Eyelids Flutter,
Pushing me towards sleep.
The night is black,
and thoughtless.
My stargazing is blocked by flickering streetlamps
My mind struggles through the endless light,
dying for darkness and the peace it brings
And yet faux darkness claims me
and without stars I fail to fly,
The city crushes me.

Oh Poet!
Yes you! You sitting there!
With your colourful eyes and exact length of hair,
With your shimmering words that float in my mind,
Thoughts of your darkness and love in kind,
Your magnificent power to play with my soul,
Your god given gift to make others feel whole,
I love you, I beg you to pick up your pens,
To spin me a tale of what, where and when,
To teach me a feeling, reach into my heart,
To pluck at the strings and show me your art,
For in times of solace that I'm sure that we share,
I delve into my mind and your poem is there.

A thing to steal.
I have stolen chocolate,
I have stolen hearts,
I have stolen cameras,
And a fine piece of art.

I have robbed the rich,
And I have robbed the poor,
I have robbed unjustly,
But justly all the more.

I have taken for pleasure,
And I have taken for fun,
I have taken for the mighty thrill,
And just to hurt someone.

I have no fear of getting caught,
I have no fear of being shamed,
I have no fear of Devils worth,
Better sinner than live to name.