Post by Dio Muerte on Feb 25, 2007 12:46:37 GMT -5
What a joyous day, the laughter of the youth fills the air. The smiles wide and big on the faces of all. Everyone in unity. Black, White, Spanish, Asian. People of all races. All enjoying their time at the beach.
The sunlight playing a key role in all of this bliss. The clouds separating from the other clouds. The sky couldn't be anymore blue. The water just right for everyone to take a relaxing dip.
Tables spread in rows, filled with food from all types of cultures. People feasting, going back for seconds, thirds, even fourths.
A special section where all the B-Boys and B-Girls break dance to the latest AkForty track. The spectators simultaneously cheering on the dancers and moving with the beat.
A couple yards away from the dancing. Another crowd forms to listen to other young and talented kids. Freestyle over an AkForty produced track. OOOO's! and DEEEENG's! fill the air following every punchline. No time for choking here.
Everyone just in utter ecstasy
But this doesn't stay for long.
The clouds being to spite these people, by huddling closer to each other. Gaining pigment and spitting on all of the people below.
People running and ducking for cover as if shots are being fired.
Others just filled with anger.
Teenage Greek Boy OH HELL!
Teenage Canadian Boy MY FRIES. JP, MY FRIES!
Teenage Haitian Boy SON! I WAS ABOUT TO FREESTYLE!
Teenage Haitian Girl MY GLASSES!
Within minutes the beach goes from bright and full. To Dark and empty.
But only one seems to be enchanted by all of this.
Caring his Bat in the right hand. Ready for fierce drama.
Umbrella in the left hand. Avoiding cold or pneumonia.
Hard to see his face, but something about him shows contentment.
Dio Muerte (singing. voice cracking on other note)
What a wonderful day.
The sky is gray.
Happiness if far away.
I'm free in the rain.
Happy, but slightly insane.
People look at me and think hard.
I love it, it means I am the wild card.
Others become cocky and think they can stop me
OH NOES CAN IT BE DONE? Can't be me.
Okay enough singing.
You have to understand, mind over mater any day. You get in the proper mind set you can defeat the largest of competition.
See Chad, I see you're talking a big game. Trying to get yourself pumped, but it will not work. Your game is all wrong.
See me, I don't talk unless it's necessary. I don't talk unless there is no other way to justify my thoughts or my emotions. Talking is great and all. But, when someone is silent, you want to know what that person is thinking or feeling. It begins to haunt, "What is he thinking? What's he feeling?"
With a loud mouth such as your self. People know what you are about. They know all about you. You're not a treat anymore. Doesn't mater your size, or your wealth. You're just a loud, obnoxious, village idiot. People won't even bare to be in the same presence as you.
But, when you're silent, people want to crack you. They want to decipher you. You become an enigma.
But they'll never crack the enigma that is
(Begins to whisper in a hush mellow tone)
DEEEE OOOOO MURETE
Fades
The sunlight playing a key role in all of this bliss. The clouds separating from the other clouds. The sky couldn't be anymore blue. The water just right for everyone to take a relaxing dip.
Tables spread in rows, filled with food from all types of cultures. People feasting, going back for seconds, thirds, even fourths.
A special section where all the B-Boys and B-Girls break dance to the latest AkForty track. The spectators simultaneously cheering on the dancers and moving with the beat.
A couple yards away from the dancing. Another crowd forms to listen to other young and talented kids. Freestyle over an AkForty produced track. OOOO's! and DEEEENG's! fill the air following every punchline. No time for choking here.
Everyone just in utter ecstasy
But this doesn't stay for long.
The clouds being to spite these people, by huddling closer to each other. Gaining pigment and spitting on all of the people below.
People running and ducking for cover as if shots are being fired.
Others just filled with anger.
Teenage Greek Boy OH HELL!
Teenage Canadian Boy MY FRIES. JP, MY FRIES!
Teenage Haitian Boy SON! I WAS ABOUT TO FREESTYLE!
Teenage Haitian Girl MY GLASSES!
Within minutes the beach goes from bright and full. To Dark and empty.
But only one seems to be enchanted by all of this.
Caring his Bat in the right hand. Ready for fierce drama.
Umbrella in the left hand. Avoiding cold or pneumonia.
Hard to see his face, but something about him shows contentment.
Dio Muerte (singing. voice cracking on other note)
What a wonderful day.
The sky is gray.
Happiness if far away.
I'm free in the rain.
Happy, but slightly insane.
People look at me and think hard.
I love it, it means I am the wild card.
Others become cocky and think they can stop me
OH NOES CAN IT BE DONE? Can't be me.
Okay enough singing.
You have to understand, mind over mater any day. You get in the proper mind set you can defeat the largest of competition.
See Chad, I see you're talking a big game. Trying to get yourself pumped, but it will not work. Your game is all wrong.
See me, I don't talk unless it's necessary. I don't talk unless there is no other way to justify my thoughts or my emotions. Talking is great and all. But, when someone is silent, you want to know what that person is thinking or feeling. It begins to haunt, "What is he thinking? What's he feeling?"
With a loud mouth such as your self. People know what you are about. They know all about you. You're not a treat anymore. Doesn't mater your size, or your wealth. You're just a loud, obnoxious, village idiot. People won't even bare to be in the same presence as you.
But, when you're silent, people want to crack you. They want to decipher you. You become an enigma.
But they'll never crack the enigma that is
(Begins to whisper in a hush mellow tone)
DEEEE OOOOO MURETE
Fades