write all day

 

Of bad dreams and faeire tales

Of knights in shining armour

Of witches and their warlocks

Stirring up all kinds of drama

 

Leave me under my staircase

With paper and pen in hand

I’ll right you a wonderful story

Of many a far away land

 

When I’m done, I’ll go to my bed

With a pillow of cloudy white

And dream of another fantasy

For you; it would be a delight

 

Copyright © JRFC October 2019
Image from Pixabay