About
I am Jason Albert Robleto Heir to the Robleto Empire which my Grandfather started and let slip to the demons of his life. I Shall reclaim my throne. I will set the world right.
the poems i write
and tales i tell are
words of a man
wizen yet well
i wonder these lands
with holes in my shoes
a poem in mind
and nothing to lose
i dont write for me
i have no story to tell
i talk in rythem
cause i cant ryhm that well
cant speak
cant spell
nor mutter a sound
but my words in my head
have broken new grounds
they allow me to see
lands of the past
fortunes untold
and my emotions at last
i often use riddles
to confuse and confound
i talk of god
and of laws
that we all are bound
i tell of fate
and prince's
and life
and of homes
of gardens
of monsters
and things ive behold
give me the time
and ill tell you a tale
all that i ask
you rember me well
for a babling fool
is what ive become
with little food in my sac
and home i have none
so do me the honnor
its the best that i do
ill sing you a song
till the sun turns to moon
Journal
Life in Technicolor and Black and White
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