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Little children should not stay out of night, 

Don’t be seen and keep out of sight, 

 Lock your doors and turn off the light, 

For the shadows will jump out and give you a fright,

Be warned children, be very truly afraid,

For is their feast and that is how they are made,

So stay in the covers and there you should stay 

Don’t look under the bed or they will take you away, 

So don’t listen to voices or creeks or what you seeor children want to play,

Hope you, children may  live another day 

Step in to my house don’t be shy, 

Come inside , no need to spy, 

I’ve been excited, I could just die, 

So enter and have a bite, 

Your bellies must be belt tight,

You might want to also stay for the night, 

With locks of yellow, 

 a personality of mellow, 

She might even act like a fellow, 

And she might be quick to anger and bellow, 

Which can make most men turn to jello’

A wanderer of silver hair, 

with skin so oddly fair, 

With quick hands he did bare, 

 And his art has no flare,

Come at him if you dare, 

For if you do, He will shall not spare.

There is nothing like rebellion

being a force of norm opposition, 

To be with the revolutionary decision, 

To fight with belief of righteous precision, 

To battle with the  said delusion,

At be part of a historic attention, 

What would say would suffice ? 

a duel of swords of fire and ice? 

To role the demented fateful dice? 

Stories in tale of heroism and Valor,

Defeating the enemy and a happy ever after,

To be hopeful and come together, 

To become  comes much close than brother, 

To be more than what conventions and rules that answer, 

When you least expect it you will meet your end,

By food ,by love, train  or a suicidal trend,

What ever you do you will never ever fend, 

So What ever gets you to be send,

What makes you bold? 

With a tint of yellow and warmth of cold? 

that can buy a fist load when you hold ? 

Or make your killers bow down and fold? 

Hi I’m Jack a master of none,

not a slave of a certain skill, 

But I have talents more than one, 

It seems so lame to perfect it , to fill,

To reach the top of  the sun,

is not worth my body to feel ill, 

Decisions decisions what ever shall I pick, 

I better pick wise or I’ll get the short end of the stick, 

Decisions decisions what is my choice ? 

should I listen all around me or my own voice ?

To be crushed by the current flow ? 

or fight with my own force ? 

In the ruins of a home wrecked with brutal rage, 

A girl wakes up to celebratory come of age,

She wakes on the floor of wood red, 

and sees her parents sprawled and dead, 

And all of the cause she  saw, 

 Was a wolf-man with a silver claw, 

   With black rage vengeance she swore, 

Why why does it rain ? 

Does it show hurt and pain? 

Does it reflect anguish, disdain ? 

Or is it your heart  beaten or slain? 

maybe..

Rain can be of mirth and Merry, 

And to others no quite so scary, 

Can also make passions very fiery, 

A top a  burning mountain warriors clash,  

Smashing with swords surrounded by molten ash, 

Two beings rending assaulting in blurring dash,

When one is victor while the other will fall and crash,

I am here to tell you how to love,

 First find that someone that’s easy enough, 

Second never let go even if it get rough,

third fight for her even if the enemies are tough,

And lastly let her go like a dove, 

And that my friends is how you might think of your life choices and 

What does it to be inspired ? 

Do you have to be completely wire? 

Or is it someone you desire ?