My work of art,
My perfection,
My peace.

Your smile,
Your eyes,
Your shape.

Our love,
Our memories,
Our future.

My love, you’re one I’ll never replace.

The door is there for the opening
You know we all hold the key
Pour out your thoughts on paper
Your on the road to poetry.

Your words at first may falter
Like a child's very first step
But the more that you keep writing
There will be words you'll never forget.

You know you will never regret this
It's the greatest therapy
And before you really know it
Your a writer of poetry.

There's a poet there in everyone
Thats what a poet said to me
So if you really whant to be one
Then you will master poetry.

Organic has touch,
Metal outlasts.
Organic has sound,
Metal just echoes.
Organic has cushion,
For emotions within.
Metal stays strong,
Can take the toughest hits.

Organic has taste,
Depending what it ate.
Metal vibrates,
To try to imitate.
Organic has colors,
Metal has paint.
Organic forgets,
Metal just waits.

Organic fades,
Metal floats in gray.
Organic needs air,
To sustain health.
But Metal stays,
Right near our chests.
Organic craves,
As Metal engraves.

Organic understands,
Metal just learns.
Organic has a name,
Metal has a brand.
But for some reason,
Found more in our hands.
Keep organic close,
And to metal stand.

Prince owned 700 step ladders.*
He was 4' 9'' tall in high heels.
He had 2 kidneys and they were ******-sized.
Prince ate small portions.
His parents were monkey-trainers.
Prince had *** with a tall woman once and only once.
He had elfin ears.
*For fear of drowning, Prince only drank from tea cups.

they want a piece of you
and bits and pieces you allow

the whole you is in flux
in a state of becoming

unfolding your wings
warming to life

a fragile Butterfly
making ready for flight.