Wisdom is a beautiful thing
And given to a famous King
And Queen
Wisdom is knowing difference
From Right and Wrong
and acting accordingly
Wisdom!

In a small town
In Alabama
...
There lives a Poetess
As sweet as can be
One who's been here
(On HP)
Longer than me
Living on loving
And good poetry

Every beautiful moment
Every tragic scream
She's there to soften
Realities sting
Lucidly asleep
Wandering
Through dreams
She is a loyal subject
And she is
The Queen

Her smile is as bright
As her mind is wise
Lovely makeup
Never a disguise
To peer through
Her Southern
Smiley eyes
Is to know
Somehow
That hope
Is alive
...

Behind the clocks
Ticktock, ticktock
An immortal
Spirit dwells
No flesh that sags
Nor slowly rots
No meat on
His bones
To tell
Temporal
Disturbance
Fatigue sets in
As we scrape
The bottom of mind
Post it on your page
And now you're all in
Cursed to be
One of his kind
....

Love my bark just as my flowers

Cause it gets cold sometimes and I need you to still look at the dead me and believe there's some sort of life within

Be patient.
          
See that strength lies not in my leaves and petals
But in my cracks

Be kind.

When I open parts of me unseen
And exposed are my rings
That have survived fire and storm
Run your fingers through them
Bare the splinters i don't mean to hurt with

Be understanding.

Whisper louder than the wind that shook away parts of me
And make me feel whole as I am

Be love.