A Poet...

I am crazy.
A billion thoughts, cross my mind a minute.
I am "artistic".
I look at the world in a different eye.
I paint pictures with my words.
I know my nouns and my verbs.

I write what I want, How I want.
I say what I feel.
Make believe or real.
I am free.

Freed by passion,
released from comformity and realsim.
Is it still political??
Maybe, but I don't care.
I don't abide...
may not rhyme
possess no form
broken every rule.

Paper is my road, pen is my bike...
I just hop on...
set free
and I write.