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HEY WCP IF YA READING THIS BRO DO YA HAVE THIS CAN YOU POST IT OR SEND IT TO ME OR IF ANYONE HAS IT PLEASE POST IT. APPRECIATE IT EVERYONE.
Wcp, " Why I Do It"
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OK I know someone has to have it, who is going to come through.
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Actually I wrote this poem...and thanks to Buld0g for the graphics....makes a very nice poster as well...Enjoy
Ranger
Actually I wrote this poem...and thanks to Buld0g for the graphics....makes a very nice poster as well...Enjoy
Ranger
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RANGER !! THANKS BROTHER! MUCH APPRECIATED! I KNOW IM GOING TO DO THAT. I KNEW WCP WROTE IT BUT WASNT SURE WHO WROTE IT. ITS BEAUTIFUL BRO. POSTER, PRINT IT OUT PUT IT EVERYWHERE. ITS A STAPLE IN MY LIFE. THANKS AGAIN.
The Ranger
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Sacrafice
It was the night before the contest,
the Iron Brother lived all alone.
In a one bedroom house,
made of plaster and stone.
The Iron God came to this home,
for dedication that the Iron Brother did give.
And to look upon the squaller,
where the Iron Brother did live.
He had scars and stretch marks,
sprains and strains of all kinds.
And one pensive thought,
came through the Iron God's mind.
The Iron Brother's house was different,
inside was dark and dreary.
He found the home of an Iron Worshipper,
at once, he could see this clearly.
The Iron Brother lay sleeping,
breathing softly...so silent and alone.
Curled up on the floor,
in this one bedroom home.
The Iron God realized,
of all the Brothers he saw this night.
They were all commited to the Iron Throne,
and the Iron Bar, they were willing to fight.
Iron Brothers around the world,
knew the price they had to pay.
They bleed their Iron through overtime,
and rarely enjoy the light of day.
They bypassed good times, and parties,
each day, every month of the year.
The Iron God felt a kinship,
to the Iron Brother laying here.
The Iron God couldn't help but wonder,
how many Brothers lay alone.
And bodies ached throughout the night,
in these small, one bedroom homes.
Just the very thought,
brought a tear to the Iron Gods eye.
He then dropped to his knees,
and the Iron God began to cry.
The Iron Brother awakened,
and croaked out in a rough voice.
Iron God don't cry,
this life is my choice.
I lift to feel the freedom,
and I do not ask for more.
My life is yours Iron God,
and my body, to it's very core.
The Iron Brother breathed deeply,
and then lay quite, in his eternal sleep.
The Iron God couldn't control it,
and he softly, continued to weep.
The Iron God sat watch,
so silent...and so still.
Until he began to shiver,
at the coldness, of this nights chill.
He didn't want to leave,
on that dark and dreary night.
For the Guardian of the Iron Throne,
lay in death, before the Iron God's sight.
Ranger
THE CONVERSATION
The young Brother walked forward,
His face sad and drawn.
He held out a callused hand,
And felt these scars were wrong.
The Iron God stepped up,
And smacked his hands with a clap,
And through the chalky mist, he said.
"Young Brother, what is this crap?"
The young Brother drew away and sniffed,
Hid his eyes while wiping a tear.
"I've given you my best Iron God,
And bled Iron for a solid year!"
"It seems that I make no gains,
There was a time, I thought I could.
And the pain is getting harder,
It causes more harm now…than good!"
The Iron God stood there staring,
Then locked on the young one's eyes.
He searched his mind from "Back in the Day",
And re-called something clever and wise.
" Your ashamed of those hands,
But wear those calluses with pride.
For many an Iron Brother,
With callused hands lay down and died."
"It's not how many sets,
Nor the exercise…now is it?
It's when you feel the pain,
And it makes you want to quit."
The young Brother hung his head,
And flexed those callused hands.
"But Iron God", he said so softly,
"You just don't understand."
"Down there we are out numbered,
And the common one's are the worst.
They look and stare…they use bad form,
And they say the Iron Brothers are cursed."
"They never hit the squat rack,
And sometimes I have fallen prey.
Then they leave, and I'm in the zone,
But they're back, the very next day."
The Iron God squared his jaw,
Then tapped a thick, scarred finger.
And on the young Brother's face,
His eyes did sadly linger.
"This Iron war is not won,
By those who just say,"Screw it",
It is won by the Iron Brother's,
Who decide they can do it!"
"But what about the common one's,
Who are misled in their lives.
They've never felt the pain I know,
I can see it in their eyes?"
"You cannot help them young Brother,
Nor dictate their sad chosen path.
You cannot stop their ignorance,
Nor heal their weekend wrath's."
"Bleed Iron at the Iron Bar Throne,
And the pain will someday cease.
Then return to your one room house,
If only for an hour…know your peace!"
"But Iron God", the young Brother started,
His heart heavy with lead.
"I know the common one's down there,
They wish that I were dead!"
"I feel their stares burning,
They laugh and fling their mud.
Yet, who is there to thank me?
When I sweat my Iron Blood?"
The Iron God pursed his lips,
His answer lay unknown.
For he to had felt the pain,
A pain that hurts to the bone.
"There are no easy answers,
For the ache that you feel.
But appreciation, and their praise,
I'm afraid ain't a part of the deal."
"The respect will come with gratitude,
And admiration from the Iron Brother's too!
But, it will not come from the common one's,
Who cannot do what we can do!"
The young Brother felt the tears,
And looked down at his callused hands.
He knew he could not quit,
As he had already planned.
For now, he saw those callused hands,
Not just as something he does.
They are not just a symbol,
IT MADE HIM WHAT HE WAS!
AN IRON BROTHER
RANGER
THE CREATION
The Iron God did look upon the world,
With the common one's weak of mind.
He spake unto his Iron Disciples,
Saying, " I'll make a Brother of a different kind!"
For three days the Iron God labored,
The Disciples begged, " Finish it tomorrow!"
The Iron God did not reply,
For the world was in such sad sorrow.
The seventh day Iron God stood proud,
Iron Disciples did gather round.
They stood in awe of the Brother before them,
Yet, he did not utter a sound.
" Does he speak?" The Disciples asked.
Curiosity wrinkled upon their brow.
" He does not speak any words of mouth,
Though his gains doth speak out loud!"
" Behind those massive pec's,
Is what separates him from you.
Deep beneath the blood and gristle,
Is a Heart of Iron…Beating true!"
" Those Bicep peaks, and wide thick Tri's,
I made from a likeness of me.
Grab the tape, my Iron Disciples,
For they measure a cold, hard 23!"
"Admire the Squat thickened legs,
Most will turn away in distaste.
But, this body with no foundation,
Is just a body…waiting to waste!"
" Those forearms, bulging and tapered,
With veins rising to greet the skin.
Anything less than this perfection,
And I would start all over again!"
" And gaze in wild wonder, upon those lat's,
Spread out, so thick, and wide.
That " V " shape there before you,
Down there he won't be able to hide!"
" This is the first of many,
Who will fight for their place down there.
Anything aside the Iron Bar Throne,
Will cross his mind without a care!"
" This Iron Brother shall walk unequal,
All different…yet each one the same.
They will pass from the shadows silently,
Just nobody's…with no names!"
" They'll preach our Gospel, from the Throne,
Few will listen unto his words.
Blood of the palms, and the screams of pain,
Upon deaf ears…shall go unheard!"
An Iron Disciple moved forward,
Then stepped back, hiding his fear.
For upon that chiseled cheek,
Sat a single…golden tear.
" He hath sprung a leak!" Muttered one.
As they all continued to stare.
The Iron God shook his massive head,
And whispered, " I did not put that there."
" Step forward and gaze upon this face,
And remember this golden tear.
For it is the ultimate reminder,
It's "WE" Down there they fear!"
" That tear is a final testament,
To the sleepless nights, filled with pain.
And the Grunts through the chalk filled mists,
That will hide his hard fought gains!"
" That tear is our conviction,
To shoulder our burdens well.
Earning the right to the Iron God World,
He will first, lift his days through Hell!"
RANGER
Here's a few more oldies but goodies...compliments of Ole Ranger
It was the night before the contest,
the Iron Brother lived all alone.
In a one bedroom house,
made of plaster and stone.
The Iron God came to this home,
for dedication that the Iron Brother did give.
And to look upon the squaller,
where the Iron Brother did live.
He had scars and stretch marks,
sprains and strains of all kinds.
And one pensive thought,
came through the Iron God's mind.
The Iron Brother's house was different,
inside was dark and dreary.
He found the home of an Iron Worshipper,
at once, he could see this clearly.
The Iron Brother lay sleeping,
breathing softly...so silent and alone.
Curled up on the floor,
in this one bedroom home.
The Iron God realized,
of all the Brothers he saw this night.
They were all commited to the Iron Throne,
and the Iron Bar, they were willing to fight.
Iron Brothers around the world,
knew the price they had to pay.
They bleed their Iron through overtime,
and rarely enjoy the light of day.
They bypassed good times, and parties,
each day, every month of the year.
The Iron God felt a kinship,
to the Iron Brother laying here.
The Iron God couldn't help but wonder,
how many Brothers lay alone.
And bodies ached throughout the night,
in these small, one bedroom homes.
Just the very thought,
brought a tear to the Iron Gods eye.
He then dropped to his knees,
and the Iron God began to cry.
The Iron Brother awakened,
and croaked out in a rough voice.
Iron God don't cry,
this life is my choice.
I lift to feel the freedom,
and I do not ask for more.
My life is yours Iron God,
and my body, to it's very core.
The Iron Brother breathed deeply,
and then lay quite, in his eternal sleep.
The Iron God couldn't control it,
and he softly, continued to weep.
The Iron God sat watch,
so silent...and so still.
Until he began to shiver,
at the coldness, of this nights chill.
He didn't want to leave,
on that dark and dreary night.
For the Guardian of the Iron Throne,
lay in death, before the Iron God's sight.
Ranger
THE CONVERSATION
The young Brother walked forward,
His face sad and drawn.
He held out a callused hand,
And felt these scars were wrong.
The Iron God stepped up,
And smacked his hands with a clap,
And through the chalky mist, he said.
"Young Brother, what is this crap?"
The young Brother drew away and sniffed,
Hid his eyes while wiping a tear.
"I've given you my best Iron God,
And bled Iron for a solid year!"
"It seems that I make no gains,
There was a time, I thought I could.
And the pain is getting harder,
It causes more harm now…than good!"
The Iron God stood there staring,
Then locked on the young one's eyes.
He searched his mind from "Back in the Day",
And re-called something clever and wise.
" Your ashamed of those hands,
But wear those calluses with pride.
For many an Iron Brother,
With callused hands lay down and died."
"It's not how many sets,
Nor the exercise…now is it?
It's when you feel the pain,
And it makes you want to quit."
The young Brother hung his head,
And flexed those callused hands.
"But Iron God", he said so softly,
"You just don't understand."
"Down there we are out numbered,
And the common one's are the worst.
They look and stare…they use bad form,
And they say the Iron Brothers are cursed."
"They never hit the squat rack,
And sometimes I have fallen prey.
Then they leave, and I'm in the zone,
But they're back, the very next day."
The Iron God squared his jaw,
Then tapped a thick, scarred finger.
And on the young Brother's face,
His eyes did sadly linger.
"This Iron war is not won,
By those who just say,"Screw it",
It is won by the Iron Brother's,
Who decide they can do it!"
"But what about the common one's,
Who are misled in their lives.
They've never felt the pain I know,
I can see it in their eyes?"
"You cannot help them young Brother,
Nor dictate their sad chosen path.
You cannot stop their ignorance,
Nor heal their weekend wrath's."
"Bleed Iron at the Iron Bar Throne,
And the pain will someday cease.
Then return to your one room house,
If only for an hour…know your peace!"
"But Iron God", the young Brother started,
His heart heavy with lead.
"I know the common one's down there,
They wish that I were dead!"
"I feel their stares burning,
They laugh and fling their mud.
Yet, who is there to thank me?
When I sweat my Iron Blood?"
The Iron God pursed his lips,
His answer lay unknown.
For he to had felt the pain,
A pain that hurts to the bone.
"There are no easy answers,
For the ache that you feel.
But appreciation, and their praise,
I'm afraid ain't a part of the deal."
"The respect will come with gratitude,
And admiration from the Iron Brother's too!
But, it will not come from the common one's,
Who cannot do what we can do!"
The young Brother felt the tears,
And looked down at his callused hands.
He knew he could not quit,
As he had already planned.
For now, he saw those callused hands,
Not just as something he does.
They are not just a symbol,
IT MADE HIM WHAT HE WAS!
AN IRON BROTHER
RANGER
THE CREATION
The Iron God did look upon the world,
With the common one's weak of mind.
He spake unto his Iron Disciples,
Saying, " I'll make a Brother of a different kind!"
For three days the Iron God labored,
The Disciples begged, " Finish it tomorrow!"
The Iron God did not reply,
For the world was in such sad sorrow.
The seventh day Iron God stood proud,
Iron Disciples did gather round.
They stood in awe of the Brother before them,
Yet, he did not utter a sound.
" Does he speak?" The Disciples asked.
Curiosity wrinkled upon their brow.
" He does not speak any words of mouth,
Though his gains doth speak out loud!"
" Behind those massive pec's,
Is what separates him from you.
Deep beneath the blood and gristle,
Is a Heart of Iron…Beating true!"
" Those Bicep peaks, and wide thick Tri's,
I made from a likeness of me.
Grab the tape, my Iron Disciples,
For they measure a cold, hard 23!"
"Admire the Squat thickened legs,
Most will turn away in distaste.
But, this body with no foundation,
Is just a body…waiting to waste!"
" Those forearms, bulging and tapered,
With veins rising to greet the skin.
Anything less than this perfection,
And I would start all over again!"
" And gaze in wild wonder, upon those lat's,
Spread out, so thick, and wide.
That " V " shape there before you,
Down there he won't be able to hide!"
" This is the first of many,
Who will fight for their place down there.
Anything aside the Iron Bar Throne,
Will cross his mind without a care!"
" This Iron Brother shall walk unequal,
All different…yet each one the same.
They will pass from the shadows silently,
Just nobody's…with no names!"
" They'll preach our Gospel, from the Throne,
Few will listen unto his words.
Blood of the palms, and the screams of pain,
Upon deaf ears…shall go unheard!"
An Iron Disciple moved forward,
Then stepped back, hiding his fear.
For upon that chiseled cheek,
Sat a single…golden tear.
" He hath sprung a leak!" Muttered one.
As they all continued to stare.
The Iron God shook his massive head,
And whispered, " I did not put that there."
" Step forward and gaze upon this face,
And remember this golden tear.
For it is the ultimate reminder,
It's "WE" Down there they fear!"
" That tear is a final testament,
To the sleepless nights, filled with pain.
And the Grunts through the chalk filled mists,
That will hide his hard fought gains!"
" That tear is our conviction,
To shoulder our burdens well.
Earning the right to the Iron God World,
He will first, lift his days through Hell!"
RANGER
Here's a few more oldies but goodies...compliments of Ole Ranger
~~~SlickassBiatch~~~
New member
..
and the Ranger comes through...
i was trying to find it, from when you sent it to me, but couldnt...
and the Ranger comes through...
i was trying to find it, from when you sent it to me, but couldnt...
The Ranger
New member
Shit Darl'in...I've written around 200 of them....Here's one that got E2 in a little hot water with his Girlfriend....heh heh heh...Enjoy
E2 and his Skank!
Twas the night before the contest,
And fuck it was neat.
The sus 250 was kicking,
And the whore was in heat!
The computer was shut down,
The phone was off the hook.
It was time for some pussy,
As my hard-on shook!
The skank in her teddy,
And I in the nude.
Just hit the bed,
And reached for the lube!
When out on the lawn,
There arose such a cry.
That I lost my hard-on,
And the skank went dry!
Up to the window,
I sprang like an elf.
Tore back the shades,
As skank fingered herself!
The moon on the crest,
Of the snowman I'd built.
Showed a broom up his ass,
Clear to the hilt!
When what to my wondering,
Eyes should appear.
The Ranger from the Elite Board,
Showing no fear!
Rippled in muscle...
6% body fat.
Ranger stood grinning,
From where he was at!
He looked to his crotch,
And gave it a rub.
Laughed like hell,
Then puked on my shrubs!
I put on my pants,
To cover my ass.
When through the front door,
He came in with a crash!
Is this a whore house,
He yelled with a smile.
The T200 is rock'in,
And it's been a while!
He walked into the kitchen,
Had GHB for a drink.
Then pulled out his cock,
And pissed in the sink!
I wanted to laugh,
The whore smiled with glee.
Ole Ranger was hung,
Clear down to his knee!
He reached in his pocket,
A box of condoms was his find.
Then pulled out 6 pair of panties...
The edible kind!
He looked at the skank,
And almost shit.
Damn she's ugly,
I think I'll split!
He stumbled to his car,
But his feet were like lead.
Slipped on the ice,
And farted instead!
He started the car,
It fired up without a hitch.
I'm getting out of here E2...
Your skank is a BITCH!!
Ranger
E2 and his Skank!
Twas the night before the contest,
And fuck it was neat.
The sus 250 was kicking,
And the whore was in heat!
The computer was shut down,
The phone was off the hook.
It was time for some pussy,
As my hard-on shook!
The skank in her teddy,
And I in the nude.
Just hit the bed,
And reached for the lube!
When out on the lawn,
There arose such a cry.
That I lost my hard-on,
And the skank went dry!
Up to the window,
I sprang like an elf.
Tore back the shades,
As skank fingered herself!
The moon on the crest,
Of the snowman I'd built.
Showed a broom up his ass,
Clear to the hilt!
When what to my wondering,
Eyes should appear.
The Ranger from the Elite Board,
Showing no fear!
Rippled in muscle...
6% body fat.
Ranger stood grinning,
From where he was at!
He looked to his crotch,
And gave it a rub.
Laughed like hell,
Then puked on my shrubs!
I put on my pants,
To cover my ass.
When through the front door,
He came in with a crash!
Is this a whore house,
He yelled with a smile.
The T200 is rock'in,
And it's been a while!
He walked into the kitchen,
Had GHB for a drink.
Then pulled out his cock,
And pissed in the sink!
I wanted to laugh,
The whore smiled with glee.
Ole Ranger was hung,
Clear down to his knee!
He reached in his pocket,
A box of condoms was his find.
Then pulled out 6 pair of panties...
The edible kind!
He looked at the skank,
And almost shit.
Damn she's ugly,
I think I'll split!
He stumbled to his car,
But his feet were like lead.
Slipped on the ice,
And farted instead!
He started the car,
It fired up without a hitch.
I'm getting out of here E2...
Your skank is a BITCH!!
Ranger
The Ranger
New member
And one of my personal favorites
THE WAY WE LIVE OUR LIFE
The Iron Brother was getting old,
And his hair was falling fast.
He sat around the Iron Throne,
Telling stories of his past.
Of the Iron War he fought,
And the lifting deeds he had done.
In his exploits with his Iron Brothers,
They were Hero's…Every one.
And though sometimes unto his Brothers,
His tales became a joke.
All the Iron Brothers did listen,
For they knew whereof he spoke.
We shall hear our Brother no longer,
Our Iron Brother has passed away.
And the Iron World is somewhat poorer,
For an Iron Brother died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
One child and a wife.
Though he lived for the extra ordinary,
He led an uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family,
And he lifted his own way.
The world won't note his passing,
For an Iron Brother died today.
When Politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state.
And the common ones note their passing,
While proclaiming, they were great.
They tell of their life stories,
As far back as when they were young.
But the passing of an Iron Brother,
Goes unnoticed and unsung.
His greatest contribution,
To those hard and callused hands.
Was when a Brother was scammed,
He backed his fellow man.
Yes, this is our Iron Brother,
Who lived his life with strife.
He served the Iron Throne,
And sacrificed his life.
It's so easy to forget them,
For "Back in the Day" was long ago.
But, our Iron Brother remained in the Game,
Though he was tired and had to go.
He was just an Iron Brother,
And our ranks are growing thin.
He is a symbol to remind us,
That we need his likes again.
If we cannot do him, honor,
Though he's not here to reap the praise.
Let's pay homage to the Iron Throne,
And the passing of his days.
Perhaps a simple grunt of pain,
That would somehow seem to say.
Our Brotherhood is in mourning,
For an Iron Brother passed away.
RANGER
THE WAY WE LIVE OUR LIFE
The Iron Brother was getting old,
And his hair was falling fast.
He sat around the Iron Throne,
Telling stories of his past.
Of the Iron War he fought,
And the lifting deeds he had done.
In his exploits with his Iron Brothers,
They were Hero's…Every one.
And though sometimes unto his Brothers,
His tales became a joke.
All the Iron Brothers did listen,
For they knew whereof he spoke.
We shall hear our Brother no longer,
Our Iron Brother has passed away.
And the Iron World is somewhat poorer,
For an Iron Brother died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
One child and a wife.
Though he lived for the extra ordinary,
He led an uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family,
And he lifted his own way.
The world won't note his passing,
For an Iron Brother died today.
When Politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state.
And the common ones note their passing,
While proclaiming, they were great.
They tell of their life stories,
As far back as when they were young.
But the passing of an Iron Brother,
Goes unnoticed and unsung.
His greatest contribution,
To those hard and callused hands.
Was when a Brother was scammed,
He backed his fellow man.
Yes, this is our Iron Brother,
Who lived his life with strife.
He served the Iron Throne,
And sacrificed his life.
It's so easy to forget them,
For "Back in the Day" was long ago.
But, our Iron Brother remained in the Game,
Though he was tired and had to go.
He was just an Iron Brother,
And our ranks are growing thin.
He is a symbol to remind us,
That we need his likes again.
If we cannot do him, honor,
Though he's not here to reap the praise.
Let's pay homage to the Iron Throne,
And the passing of his days.
Perhaps a simple grunt of pain,
That would somehow seem to say.
Our Brotherhood is in mourning,
For an Iron Brother passed away.
RANGER
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