64 squares and 32 pieces
white and black or black and white
pending your thesis
whether your black or white
they all have the same features

8 pawns, simple creatures
8 x 2 is 16
infantry disguised as peasants
trying to get above the 7th
to the 8th and replace
their meager form for something more severe

2 rooks, sitting on the edge
2 crooks robbing everything perpendicular
to the perimeter provided the king
doesn't falter in his pledge


When the night rolls through,
the knights roll through.
Puffing green goo, these squares or cubes
will move an L make a 7 and ***** you.

The bishop will say a blessing
as he stumbles across the board.
Moving forward diagonally,
these drunken priests drink towards
a leader hung with dressings

The queen? That greedy broad
thinks everyone is a pawn.
constantly placing her place
in the face of those trying to take her place.

The king orchestrates the beat
carefully placing his feet before god.
His feat is living, no great givings,
giving up the wrong square will make his crown your treat

Move like water,
for water flows at a steady pace
determined by it's physical state.

Ice is slow and unrelenting.
The colder it is, the more it stings
like a Tesla coil spring.
It become electrifying and burning to the touch.

Liquid is the smoothest.
It is life's essence.
Wether swirling with the wrath of a hurricane or sitting stagnant
It can never be cut or formed into fragments.
When divided it will always return to the lowest place to evaporate.

Gas is the hot head of the three
or I should say exciting to the point of steaming
you can't touch it but you can feel it heating
up the surface, pushing everything that gets too close away.

The best thing about all these states,
is that they are neither aggressive nor defensive
They move at their own pace
Interact with them incorrectly  and they will show your place.

Move like water,
for water flows at a steady pace
determined by it's physical state.

Every door in this place creaks,
shattering the silence of the empty echoing
of faucet leaks.

Drips are part of the  company I keep.
Along with drops, smoke trails and static details.
Fuzzy sounds penetrate the hell I face while asleep.

Dead skin soup
marination for the soul.
The longer it soaks, the more the skin droops.
More flavor for the porcelain bowl.
Seasoned with scrubs,  wash, and shampoo in the stoup.
Scrub hard, rise hot and watch the tainted drain down a black hole.

More smoke than air in lungs if your a buyer.

More fire than water in blood if your a writer!

 It's 4am, settle down, your not tired?

All that caffeine will shorten the time before you expire!

                                                                                                                When the sun is up , I'm in my bed.

                                                                                                         When the moon is up, I'm out my head.

                                                                                                        Cabinets open, take the tie off the bread.

                                                                                                  Twisted close, my nickname's ***** thread.

Cans over here. Cans over there.

Can you get out your recycled chair?

Spinning around, rolling eye glare.

Perched on a throne in a 4 walled lair.

                                                                                                  Coordination of letters into a poetic diction.

                                                                                                      Separate each word like fact from fiction.

                                                                                                           Space things out; "and" "or" transition.

                                                                                                Correlate the points for a literary  prediction.

She came to my door, tears streaming down her face.
In her blabbering, she only spoke six words clearly,
"I don't belong in this place"

As I led her inside
I noticed the blood streaming down her wrist
I cut my sentence short and replied

Silence and ice cream
Same thing I got when I tried to hang out.
At the bottom of the bowl I saw her face gleam.

We hadn't spoke since she spat "******"
As our connection  leaked into the air,
I whispered "murderer"

As she lay leaking through band-aids and bandages
The red made me think of love
and how the feeling of hate has it's balances