Their senses are now firing at dizzying speed. They can barely continue to maintain unison, but somehow find a way. Finally, suddenly, they arrive at ...heir destination. A frantic acceleration, then two strong staccato chords, they achieve the ecstatic climax of their lovers dance. Thus, is the ‘Moonlight Sonata’. ******************* In the dining hall the next day Lou called out to the slender figure at the salad bar. ‘Hey, Miss Beethoven, wait up!’ The voice, spoken with unmerciful volume,. "Gaaaahh!Just like a woman. All worried about the way you look. You're fine.Let's go," she said as she pulled me along.Well that did it. Her telling me that I was acting like a woman was allit took to make me forget about the mirror. I figured, 'What the hell. Ihave on jeans and a shirt so how bad can I look?'Once in the car and under way I noticed the clock. "It's just past nine.What's the big hurry if I don't have to be there until eleven? And, whatare the other things that we have to do. Liv could turn the car off periodically to try and save the engine from itself. It was a long shot, but the only one she had. Liv punched the gas and let out a scream.Shamus O'Donnell, the current driver of the Jeep, smiled a wolfish grin as he crested the hill well ahead of the trailing Chevrolet 4 X 4. "Holy shit, that's one good lookin' bitch," he savored the sight of the visibly shaken Liv jumping into the little white sports car parked on the edge of the road next to the canyon. If. I write songs. I write poems. I write raps. All of my songs and poems and raps are stories. Either they happened to me or I just make it up. Poems and raps are like stories to me. I don’t know what it is about hip hop, but being around it all my life makes me love it. The funny thing is, I don’t consider myself a rapper. I consider myself a poet. I’ve had this conversation with my cousin, who is a rapper and who I repeatedly sit in on studio sessions on and write. You’d be amazed at my muse and.