Day opens up with light
and darkness owns the night.
Of both times I desire
the sun owns day with its fire.
When sun dims, slowly adrift,
it gives the waxing moon's lift,
with pale beams softly sent
to show a world that's shadow-bent.

Slither slither
Come hither
From castle to castle
We fear and hustle

Every house a fortress
Lock the gates at day
Everyone wants your money
Responsible for the poor

Buy socks from a street vendor
At an extravagant price
Save money at the supermarket
Because really your budget is tight

Give cigarettes to the druggies
At every traffic light
Give what you have left over
To charity; rids you of guilt

But the oraters in the halls
Of politics say you are the reason
You are the cause
The poor MUST commit treason

Play with words
Book with a character
Poem without rhyme
Novel within a play with words
About a book with a character
And a poem whithout rhyme
But the play with words
Is the poem whithout rhyme
And the novel within it
Is within itself

I can't stop writing this poetry,
Because all I think of is poetry.
Phrases repeat temselves spontaniously.
Like trains coming continuously
Rhyme and metre extravagantly
Burst into flames explosively.
Twas I who consulted psychiatry.
OCD he said repeatedly.
OCD I thought repeatedly.

Then I broke free
From
Rhyme and.  Metre

And any rules really!!!

**** it?

Flower

Sunshine in the rain
Relax bro

Be open and throw **** all over the place
                    But do it with grace.

It is forbidden to eat
To eat the fruit of love
In the garden of Human

Woman plucks it from the tree
The tree of ignorance
And gives it to Man

Man realizes they are clothed
And is embarresed he connot
Make her drop her brazier

They fall into love
And shall forever dwell
In paradise near to God

But
       In paradise there groweth
       Another strange fruit
       And a strange snake