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.
Jixi Fox
*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.
Usain Bolt 2009 in Berlin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
SECOND TO NONE
Enough said I am simply the best, top-tier the bread-winner,
I train in the studio hitting high notes like a talented singer,
I am a winner, I breeze pass you, I know for sure you feel my gust,
I am second to none, pouring my heart into my passion, until no energy left, bust.
It’s a full moon out,
I feel the shifting wind,
I am near now,
But far away I am going,
My demons chase me,
Vampires, werewolves,
All horror tales in my eyes,
My transformation is pending,
I might be in this phase quite a while,
They want to take me away,
They want to trash my progress,
Well, it’s time for new beginnings,
A journey I created,
Something worth following,
I am epic with no bounds,
I drown my tears of fear,
I will breathe again,
Hold on as I breathe in,
And let’s go of my past,
It’s time to begin…I took flight.
English: Scoring his first goal for Alki (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I play hard, teamwork is my game,
I create plays, I dominate, I am trying to win the game,
I put numbers on the board, it’s just the facts, I don’t got to brag,
A champion is my mind-set, now back to the game, throw some money in the bag.
Itz Jixi
I am upgrading my writing and other efforts to create a truly winning season of 2013. So with my play by play success, I got to really play the defense as well as offense to keep winning. The game of life is tough now and then, so we got to play harder and smarter, and eventually we all will come out with a win.
Breathe in and breathe out,
Don’t shout but open your mouth,
Let your words fly,
No landing,
It’s so high,
But you are not,
You are not standing.
–
Jixi Fox
Side Note: My music video Too Late was to arrive today, but guess what it’s late. lol. I actually have to make the other video breathe first. Sunday shall be the day. 🙂
I am rusty with the pen,
But I know I got to write,
I got an appetite for words,
People want to digest them all,
So I got to write, write, write,
I want to get better,
Sometimes I will make some mistakes,
But the life I want to live,
That’s just a risk I must take,
I am fighting with the pen at night,
I am trying to create epic stories and tales,
If my words aint about anything,
My writing I must bail,
I need to escape these walls,
And the burden of not honing my skills will bear,
I need not to be rusty with this pen,
For my words with be left on deaf’s ears.