What I miss

Self Loathing of a beast.

Some may call it a barbarism, yes!

Some may indeed consider me the sort of rough who enjoys it.

But than there are those who may consider me a schooled hand.

Of course there is  enough of chin wagging,

troubled looks,

worried faces,

and raised eye brows.

But there are those looks,

those sly glances.

near admiring,

wishing and wanting.

"To stand toe to toe,

how i admire the will,

nothing but a pair of hands,

damn it I wish I was young again!"

Missed,

past the time,

maybe?

Does one really remember his past foes,

does one remember the number,

the loss,

the wins,

those desperate draws?

The grid iron,

the track,

the misshapen field,

a crowded and dusty diamond,

and the meeting,

who was the winner,

the loser,

or the one longing to keep their title?

Some may consider it for the lesser of men,

some will look down and think;

"well just another one of that sort"

But some will smile,

some will know,

an unspoken many will understand,

and remember.

Down to the last two,

steady eyes,

wanting,

waiting,

predicting,

hoping,

wishing.

"Let my hands be true,

my will be righteous,

my opposition

be damned!"

The looks and statements tend to be meaningless,

'where they with you?' 

the thought that crosses your mind.

'Did you crack a jaw,

was it your knee nearly blown out?!

Did your muscles strain, 

crack,

fail you,

save you,

disappoint you?'

No,

you sat in your seat,

you cheered,

you booed,

but you were on the side lines.

Some ask me,

"326, do you miss it?

the grass of the field?

the smell of the ground,

spring of the ring,

dust of the diamond pitch,

lights of a parking lot?"

Sometimes I miss it,

one on one,

eye to eye,

predicting, 

moving, 

and wanting, the most important thing in a Brute's mind.

Be the last one standing.

I miss it, but I would rather try to educate, than knuckle to knuckle. More civilized what!

Author's Note

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[lee von cleef]

To think
To react
To be boxed in by
Anticipation
To trust your preparation...
Enough
To let your body, mind, go on...
"Autopilot"
To be free ,the initiator,reactor ,with you floating in a
Light
Separate from but...
Part of the...
All

[Michael of Gilead]

"But some will smile,
some will know"

Yeah, I know.....