My insanity

Slinking in the shadows,
on a warm summers night,
sulking behind the petals, of flowers.

These strands of darkness encircle me,
so near yet so distant, I want them to leave,
let me be me, But they seem scared, hesitant.

My thoughts soar as everyone's do,
yet now they are pinned to the ground,
that magnificant eagle that once had soared,
has now been shot down.

I try to write as I always do,
Just can't seem to make any of it rhyme,
My thoughts left intact are but a few,
fears haunt my mind.

Illusions plague these hallowed walls, dead kings claim their thrones.
Trying to reach home before the darkness falls, Somewhere far away from home.

In the club!

Flashing lights and booming sound,
I caught her hand, then twirled her around,
Grabbed her waist, held her close,
Then quickly swept her off the floor.

The music around picked up it's pace,
I think she tripped upon my shoe lace,
I held her fast in a graceful move,
as the club around us began to groove.

My eyes slipped to her brilliant smile,
her blood red lips, her dancing style,
Driven on by the music around her I hopped,
Caught quite unawares as the music stopped.

Amidst hushed tones I heard commotion,
Most of us were caught midway through awkward motions,
from screaming out aloud, myself I stopped,
just to find myself face to face with a cop.

He smiles at me without humor in his eyes,
"Good lord!" is he going to tell me my rights?
What is happening? For what is this bust?
What could I be guilty for save a pelvic thrust?

They rounded us up like a flock of sheep,
then put us the vans and the police jeeps,
I assure you it's a pretty freaky sensation,
when you are being hauled off to a police station.

They took down my addresses and my contact information,
I think I already discussed the peculiar sensations,
Charges of obscenity were upon me I was told,
However now did that unfold?

It took some time, we were sent off home,
like fallen emperors sent back to Rome,
what we were and what were we now,
Man times change so quick and how!

I'm sure this exercise took a few hours at the least,
multiple policemen 'The moral police',
Objecting to the way we dance and the way we behave,
and about the late hours we keep they did debate.

Amidst all this I thought of them who in this system put their trust,
All those people praying and hoping for some result,
Some raped, some murdered others who lost their money,
And their guardians were busy doing this. Don't blame me for finding this funny.