Thursday, February 15, 2007

it's a laxative for your mind..

it's been so dry, the stream has ceased for months now. she can't grasp it, press her lips upon it or sink her head into the desert. so jimi takes over..

manic depression's touching my soul,
i know what i want,
but i just don't know how to go about getting it.
feeling, sweet feeling
drops from my fingers, fingers
manic depression's captured my soul.
woman so willing the sweet cause in vain,
you make love,
you break love,
it's all the same when it's...
when it's over.
music sweet music,
i wish i could caress, caress, caress.
manic depression's a frustrating mess.
well, i think i'll go turn myself off and go on down.
really ain't no use me hanging around.
oh, i gotta see you.


tell me, have you ever been experienced? well, i have.

2 comments:

  1. caress, a byproduct of finess
    it takes that to pass the test
    of barriers, posted in stress
    misery is a haunting feeling
    a thing that follows your very entity
    hope, is formed after atraphy
    a new world to be experiencing
    passing with each day, new words to say
    hang in, hang on, let go, let fall
    drip, drip, drip dry
    remember the sky produces darkeness and light
    darkest at night just before first light.

    ~Anxious?

    Love,
    Digress

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