Blank Verse · philosophy · poetry

Me cabeza un casa tu casa




I stand before you,

Naked and true.

My bareness not of yours.

My truth can not be trusted.

Nor my faith be withered.

Please I beg you not to believe

all of these words this poet does.

all of these years of quatrain this poet makes.

all of that word do line up with all of it that is pure bs and nonsense.

When all things fail,

I will prevail of my moronic and ironic insanities of my loving cabeza.

As I ask once before.

“Enter with all warning,

Enter and be entetained,

Inside my insanities,

Welcome to my hell,

So you’d know what

Heaven looks like after

You have come out of mine.”

Welcome. . .