She sat alone in the throne of hope

Weaving dreams in colors of faith.

Looking beyond her eyes can see,

Painting dreams that preached life.

They sang to her the eloquence of life,

Within the lifetime of unspoken hues

Danced in the canvas of swirling tears,

Drowning a world deep in her eyes.

I had been a professional wrestling fan for over two decades of my life. For any wrestling fan, Macho Man represents the pinnacle of showmanship and excellence. Flamboyant, outspoken and high flying, Macho Man could never be replicated. Finally Macho Man pinned WWE and corporate politics on his way to legitimize the concept of Hall of Fame in professional wrestling. We had witness many irrelevant figures inducted into professional wrestling hall of fame such as Mike Tyson and Drew Carey. Finally it is time for the King.

The life of Randy Mario Poffo, was as flamboyant as in in-ring persona. Controversial and beyond the fourth wall, such an era could never be recreated without the genius and dedication of such an artist. Despite shabby promotion the character Macho Man outlived the politics behind the backstage to become one of the icons of pop culture. It is an irony that Hulk Hogan, the man himself who tried to bury the legacy of Macho Man numerous times is forced to induct the King to save his face from the fury of Randy Poffo.

Macho Man in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Your reign may come. Elbow drops will be done. On Earth as in heaven. Give us to day the cream of the crop. forgive us our sins, as we elbow drop those who sin against us. Do not bring us to the test. But deliver us from Hogan. 

Past is the present for our memories

I wasn't awakened or enamoured,

by the truth that weaved my life.

Choices I made and voices we lost,

In the shadow of your eyes.

Oceans apart but a breath so close;

Felt the memories that strain life.

Will there be blossoms to bring me alive?

Would the blossoms to remember my tomb?

~ H.B

In a world of constant pain there are no colors but illusions. Illusions that blanket all our perceptions from which arise our definition of reality. Almost blurred among the physical and metaphysical realms we stumble upon a concept. A concept that is vivid and tangible based on the perception we embraced. When a million eyes are upon our destiny what is perceived doesn't matter at all. All that matters is the void we are here to fill in.