My Brother

My Brother

My creator
My initiator
My spectactor
My motivator
Knowledge the scientist, he put his eyes first
A normal human being that did God's work
It did not take 7 days but all other poets departed
Now I'm ahead of my time like daylight savings started
I am gifted
But Knowledge is modest so I must embellish
He did so good of a job that God must had gotten jealous
My brother which we share the same artistic blood line
A blood type that every poet can't find
But we are the donators
The innovators
Of good poetry we are the soul creators
We come from W.A.P. incase I need to recap
I was addicted to being egotistic and I just fell into a relaspe
I am a jerk
I am an asshole
Tired of me ruining them, God had just handed me my last soul
My brother knows me well, he keeps my feelings rounded
Knowing that I boast myself sky high, he keeps me grounded
He's the word professor
I'm the word melestor
I am also the student that must prepare for reality handed by the testor
When I say I look up to my brother I don't mean by height advantage
I look up to my brother in the way of setting high standards
Gambler, I'm talking bout the guy that passed me the dice
Brandon Cornish aka my brother for life