“Seasonal Fall”

by Derek Felix AKA D Flex

The sun sets quicker than usual

Fading away behind dark grays

Suddenly things abruptly change

A howl can be heard above trees

 

As the wind blows leaves around

Colored maple leafs fly everywhere

With no destination found

Except their landing place doesn’t stick

 

Floating around up and down

Zig zagging like a trippy maze

That has no logical end

Only a place of season

 

Flowers begin to lose luster

Still hanging onto summer

Though mother nature starts

Taking over for good

 

Kids play in parks until dusk

Laughing and screaming in venture

Making it last longer

Cause they know it ain’t forever

 

Beach days are still here

But pretty soon will disappear

Leaving kids and adults empty

Oh just wait till next year

 

The sound of music can be heard

Echoing throughout parks

As shouts rain down from swings

While seagulls call out in despair

 

If only it could last some more

If only Fall ain’t knocking on the door

September lurks in the shadows

School bells blare out like rattles

 

Can still smell the taste of barbecues

Sucking in the hickory smoke

Reminding us of being free

Without no troubles to stress

 

Yes, it’s what we love best

If only it didn’t fly west

Rain drops begin to fall from way above

Soon steadying into a set of drums

 

Followed by heavy pitches

As thunder and lightning take center stage

The downpour foreshadows what’s coming

Leaving everyone bumming

 

The heatwave’s about to close

No more pool days in this town

Instead it’s forest hangouts

And straight chilling in rooms

 

Still plenty of laughs had

Only a different scene

That’s no longer timeless

Time to lay back and dream

 

As August shuts down

We reflect on a banging summer

Filled by rollercoaster screams

Followed by Kool Aid magic grins

 

It might be over for now

But the show shall return

Envigorating everyone

It’s far from done

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“Pain”
D Flex
 
The feeling ain’t the same
Haven’t felt right since you left
Cause girl, you drove me insane
Now I’m just lost in love debt
 
You were the one
Who made it real
Everything with you was fun
You know the deal
 
 
Never lost my heart’s desire
But then you just disappeared
Leaving me like a liar
Was all good till it went weird
 
Look at the pain you caused
Destroying my belief
Now you’re the female Jaws
Eating me up causing more grief
In so much pain
From your vanishing act
In so much pain
What you did was wacked

Still see your face everyday
Laughing, smiling like a star
Can’t quite get the pic away
Instead, your giggle heard very far

No longer does it sound like heaven
But rather Hell’s angel
Enjoying this chaos at 11:11
Damn could this get any stranger

I’ve heard murder was the case
But going MIA has me dazed and confused
Don’t know where to start cause you didn’t leave a trace
Like our love was your riddle and I had too much booze

Got a hangover that just won’t leave
It’s like the Jewish legend 40 days 40 nights of rain
If only I could find some way to believe
Instead feel the pounding of alcohol leaving me in pain

In so much pain
No longer got the spark
In so much pain
Everything just turned pitch dark

Why’d ya have to go away
Without warning creating my personal haunting
Now I feel like the groundhog every day
See your shadow leaving me wanting

It’s like I’m chasing a ghost
That don’t exist
And somewhere your laugh is heard making a toast
While I run aimlessly around in circles all twisted

I can feel ya all around smiling
In laughter as I play your game
Pretty sure I saw you in a mirror styling
When it was just ya dancing in my brain

Now I’m on a rollercoaster
That might never end
Seeing your breathtaking poster
As I fly around the bend

In so much pain
That I see you everywhere
In so much pain
You’re not real and I lost my chair

Now I’m just a basketcase
Waiting to get psychoanalyzed
The doc takes one look and runs away from my face
Afraid that he’ll get paralyzed

You got your wish
Making me crazy
Now I’m lost at sea like a fish
And everything’s hazy

If I could just see ya once more
Everything would be alright
Be like unlocking your door
And we’d make it out of sight

But that shall never be
Cause you’re like a runaway train
Once so easy to see but now just misery
No wonder I’m in so much pain

In so much pain
Cause I can’t see your face
In so much pain
Now it’s just an empty space

 

 

 

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In yesterdays Yankee win over the Blue Jays, Alex Rodriguez finally made history by becoming the youngest player ever to reach 600 home runs.

In yesterday's Yankee win over the Blue Jays, Alex Rodriguez finally made history by becoming the youngest player ever to reach 600 home runs.

Yesterday, Alex Rodriguez finally snapped out of it to hit his 600th career home run in the Yankees’ 5-1 win over the Blue Jays- salvaging the final game of a three-game series.

In doing so, the future Hall Of Famer (yes, he still is in our book) became just the seventh ballplayer to reach 600 and the youngest ever beating out who else but The Babe. A-Rod recently turned 35 reaches a special milestone at 35 years, eight days with Babe Ruth next youngest at 36 years, 196 days in 1931. However, as was noted in the Yahoo recap, Ruth accomplished it in fewer games (183) due to being a pitcher first with Boston before becoming a full-time slugger. Pretty amazing stuff.

In finally reaching 600 homers, Rodriguez joins tainted record holder Barry Bonds (762), Hank Aaron (755), Ruth (714), Willie Mays (660), recently retired former Mariner teammate Ken Griffey, Jr. (630) and no habla engles Sammy Sosa (609). Pretty exclusive company even if the chase was marred by his steroids admission last year. Sadly, nearly half the list cheated with Bonds and Sosa front and center. It’s still odd that A-Rod also did it because we always thought he stood for integrity. Especially being a baseball guru who prides himself on being the best. Guess it just goes to show that even the most gifted athletes can slip up. Simple message. Trust no one.

It’s a shame that such a remarkable feat which saw the Yankee third baseman hit one off Shaun Marcum into Monument Park is basically acknowledged with a shrug. Something like this should be more celebrated but unfortunately, it was anti-climatic due to circumstance. Baseball is a great sport filled with legions of diehard fans who take pride in the history books. The home run has always been the greatest thrill. Now, it’s forever tainted making the legends before them turn in their graves.

How many of Rodriguez’ 600 blasts were performance enhanced? If you buy the story he gave last year about it just being with Texas, then that’s still a good chunk. He totaled 156 in only three seasons, averaging a gaudy 52-per-year. In already his seventh year in the Bronx including Wednesday’s 17th dinger of 2010, A-Rod is at 255 long balls (36.4) with over seven weeks left. Yes. It’s true that his production has curtailed since a monster ‘07 that saw him hit 54 homers and drive in a career high 156 en route to an MVP.

 

A-ROD IN DECLINE???

Year      GP          HR

‘07          158        56

‘08           138        35

‘09            124        30

*’10            101         17

*Current season

 

Part of this is due to the chronic hip he had surgery on last year, costing him over a month. Perhaps it’s also a sign that age is finally catching up. During his prime years, Rodriguez was deadly- rarely missing pitches. Even if he’s slowing down, the New York native answered critics last year by still reaching 30 homers and 100 RBI’s while having a memorable postseason filled with clutch home runs- leading the Bronx Bombers to their record 27th championship and first in the A-Rod Era.

What else is there for Rodriguez to accomplish? Well, the questions already started about whether he can catch Bonds, who’s still 162 clear of him. It all depends on health. If he stays healthy and can recapture the stroke that once made him a gimme for 40, then he should be a lock. However, homers are down since Major League Baseball (MLB) cracked down on performance enhancers. When Jose Bautista’s leading the majors with 33 homers, it tells you plenty. It’s become a pitcher’s game again.

A-Rod will still have the advantage of being in the middle of the most potent lineup with Mark Teixeira and Robby Cano providing plenty of support along with Jorge Posada and All-Star Nick Swisher. Will finally ending the 0-for-17 drought and longest between home run 599 and 600 among the Elite Seven get Rodriguez going? You have to think it’ll relax him with a hot streak just around the corner. Amazing that he still has knocked in 87 despite less dingers. No doubt, he’s making his RBI’s count as he paces the Yanks ahead of Teixeira (81) and MVP candidate Cano (71).

If anything, he should be a lock for 27 taking him to 610. Ten more isn’t a lot to ask for one of the greatest superstars the game’s ever seen. Then, it becomes a matter of math. Can he average 30 HR the next four years before he turns 40 in 2015?  If Alexander The Great can get back to that level, that would be at least 120 pushing him to 730- making the record attainable.

It should be interesting to follow the plight of A-Rod and whether he can become the new Home Run King. Even if it won’t be fully embraced despite his unique talent.

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“Your World”

by Derek Felix AKA D Flex

 

All I can do is see you

On this cool summer night

Your dark hair blowing around

Like an ocean breeze

 

Your eyes magnets

Attracting ‘em all

Like glue they want you

The same way I desire

 

Your precious smile

Lights everything up

Burning like fire

Ready to love

 

Your face oh so pretty

Painted gold and white flowers

That can brighten our day

And make it worthwhile

 

You got a magic charm

That makes you rock

When you’re on stage

It’s your show

 

No one does it better

Which explains your zone

One that makes you loved

Forever and always

 

When you talk

People listen

Hanging on every word

Cause it’s from the lips of an angel

 

That’s what keeps me up at night

Easily see images of you floating

Way high in the sky

Smiling and dancing like Tinkerbell

 

Telling us it’ll be alright

Giving us someone to believe in

In a world filled with deception

Didn’t imagine it damn your real

 

And that’s what matters

Can still see you in the blink of an eye

Going from emptiness to excitment

You’re the one who makes it fun

 

Your kiss like fireworks

Igniting my heart

Racing to a new extreme

Knowing you’re worth it

 

More powerful than money

Cause you’re a star

That shines bright day and night

Good God what a holy sight

 

You can never lose at life

Too smart, sexy and shiny

Painting it all red

Simply put you’re a work of art

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Untitled

D Flex

 

You look skyward at the moon

Glowing a golden pear

Surrounded by rainbow heaven clouds

Reaching out as if you can touch its floating dimension

That magically brightens the night

Stars lighting up like Broadway

With spotlights all around

And everyone’s just waiting for it to go dim

And then the curtains shall unfold

Into a stage worthy of God’s angels

Creating a perfect night

That will leave us all breathless

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Former Baby Bomber Mitch Hilligoss has responded well to his new organization this summer.

Former Baby Bomber Mitch Hilligoss (pictured right) has responded well to his new organization this summer.

 

Trades are part of sports. For many observers, it’s a different world compared to the one players live in. One in which they’re constantly on the move and don’t know if they’re coming or going.

Take former Staten Island Yankee Mitch Hilligoss, who in 2007 had an outstanding season with Single-A Charleston that featured a new South Atlantic record 38-game hit streak, All-Star MVP and honors while emerging in the Yankee organization. In fact, he was nearly packaged to the Twins in a deal that would’ve sent Johan Santana to the Bronx. Instead, the 25 year-old Windsor Illinois native the Yanks tabbed in 2006 sixth round slumped- struggling in Tampa to show the form that made the third baseman a hot commodity.

Eventually, Hilligoss fell out of favor in the organization and was finally traded this past winter to the Rangers for Triple-A outfielder Greg Golson. Thus far, the scenery change has sparked the former Purdue standout who finally moved up from A to Double-A. After hitting .293 with two homers, 19 RBI’s and a .352 on-base percentage in 45 games with Bakersfield of the California League, he was promoted to the Frisco Roughriders where the ex-Baby Bomber continued to display solid form before an injury sidelined him earlier this month.

At the time, Hilligoss hadn’t slowed down- hitting .304 (24-for-79) with five extra base hits (four doubles, triple), 10 RBI’s and 11 runs scored in 24 games, also posting a .391 OBP. On the mend, he took time out to discuss what it’s been like with his new organization along with life out West compared to home.

 

Hitting Back: What was your reaction to getting traded?

Mitch Hilligoss: My initial reaction was just total shock, but excitement. I was coming off the injury and really two down years. It was the farthest thing from my mind. When it sank in though, I started thinking about all of the guys I played with and really having to start over with meeting everyone from coaches, instructors, to teammates.

HB: Joining a new organization, how much did the change motivate you?

MH: A lot. I looked at it as a total positive. I assumed I would be able to come in and get a chance to prove myself for this season.

HB: You’ve had better success thus far. What do you attribute it to?

MH: Well, I’m getting consistent playing time unlike last year. But over the last two winters, I’ve made big adjustments to my swing in hopes that it will produce at higher levels.

HB: Talk about making the jump to Double-A. Any differences?

MH: It’s great. Unbelievable ballparks and there are actually fans again. Probably the biggest difference is top to bottom the pitching is better. There is better starting pitching, but definitely better bullpens. Guys run it up there at that level without a doubt.

HB: You recently had a setback. How close are you to returning?

MH: We really don’t know how serious it is. It’s one of those things that takes time and if something is needed to fix it, I’ll be ready for next year.

HB: How have your new teammates/managers helped in the transition?

MH: They have all been great. I have learned so much from all of them. This is a great organization, as are the Yankees. They both have so much talent and great staffs. I learned a lot by playing with some of the older guys in Spring training and during the season.

HB: You noted that there have been a lot of good road trips. What stands out?

MH: Well, the one that stands out is a twelve game road trip with three 4 game series, 8 hour drives in between and no off days. That was tough. I don’t care how experienced or how tough you are. That works on you. We played great, clinched the first half and started the second on a tear. So, you can’t complain about it.

HB: You played a little first last year. How did it go?

MH: First is harder than most people think, but it went well. It just makes me a better baseball player being able to play more positions with familiarity.

HB: Do you still keep in touch with former teammates?

MH: Of course. You know those guys are what make the minor leagues. I talk to a ton of guys. They are like family. We talk about good times and bad. I’m going to a couple of weddings this year and am excited to see everyone.

HB: When you see some of the success a few have had, does it serve as extra incentive?

MH: Sure. I mean you want to be at their level, no doubt. You always think you can play with anybody. And if you don’t, you are not a competitor. I’m happy for those guys, but it still drives a person.

HB: Talk about how different life is back home. More laid back?

MH: I’m from a really small town and I love it. It’s a great place to get away to in the off season. I enjoy the slow pace and no stoplights or traffic. That’s how I was raised and what I will probably always want to go back to. At the same time, I love some of the places I’ve had the advantage of playing at. The Charleston, SC and Frisco, TX. Both are beautiful and I could live there.

HB: When away from the ballpark, what do you do to clear your head?

MH: I love to hang with the guys, catch a good movie, and get my rest. It’s a grueling season and down time is important. The offseason is working on the farm, hanging out with friends and family, and deer hunting.

HB: How have the fans been?

MH: Fans are great. The last few places I’ve been have been to were tough because there is really not many. Like Bakersfield and Tampa. They are what get you going day in and day out. Even when you don’t feel your best, they give you energy.

HB: What’s in your Ipod?

MH: My Ipod is full of country. I’m big on Eric Church and have been for awhile. [Seth] Fortenberry actually introduced me to Texas country. So I’ve been listening to quite a bit of that. Bands like Randy Rogers and Eli Young.

HB: Favorite movies/quotes.

MH: I love history. So I like war movies. I’m a big fan of Varsity Blues too. As far as quotes, none really stick out. I have a couple mentioned on Facebook and I like what those mean.

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Even during one of the hottest summers, Red Hot Chili Peppers can help you get through the day with their unique style.

Even during one of the hottest summers, Red Hot Chili Peppers can help you get through the day with their unique style.

 

It’s a lazy, hazy, crazy Sunday in NYC. Was that actual rain we got before?!?!?!?!?! Too bad it didn’t come down in buckets cause this town could sure use one of those cool ass storms. And no. We don’t mean the ones that cause tornadoes. But hey. If it’s gonna thunder and lighten, give me a good ‘ole fashioned downpour!

Anyway, enough of that endless summer rant. Onto bigger and better things which is what this is really about. When your down, you can always depend upon a kickass song to brighten the mood. Today well errrr tonight, I felt like some Red Hot Chili Peppers. You just can’t go wrong with RCHP, who’ve been around forever and somehow got passed up for this year’s Rock N’ Roll Hall. Are you freaking kidding?!?!?!?!?! Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Chad Smith and John Frusciante totally rock. Such a shame that the underrated front guitar man with the solid backup vocals left the band. Even if replacement Josh Klinghoffer is good, it won’t be the same.

Still, they’re one of the best bands entering its fourth decade. I can still recall discovering them at the Fairleigh Dickinson, Madison NJ campus radio station, playing renown hit Under The Bridge along with overlooked tracks off What Hits such as Fight Like The Brave, Get Up And Stay, Taste The Pain and one of my faves in good  Stevie Wonder cover Higher Ground. They also ran through Jimi Hendrix’ “Fire” with less fanfare unless you consider the debacle of Woodstock ‘99 positive. :-(

Producing big albums Blood Sugar Sex Magik, Californication, By The Way and Stadium Arcadium that featured plenty more hits including Breaking The Girl, Give It Away, Right On Time, Californication, Scar Tissue, Other Side, Around The World, By The Way, Zephyr Song, Can’t Stop, Tell Me Baby, Snow (Hey Oh), Dani California and Stadium Arcadium.

What makes RCHP so special is they’re unique style. Kiedis can sing almost any way and the rest of the band doesn’t miss a beat. You can’t account for chemistry. That’s why it’s a crime they weren’t inducted into Cleveland this year. ABBA?!?!?!?!?! You gotta be joking. They better get in next year.

Anyway, here’s another song we’ve always been a fan of called, “I Could Die For You.” Listen to the words closely and I think you’ll agree that they can be about anyone you love. It’s got H-E-A-R-T. Here’s a live version from Madrid. Love the start and funky transition.

RCHP: “I Could Die For You”

Something inside the cards
I know is right
Don’t want to live
Somebody elses life
This is what I want to be
And this is what I give to you
Because I get it free
She smiles while I do my time

I could die for you
Oh this life I choose

I’m here to be your only go-between
To tell you of the sights
These eyes have seen
What I really want to do is
Turn it into motion
Beauty that I can’t abuse
You know that I’d use my senses to
You can see that
It’s only everywhere
I’d take it all and then
I’d find a way to share

Come along and go
Along with me
Wander with me yo
It’s all for free

I could die for you
Whatchu wanna do
Oh this life I choose

Come again and tell me
Where you want to go
What it means for me
To be with you alone
Close the door and
No one has to know
How we are

Come along and go
Along with me
Wander with me yo
It’s all for free

I could die for you
Whatchu want to do
Oh this life I choose

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“Emptiness”
D Flex

Just one of those nights
When nothing goes right
Fuck the summer heat
Damn I feel beat

Ain’t from the lack of air
Rather a feeling of despair
Yesterday, was on a roll
But where did that go

The emptiness can be felt inside
A pained face I can’t hide
There’s no faking this
Right now feels like the abyss

If you see a frown
That’s cause I’m down
It’s hard to express why
Just want to go away and fly

Emptiness comes and goes
Unfortunately it’s not saying no
I’m lost completely
Can’t seem to solve this maze
Emptiness please rid me of your craze

The mood is somber
Filled with regrets
Guess there’s no escaping
This crashed jet

Been living a lie
For far too long
Starting to question why
On how I went wrong

Was never my intention
To fuck shit up
But who was paying attention
As I take another shot from a cup

Sometimes, we make mistakes
That can really haunt
It’s when the tension breaks
Where you can’t say so fucking what

Emptiness is like a knife
Always there to stab you
Bringing more pain
How much more can you endure
Before you scream out and roar

This is the bed I made
Deal with it everyday
It would be nice to trade
Can’t quite get my way

It’s buried deep in the sand
Like a treasure
Only this one has no stand
Nor pleasure

There’s no running away
From this bad mood
Emptiness is having its way
Doing more harm than good

It can cut ya in two
Dividing your heart
Enjoying it as if it already knew
Before the start

Emptiness is like the Devil
Sneaking up when you least suspect
Igniting your fire
As the flames burn
You begin to turn

Avoid looking into Satan’s eyes
Armed with evil riddles
And packs of lies
Think something good Sour Skittles

Taste the rainbow
To free your mind
Feel the magic glow
And then you’ll find

The spirit you had before
Shall finally rise
Time to slam emptiness’ door
And be real wise

Don’t ever give in
To its disturbing plot
Time to fight and win
Taking our best shot

Emptiness still exists
But has been pushed away
Showing I have strong will
And shall persevere
Knowing full well it’s all out there

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“Flex Freestyle”
D Flex
 
My name is D Flex
And I’m here to stay
Coming at ya
Like every single day
Going hard
To the extreme
Getting down
In funky ass jeans
Always flowing and glowing
Like the moon above
Showing ya ‘ll love
I’m Bob Marley
Calling for peace and harmony
I’m Jimi Hendrix
Singing about Purple Haze
In a cloud of smoke
That could go on for days
Robbing Vic Wertz like Willie Mays
I’m Joe Namath guaranteeing victory
An upset for the ages
It’s Cassius Clay over Sonny Liston
Turning history pages
It’s JFK edging Nixon
Even if it wasn’t on the up and up
But the other a crook
It’s all that and more
With puffy whites staring down
Knock knock knockin’ on Heaven’s door
I’m like Ali
Raising my arms to feel the roar
Of a crowd driven insane
Raising the roof
And giving some proof
Cause that’s what it’s all about
So stand up, 
scream and shout
That’s how we feel
Which makes us real

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“Out Of Sight”
by Derek Felix AKA D Flex

You can stack chips
Get tips
But what if you lose
Cause your drunk off the booze

Dazed and confused
Seeing angels in circles
Laughing at you cause you refused
To drop the bottle

Now you’re just a sucker
Without your head
Making wrong moves
Getting hustled may as well be dead

It’s time to pack up
And go on home
If you can actually find a ride
You’re looking around with nowhere to hide

Face flush as can be on fire
From Jack Daniels with Grey Goose your best friend
Along with tonic and gin
No wonder you can’t win

Nothing’s gone right in this smokey room
You don’t got a penny
It just wasn’t your night
Out of mind out of sight

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