"Such a place for a thief!"
The patrolman cried. 
"Just the place for a crook!"
The Thief replied;
"What a schnook!
So easily you were duped!
Indeed you are stuped! 
Considering the time that you took!"

"Just  the place for a thief! 
I've now said it twice.
Indeed you are sly! 
Considering each day
That I passed you by! 
Why I did not notice you more than I would have a fly!" 
"You are no match! But I've made a mistake!
For I would be free
If that gate would unlatch!" 
"Such a place for a crook!"
A deep breath he took. 
"For one would be wise
If he knew where to look! 
"I will be blunt, this is all in good fun!
For when the cat is away the mice will run!"
"Fun! Began the hunt
When you pulled such a stunt!"
"Yes, yes. I saw and I sprung. I started to run! 
But perish the thought
For soon I to will be hung!"

Once upon a time
In another song and rhyme
Lived the King's royal fool
Who couldn't seem to step in line

He was witty he was charming
Though he was mistook
Because while he tried to bring a smile
Others misplaced him for a schnook

He would sing his silly songs
He would play a little toot
And while others called him a brute
Their point was fairly moot

And they tossed him on the rocks
And they threw him to the dogs
He always made his way back
To do what he was taught

"Fool," said the King
As he gave a coin a fling
"Have you learned not a thing?
I pay you to sing!

Let this be a lesson
As you lie awake in bed
If I dont get my wishes
Its off with your head!"


To top it off
The King gave a scoff
He was always short tempered
Because he couldn't play Golf
But the fool had brushed it off

But he knew how to live
And he knew how to love
He was never looking down
Because his spirits were always above

He always tipped his hat
To the ladies and the Gents
"Bless you Gov," he said as he bowed
"Be sure to give the wife a kiss!"

I would be remiss
If I did not insist
That while I enjoyed his company
And though I loved his songs
He did one thing
I thought was very wrong
When he put his hand on a place
That didn't possibly belong

"Apologies Miss I wasn't
Trying to seem fresh!
Take it from me tales me mother
Always taught me best!"

But she sighed and she frowned
As she went about her way
"Give it a rest you blundering pest
I have no time to stop and play!"

So the moral of me rhyme
To the right person place and time
If you can't enjoy life
You better step in line

Because you can't love another
If you don't love yourself
Might as well keep your worries
Tucked away upon a shelf!

It's not that bad
Though it may seem cruel
If you can't see the beauty
Then you my friend are the fool!

To those Battling Bipolar, depression or anxiety, much as myself.


Doubtless you should
So easily forget!
We are that
What you cannot see!
How long shall life suffer you
Until you realize this!
We are the soft incantations
That which you place inside
The inner core of your mind!
Controlling your every thought
While you so soundly sleep!
We will change you.
You will not walk outside
For even during the daylight
We hold our shadow!
In you, we confide
Your every fear,
Towards that which you love most.
We are here, you see,
Tho we cannot so easily
Be summoned.
You have known us
Yet are afraid to call by name.
We, the soft voices
Daunting your every way of life.
The sole purpose
You may sleep in a well lit room.
We are your enemy
And when others have turned away,
We are the only friend you have.
We, are you.

Hear the cravened Raven
The story he so proudly tells!
Through the constant chime
And ringing of the Bells!

Onwards to the house of Usher
Through the Catacombs
And the lowly depths of Hell
What a mood of merriment 
This tale portells! 

Below the creaking floorboards
He so loudly yells
As we pry the planks one by one
"This, a story 
No mortal ever tells!"

The Heavens claim Helen 
And the enchanting Annabelle
Alone In the city by the Sea
He so miserably dwells!

^^^^ note I'm not quite finished with it yet. I'm sure most will need revising and editing and make it longer of some sort.

Alone, afoot
With the world at my feet 
And my thoughts behind me. 
I part ways with life, and a dream 
Beyond my reach
And take to the open road.
The winding gravel,
Twists my own imagination,
And leads to where ever I wish to roam. 

For fortune, I have no desire 
I alone am desire. 
All a wanderer needs
Is the road,
And the stars to shield him at night. 
To where ever fate holds favor 
Is beyond me. 
I welcome with a complex mind
The events which are yet to come.

My mind, peaked with curiosity 
Overlaps and shrouds my own doubts.
For I alone, the father of my own creation
And the master of my own defeat. 
And the kind stranger who says Hello 
Is a parting friend who says Goodbye.