YEEE --- HAWW! El Guapo Rides Again!

Keeper and the kept,
Locked away together,
In our own world.


Locked up, locked
Down. No fresh air or hot food;
It's a bitch.


Your momma is in
The pen! Locked up, turned
Out and enjoying!


Penitent in the
Penitentiary, I think
I'm reformed now.


Locked with you in
The lock up, just you and I
Love the one you're with.


You're locked up with
Us. Who are you bitching to
Now? Who's your daddy?


Mind, body, spirit.
Not all prisons physical.
We're all locked up.


Mastery of the
World of words enables
One to write haiku.


Flow of syllables
Colors the empty paper,
Painting poetry.


Letters float from
My pen upon the paper.
Expressing myself.


My pen to paper,
Ink flowing, thoughts running,
Rough then polished.


Pencil or pen to
Write or sketch a legacy,
Volumes filled.


Shitting out gems of
Poetic masterpieces
Again and again.