Chapter 2

That is green it is a blade of grass all grass is green, therefore all things green are grass.

Bill of Rights Cut-up (last 3)

establishment of religion, freedom of speech, peaceably to assemble, redress of grievances.

a free State, not be infringed.

in any house, time of war, prescribed by law.

persons, houses, papers, not be violated, supported by oath to be searched, to be seized.

otherwise infamous crime, in cases arising in actual service be subject for life or limb; witness against himself, process of law; without just compensation.

right to a State and district district shall have of the nature witnesses against him; in his favor, for his defense.

controversy shall exceed shall be preserved, in any court the common law.

excessive fines imposed, unusual punishments inflicted.

of certain rights, by the people.

by the Constitution, the States respectively, to the people.

Forked!

Thoust spake lies. Lies, lies and more damn lies.

Thoust tongue is forked.

Just `orrible

This is an `oribble poem about `orrible Ed & `orrible Sid.

Now `orrible Ed had an `orrible `ead, but `orrible Sid had an `orrible kid. And that's enough of this `orrible poem!

What is love ? #1

Love is: walking through the park holding hands, kissing, cuddling, hugging, great sex.

No that's just a fantasy. But it's a great fantasy of mine, and one that doesn't impose any stereotypes on anyone.

So I'll hang onto it.

We would like to suggest that you try reading this poem backwards, line by line.

What is love ? #2

"Love is a many splendid thing." that's what someone said, but don't ask me who.

Love is different things for different people,

but for me, love is about being there for someone special, and about them being there for me too.

I love my Mum & Dad, and yes, my brother too, and all his family, and all my other relatives,

all my close friends, and the other ones too, who I only see now and then,

I love Annie on 2XX, who I've never even met, who just talks away to me on the radio, happy as can be, brightening up my morning.

I love: rock stars, pop stars, movie stars, and lots of people who I will never even know, except through their publicity machines,

yet if you asked me, I'd say, " Sure, I love: Shania, Alanis, Pamela, and Kim Hope too"

and so many more, whose names escape me, leaving me with only fleeting images, from movies, TV, and magazines.

I love happy people, and struggling souls, and down-and-outs, and just about everyone!

I love beautiful people, and the rest too, because beauty isn't about size or shape, it's about what's inside, and what you think and do.

But I don't have someone special in my life. A lover, to love, and be loved by, passionately, sexually, sensually!

so instead I dream on, just loving life itself.

And yes, I go on loving those girls from bordellos too, just occasionally.

Hey, I'm only human, and I need loving too. Or is that just sex & lust ?

I need loving,

I need love,

I love loving,

but don't ask me what love is.

About the Poet

Peter Eric Williams was born on 1st of November, 1961, in Adelaide, South Australia, and grew up in places which include: Adelaide, Berri, Sydney, Oro Bay (Papua), Sydney (again), Canberra, Penang Island (Malaysia); before then returning with his family to Canberra, where he finished primary school, then High School and College, living in Lyneham. He then got a job with the Department of Defence, as a Trainee Draftsman, just before turning 20, where he continues to work to date (currently 1999), as a Technical Officer.

He has only recently taken up writing poetry. When he enrolled in a poetry workshop last year, with the ACT Writers' Centre, he needed to bring a sample of his own poetry to the workshop, and he didn't have any, so he wrote the poem which became "Nuts" (in a shortened form) in the evening before the workshop. It was warmly received in the workshop, and thus the germ of his poetry writing was planted and grew. He continues to share his poetry with fellow poets at the Closet Poets, who meet twice a month at the ACT Writers' Centre, and also occassionally performs his work on radio 2XX.

Peter was diagnosed as a Schizophrenic approximately 15 years ago, and now leads a relatively "normal" life, with his full-time job, and on continual anti-psychotic medication. He lives in a rented, two bedroom flat in the Canberra suburb of Hawker, where in his spare time he uses his personal computer for the internet, programming and of course, writing poetry and publishing it on his own personal web page.

A large section of Peter's poetry appears on his personal home page ( http://members.fortunecity.com/pew ). Some of Peter's poetry currently appears on internet web site "The Australian BDSM Information Site" ( http://www.ozabis.info/stories_poetry.html ), in the "short stories and poetry" section.

Peter said, "I hope that this poetry will: amuse, bemuse, entice, entertain, delight, shock, inform, educate and inspire the readers of these pages." Read this book and you will discover some of the quirky corners of his mind, about what turns him on, turns him off, and what turns him a little crazy...