Raisin Braden

BEST OF MAN

Leave the best of man.
The future has little time.
No one to browse our writing.
Only to select and praise few rhymes.

Your life feels very short
but even shorter when you are dead
and being remembered
by those who never knew you.

So capture the best
in your home, your art and love.
Anything less will be forgotten
and your work will not progress man.

Taking challenge or a chance
a standard path in destiny
propels an individual to excel
releasing inhibitions of the impossible.

PIE IN THE SKY

I told you I was quiet and shy
You believed me
My pie in the sky
You said some things don’t matter
Living your life is sometimes…
And other times sadder
Where can this happen?
My love, a you, and gone the latter
Stars explode to shed this light
And the shadows make your eyes so deep
I lose my thought and keep you tight
Your breast is full against my hand
And lips so brazen attract my desire
But the thinking is wonder where you are
A heart keeps beating with little fire
Time is long and life is short
My time is yours with little remorse
Keeping the light shed by icons of past
Hoping for more in world that will last
Although time is short and life long
A fire I desire and nothing less forever

Modern Living

I thought I lost you
I turned, you were gone.
Up and down aisle nine
I never saw the sign.

Then I saw you standing in line
…dropping the cantaloupe
…looking at him
I went searching for a bottle of wine.

You said he was a friend.
I’m sure he was.

Taking advantage
Always winning your serve.
Never a love
always keeping your nerve.

A super intellect?
I’ll ask you a question.
You say you forgot
but knew yesterday.

Dinner @ 8

by Braden

Tonight’s guests:

It’s Sunday night, so, it must be another impromptu dinner party. One thing led to another, as it always does, and Marisa’s and I’s place became a “destination” on Sundays for casual seeking locals and visiting friends and acquaintances. Thankfully, the guests are diverse and interesting given that Marisa’s odd job brings her in touch with lots of “characters.”

This week, I guess George was looking for a little more, but I’d just gotten back from Lexington and couldn’t track down the starlet of the week, although, I was able to persuade Ana to stop by on her way to NYC. Luckily, Teresa had called Marisa this morning and somehow ended up here. I suppose ingénue will have to due.

Lyle had heard from a friend that I had free dinner and/or parties. I told him he could come if he cheered the hell up! I also asked him if he was a vegetarian before I gave him the directions. I don’t know why I ask if people are vegans, I’m not going to change the menu. Anyway, there’s always some salad-ish thing they can eat or…just drink.

George: More wine?

Ana: I think sex is over rated.

George: What? I said wine, not whine.

Teresa: Ana, I don’t think you got the right instruction manual, because there’s one thing for sure, and that’s that all women love it so much that they let men control them!

Lyle: I…

Marisa: I don’t think so. Braden doesn’t control me at all. I even make more money than him.

Braden: Well…I’m just starting…

Lyle: Yeah, he…

Marisa: Sure you are honey and that’s what I love about you.

Braden: Thanks Lyle…

Teresa: Then who was on top last night?

Ana: What does that prove?

Teresa: Who?

Marisa: He was?

George: Way to go!

Lyle: Huh?

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Sake

Hello.
Sake?
No.
Why not?
Don’t know.
Why not?
Don’t…OK. Sake.
Good. Waiting for someone?
Yes.
More Sake?
No.
Why not?
Look…OK, more sake.
Good.

She arrives…

Lot’s of sake…
Yes.
Why?
Hello, more sake?
See?
No.
Why not?
Did I miss something?
She late. Dynamite for one?
No. More sake.
More sake? You sure? She late…
Yes.
What? I’m not that late!
Yes. definitely more sake.
I think you’ve had enough.
Yes…no…why?
Why?
Why sake?
No. Why no enough?
Why not no enough?
Humm…
Yes. So, you’re late.
Sorry.
Sorry not enough. Sashimi for one?
No. Go.
OK. No more sake.
No. Stop. Yes sake. No you.
Well…
Thank you.
Is he a friend of yours?
No.
Seems like it.
Humm…
Sorry. Sake mine?
Yes.
Good.
Yes. More?
No.
No?
No…thank you.
Yes…
More sake?
Humm…no. Humm…no?
Taxi?
See brother. Outside.
Thanks.
She go home with you?
Yes.
No.
No?
Yes.
Humm…more sake?
No! No!
Come back soon?
Oh yes.
Uh-huh. Sure.

Sayonara!

Art And Artist

I’m an artist walking on a limb
Saying what I feel
Doing what I say
Knowing the next moment will be the best.

I anticipate what you will say
Change it. Colour it. And make it my own
Then give it back to you before you say it
I’m an artist

Don’t think you know what I’m doing
I’m sure you don’t know
I’m sure I don’t know
But it’s what I keep doing

See the path you walk so carefully?
I can make it smooth
Or rocky so you must turn back
Will I, you ask? Maybe

I like the robin floating in the sky
Floating in rebellion to the earth
Singing and floating is moving art
I’ll let you see what I see

But don’t let my paintings burn
with the thoughts of the careless
Leave them in bewilderment
so that others may see

les goûts et les couleurs ne se discutent pas

Two tigers real fast
One red shoe lost
A man and his mojo
Fishing with worms
Music in a submarine
Messages on tape
Callers on hold
Blue paper on fire
Understand?

A Lucky Day

EXT. DESERT CANYON. DAY.

Desert. A distant beat of drums is mesmerizing. A tribal beat. A man looks out on the dusty vistas and smokes a cigarette…exhaling on the rhythmic thump…thump…thump that washes across his ears on the way to some unknown destination. The air is crisp. The sun is harsh. The rocks are large. His cigarette is finished.

He stands and we see a young man of 26, SEAN. Handsome, but rough from a street existence. He is dressed in jungle khakis. Surveying the landscape his eyes fall upon the car behind him. The beat is coming from the car. Another male, TED, about 24, is sitting in the car counting something in a bag. Anxious, SEAN walks toward the car.

SEAN

ARE YOU DONE YET! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TALKED ME INTO THIS!

TED

It’s all freaking ones man! I don’t know…2 maybe 3 thousand.

SEAN

What!

TED

THREE THOUSAND! I…

TED turns down the stereo.

TED

Maybe…I don’t know. Where’d you get this cd?

SEAN

3 thousand? Why would some boondocks mom & pop store in Dorado, California have 3 thousand new dollar bills in the register? One thousand used, yeah. Not three new.

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Fall Portfolio Of Dreams

My portfolio

Of dreams

Whistling

Scattered about

Like leaves from a tree

Shriveled and light

Blown against a fence

Gathering up

An army of leaves

Ready to explode

When a gate is opened