we're all beginners here
we're all amateurs
learning daily the lessons of life
making our way through this world

seeing is believing
if you believe all that you see
take it all with a grain of salt
light on the seasoning

with this life of choices
you take or you give
amid all of the noises
we have lessons in life to live

within my own vicinity
i search for simple serenity
tending to my own tendencies
mending without amenities

sick and twisted remedies
a bitter sweet identity
my slit-wristed entities
the enemies of my memories

this world is noise
broken ceramic
the head of a pin

sometimes i dream about a pin going through my neck
my head rises like a balloon
and i

if you place your ear against the ground
you can hear the earth hum
it sounds like rushing water
blood

I dress in
this skin I'm in
Some days thick
while others thin
It all depends
the mood I'm in
To how thick or thin
I wear my skin

I also have
different degrees
Of thick or thin
that cover me
From one coat on
to two or three
Adding color
to my skins needs

Be it thick or
be it thin
It all depends
the mood I'm in...

Messengers bring me no messages,
teachers do not raise your voices,
like a flag I will raise my hand, like
a mad dog looking up on a hill
in the afternoon, I will smell you out
in the dead water where my tongue
is held captive, if it is to be silent
it will be silent in my mouth
where darkness and the scent of roses
come out like smoke, I smoke alone
in the woods to be smoking
so I can say I have smoked,
I call out madam
shall I undress you for a fight,
the wars are naked that you wage tonight
in a bed as broad as a battlefield
as the sword you mock the fallen with
and the angel says what is dead is
dead, I dream what I dream.