You'll find her in the back,

A misfit queen

Of broken dreams

Dressed in black.

Cigarettes drained,

And nicotine stains..

A smoke cloud encompassed insomniac.

Choking on carcinogens,

Worthless humans,

And debilitating payback.

And praying for a savior beyond

Prozac, 

Plaque, 

Or a heart attack.

Do not condemn what you are praying for.

If you wish to be creative

Do not belittle the artist.

If you wish to be a genius

Do not bully the nerd.

If you wish to be innovative

Do not scoff at new ideas.

If you wish to be generous

Do not refuse a gift.

If you wish to have integrity

Do not hate the truth.

If you wish to be healthy

Do not be jealous of the athlete.

If you wish to be wealthy

Do not reprove the rich.

If you wish to be original

Do not laugh at those being different.

If you wish to be free

Do not judge those who live by their own rules.

If you hate something, the Universe

Will not provide doors for you to create it.

My spirit is wiser than is my human capacity to listen.

But I try anyway.

And I hope I die trying,

since it's an impossible achievement,

not meant to be completed,

merely sought.

Amber moon shifts west

shadows steal silently east

no meeting of minds