I want you to understand my name,
the robes of rude electric activities
were once made to fit my
curves and canvasses
when i use to paint them
perspiration / desperate / commotions
all mixed in a soup
of sensuous satiation...

I once had hands so clever
with ingenuity and imagination,
i held nothing, really
but the naked mute
holding nothing
just palms lined with psalms'
life lines and predictions
many unable to read
or feel akin...
predictable and gullible
are we not made
to change?

In the lion's pit Daniel learned
swift and well
the name of the game is
Live to Tell,
we create our own designs
and belief
and even our own hell...

I want you to know my name
when I name one angel : "wisdom"
and one skeleton : "shame"

know me well
forget yours just the same,
once i was the victim
soon now the Lion's Mane...

One angel :  "wisdom"
One Skeleton :  *"shame"