- May 28, 2004
- 787
- 7
No subtle hints…
whirling and
Free falling yet flying
Left completely on earth,
But my feet never touch the ground.
Deliciously high,
Almost supernatural.
Clearing the thin line between
Reality and bliss.
I’m there
I’m free
I’m beautiful
I’m floating beyond this world.
Swirls
And all kinds of smooth curls.
Leave me spinning
Leave me ending and beginning again and
Again.
Bathing in psychedelic pools of
Pleasure as it burns through my
Veins like fever.
I’m scorched,
I’m parched
I’m brand new and easy….so breezy.
I’m all that.
My body’s wound on
Cheap cigarettes and your sweet
Angel dust by the pounds,
The tears of a clown
Compliment your reverbs and nouns.
Your potency feels so dayum good to me!
Picking me up,
Oooh don’t you dare put me down!
Leave me up and spinning
In the expanse of the earth never to
Touch the ground.
I’m feeling good,
I’m feeling wonderful; mellow and easy
To your habit-forming, breezy Angel Dust.
Copyright 2004
“Son of the Day Star” Publishing
“Poeta Nascitur, Non Fit!”
whirling and
Free falling yet flying
Left completely on earth,
But my feet never touch the ground.
Deliciously high,
Almost supernatural.
Clearing the thin line between
Reality and bliss.
I’m there
I’m free
I’m beautiful
I’m floating beyond this world.
Swirls
And all kinds of smooth curls.
Leave me spinning
Leave me ending and beginning again and
Again.
Bathing in psychedelic pools of
Pleasure as it burns through my
Veins like fever.
I’m scorched,
I’m parched
I’m brand new and easy….so breezy.
I’m all that.
My body’s wound on
Cheap cigarettes and your sweet
Angel dust by the pounds,
The tears of a clown
Compliment your reverbs and nouns.
Your potency feels so dayum good to me!
Picking me up,
Oooh don’t you dare put me down!
Leave me up and spinning
In the expanse of the earth never to
Touch the ground.
I’m feeling good,
I’m feeling wonderful; mellow and easy
To your habit-forming, breezy Angel Dust.
Copyright 2004
“Son of the Day Star” Publishing
“Poeta Nascitur, Non Fit!”