Fire bird ( the machine) contd.
He smiled, sarcastically, looking in the rear view mirror. He loved cars especially the ones in black. A speed demon you could call him. He would often party out his friends, the ones he would befriend before killing them. His idea of fun was driving at a 120 on a highway when he was totally drunk with his radio playing trance. His appearance would show him as a meek and your regular 9 to 5 guy, that’s what fooled everyone. July was gnawing at him, he hadn’t been attending office, he used to work at ‘Orchid 7’ a company into security solutions. He was 30, he had it all, his money, his own company where he was a 50% partner, a beautiful beach house, 7 vehicles that he alternated each day of the week, but he was searching for something.
He used to be in love, a long time ago, he would often wake up in the middle of the night and call out her name, a recurring dream that would get the best of him, make him wilt and cry, he would see her staring at him, he stood there with his .32 magnum pointed straight between her eyes and the slider would just retract once, there was a sound, and he would see her fall to the ground, motionless, his face sprayed red with her blood, there had been other dreams which scared him, he loved them it made his heart beat as if he was in love or something but he knew this is one dream he didn’t want to see over and over again. With each bullet he drove into his victims he grew more heartless, as if the human inside him was dying, a slow and painful death, he would appear ruthless till the clock struck 11:23 PM, for that brief moment he was as vulnerable as a white rabbit under the butcher’s knife.
He moved his car out of the drive way, Park Street Intersection, NH 10 his favorite drive, pinning the picture of his new target to the dash board he queried the database online. He found a few pictures, probably the guy’s family, the pictures were not very clear but he couldn’t help but notice his wife, the face was not clear, the second target. She was dressed in blue, long hair about 5.5 feet tall. He looked into the rear view, he saw a face there, someone who haunted him in his dreams, wiping the rear view he yelled , in pain maybe in pleasure maybe “800 miles to go”.
Da Place
Ems 10, low, dim and happy place,
a place like where ya feel lost on to much of ‘X’
like that gravity got to ya like some hex
cursed by some freakin Cxtomer, when he got out,
the lights when dey went took his stores out,
by the XCon bay someside, the other end ,
here we all relax is not the case,
here come the technos,
hide em SKES, hide those IM and dem USB drivos,
back in the trainin we got no idea,
about facin irates and servicing dem good ones,
we get da experience, by the bay , by tonnes,
Up goes the scorin,
down goes the SE beside the cavity,
some guy put a remark, no idea what went wrong,
I called him ten times, the phone rang six,
he had been out for getting da fix,
he say man why you close them case,
i say no idea man maybe ma smartness prevailed?
just I ask some clarity, someone, please Clarify,
when i click on ya u act like some freakin b****, why?
them notes aint workin, nor do these files,
Like some old freak trying to get to ya in ya head,
Clouding it, scattering my focus,
and the TM commin sayin, tearin his hair, the DSAT!
well Life rolls, and call grows,
we still be tha same Xadm EMS 10 ya hear ma name?
R as in Ritesh N as in Nair,
just to make things clear, take my email,
my number, if be pretty mamma,take me too,
may sure may beat searchin these bases for loonies.
Firebird (The machine)
Tying his shoe laces, he closed his eyes for one brief moment, all that he had known flashed before his eyes. He was everything he feared he would be, top of the line assassin, like a never say die killer, one the Underworld bet their money on. He was someone whom you paid and as soon as he touched the transaction you could assume your target is already dead. Accuracy, consistency and relentless has been his aliases.
There were times he had been shot seven times by his target but the only one to end up dead were his victims, and all the records showed was a guy called firebird. He would leave his signature painted with his bare fingers with the blood of his victim on the floor next to his victims head as if he was some ruthless machine built to kill.
Today something felt different, his head felt hollow, he tried to shake it off thinking it was some sort of hangover, he knew this sign. He had been a killer with a strong sixth sense, and his sixth sense had of late become too hard to ignore. It made him come up to the top of his profession. He asked himself “why is it so today? Is my target something that I cannot reach? “ He pulled out the picture of his target, it was a guy in his early thirties. His name written on the back of the picture was an alias M 1. The first of the series of the ‘M’ extermination list. He had to be shot along with his wife, both key people in influencing a political change as per the report. He took his car keys and finally walked down the stairs of his small bungalow at Kerala seaside, the air of the coast was gentle, as if hungry for blood to be sprayed into it. He checked the false seat beside his driving seat, it was there his trusted sniper rifle.
The ways of all flesh
Well here is my second installment of the C Rap.
A worst nightmare, wakin up in sweat,
whose you ask? Not just mine I say,
after those dreams cloud ma sleep, torture me,
like some knife gnawing through ma flesh, I scream,
at twelve past the witchin hour,|
when ya be sleepin, think ya is safe,
in your homes, hidden between your pillows,
and ya close ya eyes making you want to sleep,
how them eyes goin, I ask? U reply, in your awaken slumber,
lost, like me, lost in me now ya shall remain,
soon to be far away, but ya shall carry me,
somewhere in your heart, that be ,
callin my name when ya see the colour black,
And those daisies that ya garden blooms with,
shall bear the thorn of hope to decay,
howl in the nights , listen to ur heart, howl it will,
to keep ya awake, like ya keeps me,
in ya thoughts, like some labyrinth , trap ya and me,
and cry, shed a tear, watch ya fade, as the sun shines out,
Out through ya door, out through, through ya life,
I shall so shall ya, remember the twisted phase, phased out,
only to realize, the ways of all flesh,
we only live to die.
Ritesh Nair
Rap
Here is me the altered Maxritz AKA Firestorm.
Well I hope ya guyz like the C Rap I’ve written, not any particular target, but just what i wanted to say about how a friend of mine feels about his al.
What the f***, when I felt love,
like the seas just collided with the rocks at bay,
like they messed up the lighthouse,
and now that is a pile of sh**,
broken, now sh** for guidance, stands,
flat desolated, screwed up, lightless,
junk, thrash, sentiments, what the heck,
she says Hell I say, that is your way,
I ain’t movin, I aint takin, no sh**, nothin,
what did I ask, like them think I am some kind of loony ,
like I exist in some 35mm toon,
cellulose and digitals,
downloaded on limewire, maybe sharezaa,
maybe some winmx too, who care this age of inet,
upload ma history, put up my chat history,
say success and that sh*** about feelin,
hey I just jump up sayin , the joke’s on ya,
high and low, what the f***ng did I do?
seriously my boyz, what did ya do,
Sanctum, sanctuary, life, sucks bigtime no,
play the guitar, behind my back, in your claustrophobiac mind,
where you dont seem to fit yourself, me can never be,
how dare you think, what is the sh** called this existence,
and even if ya did, i dont care ,
you take em ideas and stuff them in ya garbage bin, ya mouth,
put ur words where the thoughts and feelin are,
junk your thoughts like ya they be weird,
and soon , and that sooner maybe now,
hide, beg tha lord for mercy, maybe she wud hide ya,
ur motha u kno,
but when this firestorm shall unleash, ya be blown to bits,
better run, for this hell be comming callin.
Sing For The Moment
EMINEM LYRICS
"Sing For The Moment"
I don't like eminem much , but this song is something that makes sense especially the last paragraph of it.
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[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the s***'s affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's f***ed up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any f****n'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a f****n' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the f****n' s*** in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...
[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take youaway...
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Consistent
I always wished for the impossible for myself, to strive to achieve it, total annihilation of the present around me, I always won, I never touched the mist called failure in whatever i did. Well I sand at a bifurcation in life, one road will take me to certain death, the other to unending torture, but keep me alive, I still have a third choice, to exist in a different zone where all I know can change at my single wish, but then I question my self: do i want to?
In simpler words, I have walked beyond my own shadow, that shaded me from the torments of pain, well that was the only shelter, now it has failed me, but i still shall rise out of the ashes as the phoenix, for I am Firestorm the bringer of the message of love, the one who years to burn the world in chaos and scatter the ashes of loving and peace, to vanquish hatred, to stare at what I call living and say “I still survive, neither you nor God can break my will, the will of loving freely,”
I await to be loved, but then I wish to find someone who will, I love someone but I still shall at the first burst of pain run to that person to wipe her tear, not just for love but she taught me love, not just love but she taught me forgiveness. I told her once “never shed a tear You’ll never know who’s world it might wash away” and she messaged back saying Who else’s but your’s”. I am today at the end of the road where on one side I have the chasm of pain that only her voice can destroy and on the other a castle of terror and loneliness where she is not present, which only her presence can break.
I walk away, not for I lost but I walk away for you want to win, and if I won’t let you win who else will tiger? who else can? I’ll live knowing that I am here to suffer and burn , and I’ll let you live as you say always “in your own world” just remember this soul of mine wanted only one thing that was not love, that was not anything else but your trust and your friendship, maybe I failed in being a friend or maybe you did, but if you did then it maybe because I couldn’t teach you so it sill remains my mistake.
I await you , your your voice, your pranks and your mischief, and you calling me a thief.
see ya, god bless ya, miss you like crazy and hey Love ya lots.
