Embers

Embers

Two courtesans stand watch over the room,

First, a graceful dancer lithe like a loon,

And then a tin stranger, her stoic groom.

Silently he stares at his true love's face,

Thinking wondrous things of that little waif.

Again, his shy smiles grace her rose blush,

While he stands at his post, flush!

But an errant wind gives flight to her feet,

"Help!" she screams, removed from her seat.

Winter's capricious gust, leads her astray,

Into the hearth where embers play.

Paper crinkles and rose blush smears,

As the soldier exclaims. "I come, my dear."

So the tin man falls, sealing his fate,

Meeting his love, in the fire's grate.

Now wood is burning, as is tin,

Tears and sadness, masked in Inferno's kiln.

This was a final goodbye, but also a first hello,

Breaking the fury's sorrow with a warming glow.

Outside no one watches these melting hearts,

That shall nevermore, be kept apart.

Raps by the N.B.F.M.

One:

Pretend for moment That I'm really legit,

Reppin' I-hood and giving rappers fits.

Dropping sick rhymes and groovin' to the beat,

People saying that the kid is ridicuosly street.

Never had to scuffle to make it to the top,

Never had to struggle to make my rhymes pop.

Then memberin' the things going so bad,

Praises come and went, left feelin' like a fad.

I'm all alone, wihout a single friend,

Joys ain't coming, so I gotta pretend.

Head hurtin' so I try a ball game swish,

Air ball, so thinkin' and waitin' for a wish.

and Two:

BFM, the name is what you gonna be feelin'

Don't dribble close cuz I be stealin',

Ball games, your girl, anything I seein'

You can't stop me, Cuz i'm in position,

To take over the world, one game at time,

Dude's be trippin', chick's sayin' im fine.

But they ain't frontin', they ain't lyin'

My sick rhymes got other rapper's cryin'.

Before you get on, stop and think for minute,

You'll get your chance, now juss lemme finish.

Came into the world, with 'Tucky on top,

Now running with The Wall, dimes on the drop,

Anything you can do, I can do better,

Like Em said in 8Mile, im runnin' with chedda.

So when they say they game me, I say let 'em

They'll try their best, and then get all fed up.

We'll see who stays on top of this lil rap mountian,

I'm the Niagara falls, baby you're just a fountain.

When you bridge falls down and you be drownin'

Come see me flyin high and start my clownin'.

Winds Blowin'

A Fall Frolic

Summer serenity comes to a halt in the cold November breeze,

As I careen from my concourse to the street corner kiln.

I see the flickers of my soul coaxing flying sparks,

As a destitute chases the ephemeral flames,

Hoping to preserve the charitiable calidity, if only for a moment.

Lazing past the blacksmith, I share his quotidian woes,

I stop and see his futility:

Clanging incorrigible iron with resignation.

I shed a tear for his trouble,

And despite his imprecations, stumble silently onwards.

I waft past the weekend paramour, reminiscing on a love's lost refrain,

Cradling the progeny of loneliness from the pestilence of frost.

I see a beacon of shadow--nay, a lantern--by her side,

Revealing effete porcelain against the backdrop of misery,

And a touch of rouge, which paints the sky blood.

Finding no swallows, I drift aimlessly into the night,

Nipping at the coattails of a furtive titmouse,

Despite my malicious malingering, I am craven,

For I dare not approach my nemesis, brother Boreas.

No Delphi is needed for this portent: my hourglass turns no more.

All is quiet as diaphanous snowflakes blanket the ground,

At last! A tenuous slumber, like a callow youth in his mother's clasp.

Recollecting past opulence, and present penury,

I glimpse my vestige in the frigid river bed and cry.

I am many.

I am one.

Broken voices, like broken glass strewn across the sand, whisper:

I am summer's waif, now old and weary,

Forgotten in the wake of this autumn dreary.

Wrightfully Yours

Into The Black

It is a quiet night, with not a gale to be heard,

Neither the chatter of men, nor the squawk of a bird.

The moon is but faint, and the stars hiding, shy!

Not even a firefly to light up the night sky.

The mariner looks out and sees a mirage,

Of a lovely lady; it must be a facade!

He sees bundles of joy, and the dinner table set,

Expecting flagons of ale, and many a jest.

He yells, "Be gone, young runts, get out of my sight!

In your mother's company, do I dine tonight."

Yet, with a jolt, he wakes up furious and wet,

At an errant wave that did his delusion upset.

Peering into the black, the lonely sailor screams:

"Where is my love and all of my dreams?"

Writing

Two Hands

Two tickets brought into question.

An unexpected answer:

Friendship.

Mirror, mirrors on the all the walls!

Chubby and then skinny,

Giggling.

Gluttony for the sake of bravado.

A challenge overcome!

One smile.

On the wheel, kissing the horizon.

Stuck at the very top,

Heart racing!

Watching the pregnant sun swell,

Appearing to burst into,

Burgundy.

Finally, a cotton candy ecstasy: sticky sweet.

Now two hands as one.

Bliss.

Finished Reading:

- "Octopussy and The Living Daylights" by Ian Fleming

Currently Reading:

- "Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad

- "Clouds" by some Greek dude

Reading

Finished:

"Dr. No" by Ian Fleming

In progress:

"Octopussy and the Living Daylights" by Ian Fleming

Quote on Yahoo Sports from some random person:

"Went to the game last night, and Kanter was really strong. He ditched Washington for Kentucky? Well F this kid for that. Calipari is running some kind of show there. Starting to hate that program more than Duke."

Ah Kentucky, its good to be back ;).

Nice Try, Thanks for playing.

Goodbye title hopes. Goodnight, talks of a number one seed. Adios, NCAA tourney? Well, it may be a frightening possibility. Patterson, Cousins, Bledsoe, Wall, and Baby Face?? Yes! Even Daniel 3-points-3-rebounds-per-game Orton, is gone. That was one very brief shining moment. :(