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Andrew Aug 2017
Religion is like wrestling when it was kayfabed
The kind of immersive storytelling that is A grade
We became trapped
In the Walls of Jericho
Separated on the map
From the fields of marigolds
Shinier things catch our eye
Like Goldust in the ring
Not of Mankind
But McMahon's kind
We start to see behind the Big Show
Until they introduce the Boogeyman
Manipulating until progress is slowed
All according to plan

Jake the Snake offers the apple to Eve
And into calamity we are cleaved
This was something I never agreed
But Christian pushes me to Edge
No room in discourse to hedge
Swanton bombs fall in cities
The Million Dollar Man cracks a smile
Unable to feel pity
The billions of bodies start to pile
And I haven't seen the Hart Foundation in a while

These ideas pin us down
And we can't kick out
We end up indifferently submitting
To the Big Boss Man
A legacy we're cementing
Like the Ku Klux ****

I'm from Kentucky
Where biology is taught in the context
Of where it fits in with Christianity's teachings
I wonder how many people this knowledge is reaching
When we're trapped in Wrestlemania
We cheer for the Undertaker's victory
Because we're constantly wrestling with demons
Transcendence is only something we can dream of
Alyssa Underwood Jun 2016
O darkest night, what are you for?
Sometimes to wrestle, sometimes to rest
But always to cling to Jesus more

Though senses are dulled, desires awaken
Aching grows stronger, inhibitions are taken
Less seeing, less hearing, more hunger, more longing
Answers are dimming while questions are thronging

More drilling, more filling
The canyons of my soul
More boring, more pouring
Himself into the hole
More stretching, more catching
Away my gasping breath
More tearing, more sharing
In the union of His death
"But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them *******, that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ--the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.

"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."  
~ Philippians 3:7-14

~~~
Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
It's at the point of desperation that the soul finds its deepest desire,
and in that desire lies everything of which true life is made.
Perhaps the first and central question concerning surrender
ought not to be, “What am I willing to give to God?”
but “What am I willing to receive from Him?”

For it's only in the realization that I have nothing to give Him and
He has everything to give me that true humility and surrender come.
If I would simply receive all He offers me and let Him fill me up
I would have no room in my hands to hold onto anything else.  
But how often it is that we won't receive it until everything else is lost.

It's the secret and inexpressible dreams of the soul
which are the hardest things of all to let go and the last to go.
When they are finally gone we have nothing left to run to but Him,
and when we do we find that He is the beginning,
the end and the center of every secret dream.

Ah, blessed Peniel—that mysterious and holy ground
where heartache collides head-on with romance,
that deep and shadowed land where we struggle
with God and with men and we overcome,
that painful yet glorious place which we may leave limping
with a wrenched hip but we do not care, for we have seen God’s face—
like Jacob, may we not pass you by without being forever changed.
Genesis 32

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Two wrestlers in training came to dance
In Maui and Batman pajama pants.
Mortal foes were they - and this match vital
To determine which contender earned the title.

The tension fierce - the blows began.
Batman clearly had the upper hand.
But Maui was fast and fought with heart -
He was moving quick and moving smart.

Well-paired they were - there’s been no fight fairer
Until Maui took a chance and made a grave error.
He took the match to his parents’ bed
And attempting a jump - fell and banged his head.

Now Batman could have declared clear victory
And celebrated poor Maui’s goose-egg misery.
But instead he went and got ice for it
And told his distraught Maui-brother - “I forfeit”.
I can’t help but find it amusing that the outcome of a match still mattered even to the one that got hurt, but it totally did!
I did not like pro wrestling -
No sir - I found it rough.
All the blood and weirdy fakeness!
And dudes almost in the buff!?!

I did not dig pro wrestling -
I found it most uncouth!
I found it much beneath me -
If you must know the truth.

Then I finally watched pro wrestling...
To prove to a cute boy I wasn't a fool.
And ******* I must now humbly confess -
At least - Shawn Michaels.... is pretty cool!
My husband grew up watching wrestling and I being one of three girls was never exposed to it and definitely had a predjudice against it. But honestly if nothing else  it turns out it can be pretty funny and we even had Stone Cold Steve Austin’s entrance music as our entrance music to our wedding reception..and it was awesome (Shawn Michaels’ music is still my favorite though but wildly inappropriate for that venue :))
...going to the library to check out some books and to find another potential poet underlining all the worst parts of the book for inspiration.

...hearing the crackling sounds of the vinyl just before the first song plays through the speakers.

...watching your daughter twirl her dress in a
meadow of flowers and your son running like a turkey because unfortunately, he was blessed
with his grandfather's genes.

...coming into work to find out your exasperating co-worker and unruly supervisor unexpectedly took the same day off.

...finding out your significant other has conquered the complicated thoughts in their mind for the most simplest tasks and pleasurable projects.

...watching your favorite underdog wrestler getting his or hers *** kicked and then becoming victorious at the last second.

...when a song comes on that fills you up with goosebumps in the most ******* way.

...getting lost in plucking bass strings over a fuzz pedal in the secluded laboratory with completely satisfying results.

...hearing the sounds of beer bottles shattering and cars crashing.

...spending lots of money to live like a hobo in that natural settings of the wilderness.

...spending no money and not living like a hobo in comforting zones of your own household.

...hiding under the blankets in the extremely spine chilling sounds of silence.

...knowing that a childhood friend has grown up drunk, living alone and randomly purchasing things to fill the void from lack of companionship.

...hearing the sounds of skateboard wheels riding over the cracks of sidewalks as you cruise the concrete waves of the urban jungle.

...curling up in a blanket with sleeping pets, having coffee and pie and watching horror movies or reading a good book on cozy afternoons.

...finding time to go fishing with a friend over a few beers and no cares in the world.

...waking up to thunderstorms followed by a big breakfast afterwards.

...receiving phone calls from your only friends, the bill collectors and not having to worry or feel bad for not answering.

...peeling your *** off the barstool like Velcro
from sitting too long to get up and take a ****.

...all of us ever wanting to walk through the garden of intoxicating elements while whistling and extracting a shot
                             and a beer
                                     to give us
                                           the strength
                                                    to keep on.
a dual
with catastrophic
nobility for
The Great
Khali cheer
his ring
kin to
the party  
as he
was Dalip
Singh and
wor his
shanty that
boast his
phony and
promoter caught
with alimony
a legend in his own mind
MARK RIORDAN Jul 2017
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The light dims.
The fire dies.
Darkness fills in the blanks.
Sweet release.
Tears against my cheek.
Now met with the dissatisfying drought.
Left alone in desolate cold.
Fear overwhelms.
Not fear of monsters or the simple unknown.
Fear that when my eyes grow heavy I will never lift them again.
I will become a stone.
Unmoved and cold.
To survive these nights alone.
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