I have flown to very very lands and the mightiest of places,
I soared with the eagles and planes until I landed flat on my face,
I was taken back in the past, a time I have evolved from,
I am all alone, with no one to phone with a revolver.
Curious Little Kitten (Portrait) (Photo credit: caruba)
Back in the day I use to trade blows with my friends being really witty,
Most of the things I said were weird, slick, sly and silly,
I guess it was the kid in me, but I still had a serious tone, like I was grown,
My mother was very strict, so I had to come correct or it was a slap upside my dome,
I had to beg my mom for a clone, because I was alone, she gave me a brother,
Little did I know that since she and my dad had to work a lot, I had to assume the role as my brother second mother,
I was the overseer and manager of his time, which was quite a fond job,
Until I needed escape to find my own lane,
Insane I went questioning everything,
Being silly charming any girls in the surroundings of me,
Even when I was shy, I was still that guy that they knew was seriously silly.
*My childhood was a creative one and quite an experience. I remember all the memories and cherish them, for I learned so much from myself and what I was capable of doing, by simply listening and being in everyone’s company being witty. People enjoy a good laugh and being entertained if its given to them.
The note sits on the table,
Waiting for eyes to see,
It has words of love and hate,
That erupted for a fight,
It cries and bleeds ink of pain,
For the history it unfolds,
It written as a last resort,
Of someone that is bold,
Let it fly and let the heart pour,
For when the other lays eyes on this note,
They may die from inside,
For wasn’t was done was so cold.