Okay.
It's a habit I have.

I'm a poet, poetizing
the woes of man
posturing against a blue screen
called humanity.

While a cameraman, paints pictures
black and white with neapolitan colors
superimposing his own point of view.

It's not science, it's words man!
Pentameter with a kick a complexion
free flowing, conscious dualism
handed down from ancient orators to spammers
ragging on the social didactics of our time.

It's a habit, a drug, a vitamin for the soul
medical prescriptions are easy just feel this.

I know the water rain dropping
splats tears from spirits on high,
in a falling dew, poor angels cry
from sadness in their mist, clouds form.

See it's cool.
Just call me religious that way.
Peace be unto you and yours.
I need another fix....

A few words about poetry.