CHORUS
all i know is what i am and all i am is what i know



i can’t participate in your beauty pageants

if my words don’t paint a picture, my desire lies just short of non-existent

am i really such an object that my abject personality is a broken, but unreachable, light fixture? yes

we feed off negativity, thus it becomes reality

we lie outside, thus it becomes unspoken

keep judging for thy bantering, but never compare suffering

i’m sorry that my room was left wide open

dirty night stand with a clean square for a couple books to sit

i thought about sleeping for a couple decades

and i could come back, refreshed, from all the nights i didn’t sleep before and gorge myself on futuristic cuisine for a couple days

whatever stays, whatever goes

whoever knows would matter very little after fifty years of rest and relaxation

i am growing to a point where all i am is disconcerned, and i would stay there if i didn’t have a child on the way

i’m letting old things go in the leu of new arrivals

forgiving past transgressions from myself and from my rivals

time will tell if heaven and hell are lines that just divide us, or if both can be obtained before we die

what’s left behind is asinine- no truth behind a legacy

your pedigree may love you, but to them you’re just a memory

to the rest your best is barely read or quoted on occasion to defend ideals that you had likely never been faced with



*SmaR-T JoneS*

i don’t mock it as i knock it, cause i tried it

hands in my pockets, walking into work frightened

and it’s hard to think the world is beautiful when you’re looking at the world through a window of a cubicle

paper cut through

irrefutable

found my center in a pen as a splinter bashed through my cuticle

l-l-life is a musical

it amuses me, it soothes me, it moves me

but life is not a movie, it’s a musical from birth to your funeral at whole

at the scene, in between seams

so delusional

but life is dilutable, just like a cup of water

and that cup can turn crucible to make that water hotter

so raise your sons and daughters not to boil over

so they can do the same with their own when they grow older

l-l-life is a folder, holding memories and files

changing pictures and stories as they stretch out for miles
t-t-tightly woven tiles of colors and senses make up our entire world and existence

and it could all be gone in a flash

yes, and instance

and we’d look back and laugh at it’s insignificance