Skinned emotions and ***** thoughts; we can be
careless as a dream —feeling a pinch of love, still  
pinch me if I’m dreaming.  

I glamour on compulsive needs; never satisfied by a  
wanting happiness; creasing a stone face, and waiting  
for the wrinkles of time, to smooth out my maturity.  

The flesh only learns what is important, when starved  
of all that is convenient; as the mind is an ****** *****,  
beautiful, wild, creative and charming—  
when trained well.  

Live by your flesh; you’ll die by it too, as it dines on you
Put no mind on the things that you do;
then pay  no mind to when people call you a fool.