Wisdom..

It's more then knowing two plus two.
who are you?
and whats your name?
It Don't matter cause the matter that you been made with is greater then any substance that Man create.
You been made with a purpose and I hope you pray to hope you see that one day one day is here you was made for something greater then the Grave.
Maybe that is why i believe that Life don't end that is why we think to much when it comes to things...Just stop thinking and pray PRAY that who ever made you will give a understand of what I'm here for and Can i be the E and R ending of the word Great?
Because you are who you are to do Greater things.

Wisdom is Wise by it self you don't have to trust you Try to be wise You already have a part in you that is Greater then what you will make..

Watch and wait

when i was younger
and thought myself clever
i mused that the owl,
in all her purported wisdom,
was asking the wrong question.

if one is to stay up all night ruminating,
shouldn’t her mantra be a bemused and heartfelt “why?”


now i am older.
and the questions leave me wanting.

except for maybe “who?”

(and perhaps “what?”
because there is something to be said
for caramel mochas
and shades of apple green
and endearing little love poems.)


but these days it’s mostly “who?”

Where are my words?
Should my poems be taken from me?
They are my heart, my face, my name.
I say I write poems,
but they are but words;
ink and paper and rarely rhyme.
Words of love and power,
joy and sadness,
words of courage and war,
of wisdom and of life-
but mostly of love,
and so mostly of sadness it seems.