You have entered theeee CACTUS SOUL!!!!!!!!!!! Please stay and listen to the music, give my stuff some reading!!!... any feed back i shall love to recieve, and i may even show you my cleave....age.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Why do you bother
to stick around,
aren’t you sick
of what you’ve found
in me now?
a soft chill
a cloudless sky
washing lines
and roof tops
I am fatuous for you,
Do not deny me; the
epitome of the so
craved phenobarbitome.
Let love intercede,
but still bring passion
and pain; an intemperate game
a-mist quintessence.
the depth of my now
is filled with enigmatic intensity,
and your ever presence;
my head on your shoulder
watching the clouds pass away.
inadvertent;
this impeccable stillness.
Forgetting vacancy; the only
one to make me forget myself.
I hope that you can feel my air & waves,
as long as I am close to you,
the temples doors are open, and all
the barriers of the world have eroded away
Give me LSD
Give me Ecstacy
and hold me.
down.
Give me dependency
and hold me.
down.
Vibrations resonate
from your lips and tongue,
sound, breath of your voice
upon hairs upon my neck.
We’re young..
and full of sweet desire.
For music, and getting higher,
the hedonists pretending to be Stoics.
This is not wanted nor needed.
Ah! A drug to eradicate all drugs.
prove it, induce it
with music and
lyrics. Pretend to be Stoic.
Whilst you touch me.
I despise the sound of your soft voice,
I hate the smell of your sweet body odor,
I loath your warm, and sweaty palms,
and your heavy, rhythmic breath,
On the hairs of my skin.
-
I want to put a blow to you mouth, and
slap you in the face to death.
But you hold me down.
I do not try
to get you off.
If I could see the future,
I would sew the suture,
of my doubts, + bouts of risk
to certainty..
See the present, unwrapped,
in it state. And help me recreate
+ see the bits of my life.
That needs altering.
I am drowning in your vision,
and it’s intensity.
I am not you,
So allow me
to soften you.
with my subtly.
Listen out for yourself,
You’ll only find yourself,
by being quiet.
cool air from your lips
through the flute
the audience put on a show for me,
they are all the same as me essentially
Do not think through your eyes,
But see with your mind.