His arms were too short to box with God,
so God sent him down for more sparring. He boxed the devil over and over and over, the Father, Son, Holy Spirit doing the scoring. When he beat the devil every round, he tried again to punch the Lord. His arm were still too short to reach His chin, though this time he lasted about a round. God sent him down again to box the sin of man, Jesus needing a break from all that jive. When he broke even he died and went to heaven, spoiling for a rematch with the holy Lord. At the pearly gates he landed a blow on Jesus’ chin knocking a tooth out to a thousand clouds. Jesus picked himself up from the canvas of heaven. He smiled at him. “Good fight”, he said.
a pair of red gloves,
fury in brown boxer shorts; blood splattered on floor!
I remember all of the
Shattered glass Of every pain that put Me here, The unbearable sound of its Submissiveness With its meaning long lost In the wind
A man, a movement,
Whose words stung like a Bee, But had the masses floating to him, When he spoke about peace, He shook up the World like he said he would, And twisted our perceptions of what it meant to be a true hero, And for that we thank you.
Rest in peace and power, the great Muhammad Ali (1942 - 2016).
The ten count is over
He's down for the count The Greatest is gone from this world But, we will remember He will stay here forever As we think of the quips that he hurled As fast as his fists flew His lip was much faster He rhymed with the greatest of ease Parkinson's slowed him But, we will remember The Greatest of All...ALI Known by the masses After his time in the ring He was an angel sent to this earth He had his convictions Became a man of the people He showed what a real life was worth A true gentle giant With the speed of a mongoose The Louisville Lip...that was he We all know his trademark How he floated and stung The Greatest...Muhammad Ali
This life is not real.I conquered the world and It did not bring me satisfaction.God gave me this illness to remind me that I am not number one, He is.
sure I existed in the equilibrium of a blackeye shut to the perforations of strangled restraint."
To my one n' only love 'Boxer' **
your hands are calloused
your knuckles raw your mouth is ****** your opponent on the floor your heart is broken your mind is numb you’ve given up on hope you don’t know what you’ve become your victories stem from pain your power from dismay your glory from rage you always knew it’d end up this way one more fight one more scar one more win to remind you who you are every now and then in the middle of a fight her laugh echoes in your head it reminds you of the light the light you once had in your soul the light which he stole the light which kept you sane the light which kept you whole the thought of her makes you push harder and faster memories of her touch remind you of your happily never after the last time you saw her the last time you tasted those lips you always knew it’d come to an end but just not like this so you go in for that extra punch you train that extra night you cross the limits one more time you win every last fight victory after victory you’re going through the motions only you and her know that you’re devoid of emotion for a hero you’re called and a champion as well the truth is, however, that you’re just a bitter man going through hell
// in hopes that it never ends this way between us //