It’s my religion, my love, my ecstasy,
Like a mystic of old antiquity,
I pray thru poems, poets and Poetry,
I live in a world of pure and fantastic fantasy,
A world of the Absurd where with one word,
I can do Anything or go Anywhere,
That word is Love,
It embraces Everything,
The World should be made Of,
That is my confession,
My magnificent obsession.
Will stay,Because it’s madeOf the EternityYour LoveGave meThat Day.
Have fatalRepercussionsFor them?Lets hope and pray,They do!For if notThis CountryWill certainlyBe going to pot.
Ecstasy and lustThe flow into Worlds of Wonder,Before you become dust.
For Spanish is my loverBut English sets me free.
A profession without a degree,Having been formedIn the individual College,Of the Mentally Free,You seek and want the approvalOf others, too…But what in reality isA Poet?Complicated question,When I find out,And if I doI’ll be sure to shareThe coveted answerWith all of you.
On all congressional, RatsAnd while we’re at itJust for their, entertainmentBring in a few, real hungry Cats!
