Creatures of the Night

Angelic voices and devilish figures.

Such dangerous creatures come out in the night.

There’s no one to save you, 

The homies slipped too. 

Like “fuck, what’d I get myself into?”

As the Captain of ship,

dude that planned the whole trip.

You would think that I’d keep us on course.

But on islands of thought, so far from the mainland,

I’d let my brothers drift astray.

There was noise all about, from my boys in and out, when I heard someone singing along.

As I turned there she was almost singing to me,

in a way that was hard to resist.

Being drawn to the sound, I approached with a smile

her voice now the only I hear.

The air became heavy, the closer I got, then the music and voices all fade.

It was silence now loudest, as I stood right in front her

feeling myself grasp for air.

Just standing and watching as I reached for something

that’s no longer meant to be had.

All I hear now, is wailing the sirens are calling

from sunset to sunrise across the horizon.

Highly Irregular

According to my records, The Modern Medici is a single man. I received no word from any maesters or suitors saying differently. No ravens have landed with any new news, things have been status quo. Which is why I’m here, delivering dramatizations and factual accounts based on my life experiences. Some may find them irregular, but I suppose life is irregular. So, I will continue to write, be awkward and iron through any irregularities as best I can…

Somewhere along the way, I lost perspective. I lost the ability to be able to step outside of my own POV and look inwards on myself. I feel my content suffered as I lost sight of my own personal goals and nearly drowned in the waters of a barely stable utopia. My schedule week after week was rushed and zombied through to get to a certain day, I even found myself wishing the others away to get to it. And once the day came, I only wanted one thing, Italian. I didn’t even need a menu or schedule of events, because I knew exactly what the chef was serving, week after week on this day. The same meal every time, but I convinced myself I loved it, because for so long it was all I knew…

Yet to be caught in a routine, as unhealthy and predictable as having Italian every week, is in all honesty a travesty. Especially so, when I’ve done myself no justice by continuing to visit a place with no rewards program. I’ve been a loyal customer for quite sometime. True, I may have glanced at a Mexican spot once or twice and even made a few comments about going but I never ordered. Not once. Because I knew I’d be eating Italian. But not ONCE, did I receive a thank you or loyalty program offer. Yet, the chef is upset I mentioned that another place might be worth a try. And here we are…

Speaking in ridiculous innuendos about food, as related to people and relationships. I regret not a word I’ve ever written, nor a comment I’ve made. I do, however, regret being so attached and spending so much of my capitol in a place with no rewards program. There was no loyalty card yet I was charged a years worth of membership fees. I honestly value all lessons learned, both the easy and the hard way. Oh and I say it again, I’ve been had! I’ve been took! I’ve been hoodwinked! Bamboozled! Led astray! Run amok! 

Italian is now officially played out. Next time, I’ll read the fine print. There’ll be benefits and rewards for my genuine loyalty, regardless of the establishment’s view on earned credits or I won’t spend capitol with them.