photo by roboppy.

if you want to, come and get it
don’t you want to, come and take it

back in the mix, this rhyme’s for trix
still in tact, with jack in bag
i am still hungry, woman left me
she couldn’t cook, i had to book
i am alone, in the kitchen
do you want to, come and cook me
just cook some food, and we all good
if you want to, come and get it
don’t you want to, come and take it
woman can you, bring me some food
don’t complain, about a thing
it’s all easy, like a b c
once i am in mood, then it’s all good
come and join me, now i am happy
may be we can, now just have fun
if you want to, come and get it
don’t you want to, come and take it
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photo by ArnorBogason.

The words demand answers
With pen in hand
No longer does it matter
Word after word
Line after line
Senseless nothings

The words demand answers
Half way thru the page
Too many words
No wisdom

The words demand answers
What questions do they have?
What answers?
The page is half empty
No,
the page is blank
Still, the words demand answers.

I am the personification of me
A chirping bird
I have no hears
A white cloud over the mountains
I have no sight
A rose with red pedals
I have no smell
A walk on the beach holding hands
I have no feet
A swim in the Atlantic
I have no hands
A dream come true
I have no sleep

“I will pick up at 9.” I told my friend Adam and hanged up the phone. It was a Saturday night, which meant that we were going out to a club or a bar to get some drinks and watch some beautiful women shake their bottoms side to side. “Want shake with that fried” I had head once growing up and never knew what it meant. It was around five in the afternoon and I was still in the mall looking around the sports stores to buy a new baseball hat for the night. I like baseball hats and have many of them from different teams. I am not a fan of any particular team, but I like all the baseball hats. I chose my hat, a black hat with letter “A’s” embroidered in front of it –for the Oakland Athletics. I paid the cashier and walked away from the mall leaving it to the teens who occupy every corner of the mall. They tend to be there all the time –in front of the mall, all over the food court and walking around the stairs up and down. I do not condemn their presence there. As a teen I was kicked out of the same mall for “loitering”. I am not sure what that meant to this day, but I guess it was for hanging out at the mall too much and too often without spending a dime. Now-a-days, it is in and out like the burger joint and not as fast as I wanted to be. I don’t like malls. If I can get out of there faster than a speeding bullet and still get my business done, I am all for it. I wonder if they still kick people out for that sort of “activity”. I drove to my house and parked the car on the street knowing that I will be leaving in couple of hours and did not want to park it on the drive-way. I tend to become lazy when I can –especially reversing my car from a driveway. I rather just park it on the street a risk a drive-by accident or side-swipe. I have not learned my lesson. A few years ago, I had park my car on the street and went inside. I had to go to work in couple of hours. It was night time and I was lazy as I am now in parking my car on the drive-way. I jumped in my car in a hurry and drove away to visit Max on the way to work. Max was a fried on mine from high school and lived close by my house. I usually would drop by his house on the way to work and sometimes during the day when I passed thru the neighborhood. I parked my car in front of his house and started walking toward him. He was standing in front yard with his neighbor. They started to laugh as I walked toward them. “What is the matter with you,” referring to my friend, I asked. “Dude, what happened to your car?” He joylessly asked. I was not aware of what had happened. To my knowledge it was fine. I turned around a looked at my car –a big dent on the passenger side fender. “Oh no…” I yield. I was furious to what just had happened to my car. “It was find when I washed it this morning.” I thought to myself. I went inside and changed my clothes. I walked to the fridge as a habit and took a sip of orange juice from the fridge. It has become a custom now. Every time I walk by the fridge, I open the door and I take a look inside usually ending up drinking a sip of something. When I was growing up, my mom would always taunt me about that. “Don’t sip from the bottle, take a cup and pour the juice in it. Then drink.” She would exclaim. I cannot count how many times I have heard that link in so many ways. The thought of the car parked out side on the street never crossed my mind. The last incident was long forgotten. I went to my room and opened the walk-in and started to look for an outfit. After a minute of looking I found my favorite blue jeans and my white shirt. After changing to my outfit, I put my new hat on and I was ready to hit the road. “Where you going?” My little brother Fraam asked me with his mouth full pizza he had ordered from Dominos. “Where is the pizza?” I replied. “In the kitchen.” He said, “Where you going?” he raised his voice. I didn’t want to answer any questions and just wanted to leave. “Where you are going?” I heard him say as I drove away from the house. My brother is always asking questions and even though he knows the answers to most of them, he still likes to annoy me every now and then. I have become accustomed to his annoyance. I like to play music when I am driving and it is usually louder than it should be. This causes me to miss some phone calls. When my cell phone rings, I don’t hear a thing. It is not because I screen my calls or I don’t like to talk while I am driving. It has happened many times now -last Friday when I was driving to my sister’s house to pick up some laundry she had done for my mom, my mom called few times on the way over to my sister’s. She also wanted me to pick up a gallon of milk and some cat food. As if the cat is important, right. To my knowledge she never called me until I got back home later that day. I didn’t mean to not answer her called. I just never bothered to check while I was driving. I checked my phone and I had three missed called from the same phone number –the house. “Pick up your phone.” My mom yelled at me when I got back. “When did you call,” was my standard answer to most of complaints I got for not answering my phone while driving. That should be standard protocol. No answering phones while driving. Besides it is a practice. In some cities, they will fine you if you are caught talking on the cell phone while driving. Although sometime I put my phone on vibrate so I know when someone is calling me –most of the time I just deal with the complaints with my standard answer. I pulled up in front of Adams house and walked out to his front door. “Who’s there?” a voice called in from the house when I rang the bell. “It’s me.” I was still taking small sip out of the coca-cola can I picked up when I had the slice of pizza at home. “Open the door.” “What you doing here?” Adam’s sister Angie asked when she answered the door. “Nothing, where is he?” I replied. “Who?” She said in wondering voice. “Move.” I pushed her away and walked toward Adams room in the back of the house. Adam’s room is filled up. His walls are covered with every poster, sticker, pictures from magazines and anything else “celebrity and famous” he could find. He has many posters on his walls –a big 2PAC poster on the door covering top to bottom. A signed poster of Charles Barkley in the corner wall pinned in the middle of wall. I think he got that when he went to NBA All Star Games when they were held in Civic Plaza, Phoenix –it is Phoenix Convention Center now, I believe. The music in the background provided a perfect montage as I sat down on the chair and started to surf the Internet. It was 2PAC singing “How do you want it…” song and that happens to be Adams favorite as you would guess. Then again any 2PAC song is his favorite. Adams room has everything in it. The computer desk is in the corner with monitor on one side and the TV on the other. He has extended the cable from the other room to get high speed Internet. There is the PlayStation 2 console in the corner. We play Socom II online when we are at home. We usually end up on opposite teams and try to find each other on the map and fight. “You are dead sucker.” He told me last time when he won the fight. “Are we going to the spot?” He asked. “Yeah. We’ll go around ten.” The spot is the club we usually go on Saturday nights. It is pretty dark with party lights going on and off. The loud music makes your ear drums dance inside your head. “WHAT!” is the common answer to every conversation inside the club. You hardly hear a thing. “There are a lot of people here tonight.” I told Adam as loud as I could last week. After a few clicks on the Internet I ended up reading an article about how Phoenix SUNS had lost the game the night before to LA Lakers. It was due to Steve Nash having an injury and not being able to play. That is common with SUNS –some one is injured so it is OK to lose. “What you guys up to?” Angie asked as she walked into Adams room. “Nothing. What you want?” Adams quipped as he put his LA Dodger’s hat on. “Get out of here.” He finished forcefully pushing her out of his room. “Nothing. God!” She decried. I paid no attention as I was half way thru the article and had found an open bag of Doritos chips, my favorite, and started devouring it like a cow in the midst of green pastures. “Let’s go.” Adam yelled from out side of the hall. He was already out the room and on towards the door. “Man, your bro is in a hurry.” I told Angie and closed the font door behind me. I had barely turned my body around. “What happened to your car?” Adam said frantically as he ran toward me pointing to my car.