I’ll just let the pencil flow
On this case is the keyboard
When I start to express the feelings
Something very deep inside me, expresses an explicit roar.
Is the lion that’s inside
of the kid that’s nice and fine
but don’t step on the wrong space
that’s like stepping on a mine.
And it is completely mine
The right to let the lion out
When you’re trying to take advantage
on our daily go about.
And it’s not that I’m a maniac
In my mind there’s no disease
very clear and pretty intact all the world I can perceive.
I might be writing a lot, but what the heck
We got blogs, we got newspapers
we got pencils, we got pens, and we got maps.
You’ll probably never find time to read it
Or if you find it, you probably never will
but I do it for my mind to keep it sane
away from Ill.
Because If God told me the secrets
that are hidden when I write
Why should I come to a stop?
If you’re not who owns my mind.
I’ll just leave my thoughts imprinted
for history out on the web
Maybe someday people know me
And they’ll come and check the net
But I really have a feeling
And there seems to be no doubt
that one day after long time
but before when I retire
people will look at my writings, with them
they’ll be inspired.
I know today’s a lot,
but the mind needs a discharge
I will try to be smart
because many words can harm
the reputation of the writer,
but without words I can’t charm.
Since that happens most when one speaks
I’ll just continue to write, to the rain that’s slowly falling
and to this addictive beat.
If the reading feeds your mind
then this peace should be some meat.
If the writer is the waiter
Then I sure deserve a tip.
But is fine Do you prefer the meat with just a little wine?
but not too much because it could take over your mind
And take you do things you never intended
make you do things that could get others offended.
It’s not for kings nor for princes to drink wine
away from it, is being wise
That was told straight to Lemuel
And could for us make many bells
ring, in celebration of our success
don’t give all your strength to women
don’t become a slave to sex
everything has its time
they call it delayed gratification
it could sometimes be compared to what we call medication
at the time it wouldn’t taste so fine
but you’ll see after a while
but those that couldn’t wait
will be crying in the end.
Because really is an investment
with amounted interest, just need to wait.
just wait, simply little more, and you’ll find some inspiration
cuz you read all of this poem.