Skin (10th June 2008, 11.36am) I am a prisoner within my own body limits, restricted by cell walls and creeping minutes as I age and shed, one by one, the building blocks

Disclaimer: I am not a terrorist, just wanted to make that clear...

I was sure that if I said that the sky was blue, he would argue with me and protest that it wasn't, that it was actually a light, sky blue/white color with a hint of gray.

An old woman gazed beyond my shoulder at yesterday— image gnarled, serene hardened at the iris. Memory she saw, unable to impart as wisdom. Who listens to an old woman—

if you had loved, nursed and taught me to smile you’ll have bewitched this soul broken the silence and burst the dam of dreams if you knew how this heart yearns for dances

you ask me for a song about love like ones brides sing at weddings my voice have never known a song except groans and moans of the years where for many nights I laid under

She wanted a dog, so I got her one. How was I supposed to know that it was a dog used by the federal government for tests that was stolen two weeks before?

I don't need no father in the sky, don't need no living Christ, don't NEED to drink, toke, or fry, just need to look deep in my mind... and remember that there's magic, taking so many forms,