[2] Poems,crappity crap.
I once had a dream
of a play far away
And for once it
wasn’t
another cliche
I saw things I don’t
usually see
and was
thing’s I’m usually
apprehensive to be
and the clouds weren’t just
clouds
nor the moon just a moon
and I now I know why
the dish ran away
with the spoon
And when I woke up
I wasn’t ready to leave
So I’ll just
keep on dreaming
and play make believe
Raven, Raven
Ebon grace
emerald pupils
shadowed
face
wings a flutter
in the air
figure eliciting
much despair
But
Raven, Raven
I can see
your withered soul
silent decree
to all you
call
humanity
there you perch
beg and plea
so that you may
become
free.