Don’t let the last name fool you of Greene
As you continue to read, you will understand what made him structured lean
Mr. Greene was a man who won International Federation of Bodybuilders of MR. WORLD title twice
There were times when Mr. Greene called Joe Weider and asked for advice
It was intensity with the weights
Then taking in food protein and drinking protein shakes
Mr. Greene is a personal friend of mine
He used to tell me stories of bodybuilding ways
Also stay away from drugs and go astray
Yet he was every bodybuilder’s friend
But on the Bodybuilding stage, it was about the win
Mr. Greene’s muscles were his voice on stage
In the audience, it was the posing that did amaze
It left the audience and Judge’s in a daze
It was his proportion being the fine line
Then it was the repetitions that contributed being combined
Under the spotlight, Mr. Greene was the terminator
But it was his posing being the illustrator
Franklyn Greene was focused down to the finish
This is what makes him distinguished
A Bodybuilding champion who was meant to be
The world witnessed and was able to see
Mr. Greene made Bodybuilding everything that it should be
He is now retired from competition, but continues to train
Bodybuilding in his heart still remains
His motto, “Train with focus and eye on detail”
Franklyn Greene who did achieve and many bodybuilding awards he did receive. Accomplishments with many wins, and with a past being a milestone, but the name of Franklyn Greene who is still known.

"BUG"

I saw a Bug Battle,
in the cracks of the street Blood and Struggle
Their plastic screams and cellophane curses were almost like yours and mine.
Until a brave one crawled to my ear,
and he told me of his trial in the street crack theater,
I grinned as if I cared, he smiled like he had the time
He said "in whose camp does your banner fly, and can I have you on my side?"
He loaded a Pistol while I replied:
I said: I'm anti-pro no shout catechist, so keep your pamphlets political activist,
You take your cause for lack of a purpose in life,
pursuit of happiness, "eudemonia"  good spiritedness
you're living proof that ignorance aint bliss
Pray "Libira nos a malo!" and Free Tibet!
But you never prayed for the souls with affixed Bayonets;
so I wave like the man being shot from the cannon;
born on this chunk of warm rock hurling through nothing;
who only on the front of spirit can fight;
Storm the Bastille of desperate life;
and dance in the street every night till the day I die.
The Bug Replied:
Know All, Know all, in the dialog to win,
two grants are a Franklyn one Lincoln's just a fin?
Posit value for this bug since you're so well balanced,
gaining perspective from the outermost valence;
you never killed what you eat and confuse "labor with action,"
  but you think you're to evolved to fight for my faction;
We're currency baby as we live and breed,
BASTILLE for you ATTICA for me!
better get in the frae my anti anti teacher
before it ***** you along with every other fighting creature;
I'm going back to me cell where I breathe a little freer;
but let me give a final though like I'm Jerry Springer:
If happiness is purpose than you can call my purpose love,
to survive I fight the Battle and to me you're the bug.
Thunderstruck, I sat on the curb,
realizing I could be a "social surd;"
then I saw my small confessor get killed in a raid;
I would have stomped out his assassin if I wasn't so afraid;
instead I rose to my feet, and walked straight home,
locked myself in, and wrote out this song,
I think of the bug while I'm dancing in the street,
every time my neighbor throughs a sneaker at me;
I feel his wrestles spirit longing to fight,
while I'm drinking and singing in the middle of the night,
than it hits me:
The bug was right

Every hum
How sweet
Rhythm the sound
Franklyn Greene the man
Had his own demand
Lived to proof
Enthused
True Sportsmen
Solid foundation
Hourglass timed out
Whispers from the distance
Distances far and close
Yesterday’s past
Tomorrow’s everlasting
The one day came
Followed by soar
Beyond the eyes of the world
Descended and transitioned
I will always remember
Encouragement gained
Honor in the Blakie call
Embrace from Brotherly to Brotherly
Heart driven with every beat
Every talk was a treat
Every joke had a laugh
Peace, Comfort and Tranquility
Thank you for your friendship
This is not goodbye, but until we meet again
Blakie waves
I promise I will behave
Blakie out

Preparation and Discipline
The start leading to greatness
The man, Legend Franklyn Greene
He trained while being determined
It was pump of Bodybuilding blood
The more he trained and admired other champions before him, Mr. Greene was more inspired
It didn’t matter if he got tired, but knew he had a mission at hand
The demand to succeed
Mr. Greene was aiming for achievement and recognition
Muscle magazines were his presentation
After years of lifting weights with sacrifice started to pay off.

Mr. Greene practiced posing precision and nutrition to help him define his muscles in body transformation
Training intensity without hesitation
He entered in his first bodybuilding competitions in his homeland of TRINIDAD in the West Indies
Mr. Greene competed in the Mr. Port of Spain and Mr. West Indies and doing quite well for an amateur placing first place each time
It was a good start, but Franklyn Greene wanted to get more into the mainstream of professional Bodybuilding
It was America here I come
Moving to America, his Bodybuilding agenda took off like a 747 jetliner
Mr. Greene started competing with the best of the best in bodybuilding such as Arnold Schwarzzenger, Robby Robinson, Roy Callender, Leon Brown and the list goes on and on.

Mr. Franklyn Greene entered the IFBB Mr. World and won top honors in each year he entered
He took bodybuilding to another level by working at Mid-City Gym on West 49th Street as a Manager and Personal Trainer
In New York City
He wanted to share his theory, knowledge and experience in helping other achieve their own bodybuilding success
It was technique, concept and focus
Let me add, Mr. Franklyn Greene competed in bodybuilding competitions across the globe and recognition followed him throughout
Mr. Greene continued to show muscles superb pump after pump and becoming a true sportsman
True champions are committed being devoted to their craft
Amateur proving professional
Trophy’s mounted that I couldn’t even count
World Class Bodybuilder
Always believing in the possibilities with putting determination in action
Champions are proven, but see their own perfection
Born to be a champion that became in the making
Sacrifice, Focus, Assurance and Inspiration

What we then thought was fact was, in fact, a fiction because addiction can make us believe what we want to.
and it's
when the shivers run through you and the knives come to cut you and the doctors are trying to 'nut you off '
only then do you think that there might be a problem, but easily solved, absorbed in suspension defying or decrying attention but making a statement which doesn't make sense.

inducing a coma, a full stop or comma it's then up to you to decide.

For a long time
nineteen sixty-nine
was all I could remember
and all
I wanted to recall.

If that's true then who am I kidding?

I think the horsemen are coming
but that's just another fear.

I could have had a starring role
but I opted for a bacon roll,

choices?
never follow the voices in your head.

the heart is the best barometer
for choosing when and whatever.

Six of the clock and I'm in shock
because
the day exploded in front of me
like a plan for a man
who had no plan in mind.

This could be one of those times
when I think I'm awake but in fact
am still dreaming,

oh, I do hope so.

Humble and true.
There was a very close friend
A man being and the warmth like the sun
A smile that would make the Moon grin
The man, my buddy Franklyn Greene
He died three years ago
I didn’t take his death well when I was told
I knew him over 30+ years from teenage to adult
It’s hard when you lose someone close
Mr. Greene is worthy of my boast
He was like nobody else
He had strength to turn a small rock into pebble pieces
Yet, had strength in character
Franklyn Greene was my biggest fan and always gave me inspiration.

Mr. Greene would often say, “I have seen you grow from teenager to a Man”
I am proud in who you have become
You believed in yourself, and he always believed in me
It was Franklyn Greene’s assurance and influence that I began
To believe in my own purpose in life
Fulfilling my dreams that became realities meant to be
Strong Man
Mr. Greene was always full of encouragement
My destination surfaced through the morning sunrise surpassed Beyond the sunset.

Life can be funny at times and complexed
It’s the hard knocks being the learning experiences through the pitfalls in making one strong and making one’s life complete
Mr. Greene, you were instrumental in my life more than you know
You are looking down on me with giving me an applause
But it is me giving you applause
Through your friendship, and our words spoken that I see life and living it
Thank you friend my everlasting buddy.

somehow boredom matters and allowed itself
my mind:
restless laziness i am finding
is the required injection
the panacea of measuring the right amounts
because living alone is stressful
and i'm back living under one roof with parents
and i'm dosing self-dosing
i smoked some marijuana and tobacco
in that European hurtful
and drank a little *****
and i'm alone and no wife
nagging me
and daughter nagging me and her
and i smoked and drank a little
because i want to imitate the headache:
and listen to music
and write and if i can't speak to anyone
because the gnocchi came out ****
blame the potatoes
or rather i didn't add enough flour...
what's Spanish for milk and flour?
leche y harina...
         pan y manteca: that's F:
not an S...
which brings me unto the Hellenic Z...
and what will i do
read a book
yeah but reading can translate into a very
anti-religious feeling of organising parts of life
that are questions and the paths
of question-worthiness
most notable in the context of Da-Sein
that would be the You
of the Self the self-questioning
a Moral Gesticulation to Ghost...
i'm back to watching *******
and a limp ****
because the mind is switched on
in the bellybutton the the world that is London:
you need a different life-speed
to question that distance and pockets of time
we are:
   the term escapes me:
but it is hidden in Da-Sein...
              if there is a Da-Sein...
there must be a -Zeit...
                          space is counterintuitive
to the mind... given the confines
of the immediacy of body
and nothing
but also the idea of pets and organisms
and if man is an animal
then as an ecosystem
of bacteria viruses
foreign bodies
and even parasites
from there
working toward dogs and cats
and horses
and beyond that the immediate family
****** and return to *****
a ***** Among the Ecosystem of
the body... and body thus as translating
into the Res Extensa:
that is truly objective:
i know i am subjected to the body
but the body is also subject of me
and as pronoun with only nouns and
no verbs attached to it:\
grammatically speaking
i am by now a liquirice fluorescent octopus...
called Nagging Frankie...
not Franklyn my other Long Lyn... of abstract...

ah yes: for the Da-Sein there must be a different
"there" to being... i need to find another preposition
within the confines of Zeit...

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it's so boring falling asleep alone
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