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The Muse in me has gone away

My spirit fades into oblivion everyday.

How did this happen and why?

How did my well of inspiration go dry?

Where did Satire go, did he find a place to hide?

Is he in the deep reaches of my mind inside?

We joked of LeBron James and Kevin Durant

Spoofing them while keeping them current

Then you decided to lose your sheer humor

Your legendary exploits reduced to a mere rumor.

Even I am unsure, perhaps it is Time

Passing me by while taking my rhyme.

Or it is the Devil who thieved my poetic soul

Leaving me this void, which used to be whole.

Perhaps it is this bulb in me that shone twice as bright

But lasted half as long and no longer provides the light.

Maybe it is I, the man that is me

I am not the same demigod I used to be.

I lack my passion, the fire, and poetic drive

I need to regain my spirit to be alive.

Perhaps I will journey to Hell like Dante before

And find myself with my soul once more.

And then I can begin to scribe that day

With doubts dead and my spirit to stay.

September 24, 2010

The Man That Is Me

Inside this exterior lies the man that is me 

But treat me wrongly it will be our worst enemy 

I have a shell of which is hard to break 

Emotions that creates this façade I fake

I have done things most have never achieved 

But I’m not hard in fact I’m simple to read 

My emotional side exists but lacks any prevalence 

Which matters not because it’s treated with little relevance. 

Since I was a child I was treated so very cruel

By peers during my days before high school. 

I have never felt the true warmth of a woman's touch

No affection for me exists, at least not that much 

But I am kind you see, I am not always forceful

When I commit sins I repent very remorseful.

  

I am so tired of being ignored and rejected 

By those I’m far above, by whom I should be respected 

I am better than you or what you would want to think 

My path to greatness and glory is about to reach the brink! 

  

Don’t pass me by just because I am being real 

Unlike other peons who fake how they really feel. 

Honestly I can care less if you live or die 

I’m not gonna please you by living Goddamn a lie 

My power is enough to bleed the stars and the Moon 

I can be adored and worshipped by all of you soon

I don’t want to be a monster or a Devil to thee

I just want to be accepted for the man that is me.

July 11, 2010

A Problem With Pitchers

The hurler stands atop his dirt mound

His mind barely blocking every little sound.

His challenger rises and steps to oppose

While the hurler accepts and heavily throws.

He hurls that leathery stone of his

Hoping the swinger to swing and miss.

It curves, it breaks, it slithers away 

Only for it to be broken in the light of summer’s day.

The ball leaves no longer to be in sight

While the hurler’s arm loses all of its might.

Mistake and mistake repeated kills the rates

It’s time for a changeup, so declares the Fates.

And so the once mighty hurler begins to descend

To the bullpen where he’ll never escape again.

A Lover's Madness

Oh sweet, fragile, and hostage love of mine.

When did I first meet you, I can’t remember the time

You’ve put a spell and charm on my soul,

A soul of which is as dark as coal.

Oh sweet love, I will attend your institution,

And hopefully not mistake you for prostitution.

Yeah love, let me call you baby, boo-thang, and shawty

And accept these names, I don’t care if your attitude is haughty.

It’s time to see the Truth-no not Paul Pierce!

The truth is, behold! my love for you is all fierce.

Use your pretty head my dear and accept thee

For all my insanity and do not reject me!

Please please please, know that I must have you

Or else I will have nothing special to do.

Wait…timeout, why do you say we cannot be?

And how come I have never seen you in my sights to see?

Cease speaking love, I’m tired of being effin berated.

Sorry, I’ll stop using profanity and keep it G-Rated.

Alright love, now I’m really starting to get pissed!

Because right now I just found out that you do not exist! 

So all this time I thought you were real

Now what the heck am I supposed to feel?

And now, love made me a joke of humanity. 

Oh man…I really was in a pointless fantasy.

I was trapped in the Dream-no not Hakeem! 

Oh no…I’m going nuts, I’m unwell, I mean.

I had a burning heart…which only love I desired

No wait…that’s something my madness just sired.   

June 6, 2010 

All Day

He’s gonna run inside and outside the line all day 

His style of speed and power makes us love to watch him play.

Give him the ball, hand it off to him, so he can run 

But do not use the formation that goes from the gun.

They said he would be great during his days as a Sooner 

Because “he-could-go-all-the-way” as said by Boomer.

They say he is like the Sweetness in his game

And fans call him Purple Jesus, perhaps his silliest name.

Yet even to his glory, there is a flaw much too terrible to tell.

And every time it comes up, he creates his own Hell.

He is like Hercules as he is a brick wall

But even with such strength he still can’t hold the ball! 

Ever since his rookie year fumbling still seems to lurk

No matter his effort to improve, nothing seems to work!

This weakness, is his loose screw to weaken his armor.

A screw that can undo him like what happened to Tiki Barber.

So hopefully he overcomes this fatal weakness somehow, someway 

Or else he’ll be bumbling and fumbling the football all day. 

June 6, 2010

The Fall of Kings

Behold this testament by the full-court Muse

A hearing of a tragedy of which is hard to refuse.  

What you are about to hear is hard to behold

This tale of how royalty never got the gold.

At a time these chieftains were all great

And they were easy to love and hard to hate.

With a valiant effort they attempted to rule the west

By proving they were greater than all the rest.

They brought attention and love from the crowd

Who expressed their love by being ever loud.

  

Every season they were always in the hunt for more

Glory which could add to their legendary lore.

Yet together these regal warriors might began to fade

They would be in a better hunt with every trade.

We lost our power and all our respect

There was only failure, which fans could expect.

  

Like the Morningstar we started our painful fall

Into the abyss where there was nothing good at all. 

Now we have our hopes on someone who is barely of age

Out hope is that he can free us from our forsaken cage. 

Now you have heard the story about regality without rings

Weep somberly for the tragedy of the Sacramento Kings.

 June 13, 2010 

Flower of Chicago

A flower was the first taken ahead of the rest

To lead a team which he is their best. 

This team has a rich and proud story

A story and a myriad from His Airness’ glory

Instantly this flower made his impact known

Yet parts of his skills have not grown.

He struggles shooting from 3-point range

Yet he attacks the lane with speed considered strange

His skill will develop as he still grows

He will soon blossom into the Windy City’s Rose.


July 16, 2010

Apotheosis Lost

A story will be spoken from this hard-court verse

Of one who would not save his city from its ill-fated curse

Events have taken place not meant to be

Yet there is more to this than any can see.

The man you see is like Magic with a ball

A hero whose quest for glory adds to his fall

The Forest City’s hopes are truly forever done

Shattered by the departure of a false Chosen One

Although this begins the era for his first ring

His departure means his dethroning as the King

It is true a championship he will possess

While he hears Cleveland's cries of distress.

No longer can he be better than the Black Mamba

Needing to join others while adding too much drama

There are two whom upon he is extremely reliant 

One is a speedster and the other a near giant.

He is proven not worthy enough to do it alone

But he will have gold unlike the great Karl Malone

Back in his city he is exiled and banished an outcast

A traitor they brand him, which will forever last.

Unlike this Chosen One, His Airness and the Black Mamba won rings

Not conspiring with each other or with other self-proclaimed kings.

And so it has been said that he cannot join the great names

Forsaking godhood in exchange for rings engraved: LeBron James.

July 10, 2010

Witness

To whom, to what are we witness to?

A man who knows not what next he should do?

What should he do, should he leave or should he stay?

Where is he destined to, where next should he play?

To the crowds everywhere he entered the public awareness

When he was prophesized by a Swoosh to be heir to His Airness.

All his efforts for victory came to a crashing halt

And unlike blameless years past this time it’s all his fault.

Precious gold remains missing from his long epic story

Gold which could give him long awaited eternal glory.

And now his city for over four decades in a row

Will be without a championship, much to their woe.

There was high hope, replete, for their Chosen One

But now, The Forest City’s hope may be forever done.

Yet they still hail their ill fated savior as their King

Even though he stands crownless and without a ring.

Perhaps someday he’ll be enshrined with along the greatest names

But for now we are witness to a dethroned King James.


June 6, 2010

They Say He's Like A Spider

They say he is like a spider

Yet he stands tall like a horse rider

It’s like he has eight legs because he is so quick

Yet you tell yourself “Wow, he’s a thinner than a stick.”

He preys on opponents and attacks the net

Number 35 makes the opposition regret.

With his quickness he tears defense asunder

His speed making him from Supersonic to Thunder.

Whether its victory or defeat he stands proud

No matter what he is loved by every crowd.

They say he is like a spider, a tarantula

I guess that’s why they call him the Durantula!


April 11, 2010