Desensitizer

by Kaero Davis

  Why had they really betrayed and abandoned off of the plot?

  And is not man’s greatest pleasure satisfactory gratification?

  Does happiness deserve only scorn and condemnation?

  Take all the time you need for a thorough cogitation –

  The seed is planted, I’ll leave it to your imagination,

  His words were merely half-truths and complex lies,

  And all further thought thereafter is made a waste of time,

  His, ‘no other way but mine to receiving paradise’

  Implying it only exists after surpassing life,

  Make no mistake the man was a witch and trapped millions in his spell,

  I understand the frustration, the confusion you feel – oh I understand it well,

  Been through it far too many times myself,

  But knowledge is power, and I’ve salvaged you of that Hell.

  Off, To Higher Comparison

  A brother of mine suffered over 2000 years ago,

  Perhaps the greatest man the world has known,

  His was tried, but a just and right approach,

  A path to nirvana, a peaceful road,

  My brother was wise, faithful and true,

  Living midst an era and peers with no clue,

  For all his love and wisdom, he was subdued,

  Paying the ultimate sacrifice for me and you,

  To love something so much doesn’t actually make you soft,

  Despite what they say the saviour was hard as rock,

  You don’t realise at any point, it could’ve all stopped,

  But you don’t when you’re passionate about what you want,

  Christ was always loyal as fuck, right to the last,

  Shame his crowd gave up and only bore disgust,

  There’s only ever so many people you know you can trust,

  And there’s no difference these days for any of us,

  Only so many people will rush to your aid,

  Only so many times people mean what they say,

  It’s a shame it never stays that way,

  It’s a shame every one of us at some stage betrays,

  I couldn’t once deny the king,

  But beg his forgiveness for my sins,

  Ask his guidance when times are grim,

  Take responsibility, take it on the chin,

  When times are tough, I’ll bear it, wear it, grin,

  My current challenges just couldn’t compare to him,

  High, And Too Off Comparison

  I can do that, yep, I can do that,

  Well, I tried, but I landed on my back,

  I swear I can – I’ve got the knack,

  But first I’ll go for a mung out on a snack,

  I like how you did that, but I’m better,

  You aint seen nothin’ like this, never,

  Records mate, I’d break ’em any weather,

  But after I just get me shit together,

  Just a quick cone and I’ll be ready to go,

  Mate I’m the fuckin’ best – you should know,

  I’m not that slow, fine, I’ll put on a show,

  Ow – fuck! I kicked my big toe!

  See it’s not that hard, I’ve done it all before,

  (shit I’m glad he didn’t just see me slip on the floor)

  There, see? Do I need to say more?

  With these skills – I won’t be ignored,

  I don’t always feel I fuck up on weed,

  In fact – I feel I’ll succeed,

  It’s what I want – it’s what I need,

  C’mon now, I know you agree,

  No, I don’t always feel I fuck up on weed,

  Contrary – I know I’m going to exceed,

  It’s what I crave – it’s what I need,

  I know deep down you agree,

  But sometimes – rare times –

  I might just be high, and too off comparison,

  Death, Myself

  I’m pushing to the edge,

  To the death of a piece of me,

  Detaching off old skin’s, I shed,

  To death, shattering pieces, and feed prophecy,

  I’m intentionally killing pieces off me,

  Reviving them slightly before dying off somewhere else,

  Intentionally living but allowing death to breathe,

  Eventually living still after death myself,

  I speak metaphor, figuratively, over many a context –

  I don’t particularly speak of just any one concept,

  I don’t expect many others could easily as accept,

  And I especially don’t expect to keep any of their respect,

  Pieces of me would compromise,

  Pieces of me cause despise,

  And pieces of me have despised,

  They have certainly compromised,

  So, I’m pushing to the edge,

  To the death of a piece of me,

  Detaching off away old skin’s, I shed,

  To death with broken pieces, and feed prophecy,

  Yeah…

  I’m intentionally killing pieces off me,

  And reviving them slightly before dying off someplace else,

  Intentionally living but allowing death to breathe,

  Eventually still living after death myself…

  Those Cryptic Testaments

  You have to choose your words carefully,

  When others twist what you say,

  They use what you say against you,

  If you’re not careful – it’s led to stray,

  I guess it’s a similarity of mine to Christ,

  In the way that people misinterpret,

  The horrible obstacle that is my life,

  Punishment fitting, deserved,

  When you’re not specific and you speak broadly,

  In similarity, metaphorically,

  You want to include the best you can, fit more in,

  And I’m sure many will protest and say it’s boring,

  The trouble is it’s lazy to not elaborate,

  And everybody learns at a different rate,

  Whether quick to explain, or slow to contemplate,

  The most of the importance is that we all reach the state,

  I guess I couldn’t explain thoroughly to those driving me insane,

  I had to leave and make my getaway,

  Take a chance, learn it my way, the hard way,

  From stupid to smart, psycho for sane,

  People will only understand within their level of intelligence,

  And you can’t expect them not to raise whatever defence,

  When you speak more the sence to what real relevance,

  Each cryptic Testament, and it’s consideration and time spent.

  Perverted

  I’ve got a filthy mind and even filthier tongue,

  And I’m certain a lot of what I say sounds dumb,

  But hey, why not? While we’re still young,

  Relax, it’s only harmless fun,

  I’m a pervert – and quite extrovert about it,

  A dirty pervert – have many disturbed about it,

  A filthy pervert – well, they’ve gone berserk about it,

  Yeah, I’m a pervert – and I might divert… nah, doubt it,

  Anything you say can and will be turned dirty,

  Not to be taken seriously or feelings will be hurting,

  Intelligent yet vulgar – my favourite method of flirting,

  The party’s getting started – why’s everyone desserting?

  It’s not often that I’m not out of line,

  It’s not often I’m not out of and speaking
my mind,

  But I’m told the leash I keep on it has to be tight,

  Because old standards of propriety haven’t yet died,

  I’m a pervert – and quite extrovert about it,

  A dirty pervert – have many disturbed about it,

  A filthy pervert – yeah, they go berserk about it,

  Yeah, I’m a pervert – and I might divert it…nah, doubt it,

  It might be immature, but admit it, you liked it,

  Don’t go condemning it before you even try it,

  It has it’s moments of hilarity – you really can’t deny it,

  This is how I want to be, it’s decided,

  Perverted!

  Cyber Show

  Yeah it was me on the cyber-net showin’ off me prick,

  I love it, love plain with it, after all it’s my dick,

  When I’m in the shower mate – I wash it quick,

  It gets rather vigorous it’s a wonder I don’t slip,

  Yeah, it was me on the cyber-net showin’ off me prick,

  But also showing intelligent – creative wit,

  Never met any once – never close enough to lick -

  Any particular place I made any of them think,

  Yeah it was me on the cyber-net, showin’ off me prick,

  Getting’ up to all manners of mischievous tricks,

  Perking up, working up an excitement in the chicks,

  And such a sexual deviate does indeed exist,

  Yeah it was me on the cyber-net, showin’ off me prick,

  Wasn’t it nice and long and juicy and thick?

  Some woman out there had better snatch me up quick,

  Thinkin’ all about it again is getting’ me all stiff,

  Yeah it was me on the cyber-net, showin’ off me prick,

  Nothin’ ever happened but you’d probably know if it did,

  I might be small but then it might be that big,

  The difference though is I do indeed know how to use ‘it’,

  Cut Above The Rest

  I barely ever have to confess,

  It’s blatant that I do surely obsess,

  Over that beautiful, soft, tender, pink flesh,

  Ecstasy intensity – a cut above the rest,

  Such a beautiful glorious divide,

  My mouth surely yearns to dive,

  I wish to descend and spread those thighs wide,

  Kiss you slowly, tenderly, until I taste what you like,

  I want to take it slow and taste you melt,

  Push you to release all you have withheld,

  I’m gonna do it good and I’m gonna do it well,

  I’ll make you feel the best you’ve ever felt,

  Push you to the edge and make you want to scream,

  Ecstasy intensity – better than a dream,

  It’s when I feel you shudder – it’s where I want to be,

  I work it, berserk it, and in a blast you cream,

  Such beautiful sweet juice, a flavour I favour,

  A perk for my extremely lurid behaviour,

  You took a chance and allow me a savour,

  Releasing the tension, your hero, your saviour,

  And you’ll know first-hand I barely have to confess,

  It’s blatant that I so completely obsess,

  Over your, beautiful, soft, tender, pink flesh,

  Ecstasy intensity – the cut above the rest…

  Mr. Ess

  I’ve seen her out and with her man,

  I’ve seen beneath the surface – I can,

  But where is she when they’re holding hands,

  Fantasy drift in an exotic circumstance,

  I’m a sanctuary for rebellion, a rebound through divides,

  I fill out to the boundaries, compensate when deprived,

  She could have me at her side – have me on the side,

  It’d be our secret, she can trust she can confide,

  Everybody needs that someone,

  And me, I’ve got some,

  I’ll relieve distress – I can have that done,

  I’ll be your Mr. Ess, I can be that one,

  I’ve seen her without her man,

  I’ve seen beneath the surface – I can,

  But where is she when they’re not holding hands?

  Fantasy drift in foreign, exotic circumstance,

  But, I’m a sanctuary for rebellion, a rebound through divides,

  I’d fill out to the boundaries, compensate when deprived,

  She could have me at her side – have me on the side –

  It’d be our secret, she can trust she can confide,

  Everybody needs that someone,

  And me? I’ve had some,

  I’ll relieve the distress, I can make that done,

  I’ll be your Mr. Ess babe, I can be that one.

  In Defence Of The Context

  Some take many my content or comment,

  In on a wrongful context,

  Words, twisted, bent, flexed,

  Doomed to bleed in contempt,

  And it’s barely ever been complex,

  That many have been perplexed,

  It’s natural – it’s friggin’ reflex,

  And we re-contemplate events,

  Oh, well I’m sorry for being such an offense,

  No – it was nothing I ever friggin’ meant,

  At least ’til it was time to take what extent,

  And at the end – it’s times we’re gonna regret,

  It has to me, been quite complex,

  To speak and not be taken out of context,

  Words twisted, flexed, but do I expect –

  We’re all doomed to bleed in contempt,

  I’m sorry I’ve caused what resent,

  Shedding off similar disrespects,

  I do know better just, haven’t shown it yet –

  But I will sometime soon – I do have that intent,

  I’m sure I have a lot to make for amends,

  And I may never truly develop many friends,

  But we know we can be prepared for it if it happens again,

  I’ll wear my responsibility – I know I’m not exempt…

  Mindful Of The Mindless

  Some people can’t understand at times the kindness you give,

  What consideration is given – how you live,

  Some people think kindness is weakness,

  But underestimate the scale given for which,

  You’ve gotta be mindful of the mindless,

  You’ve gotta make blatant when oblivious,

  You’ve gotta show a better way to interpret,

  Prevent and limit whatever inconvenient mess,

  Things will be taken beyond proportion,

  And the mindless will always make the mindful exhausted,

  Can’t ever afford to get lazy, you’ve gotta take precaution,

  Words will twist and are often contorted,

  People that just don’t think, can’t or won’t,

  Regulations, legislation, popularity passed the vote,

  Consideration of consequences – the mindless surely don’t,

  But closer to home, down the road, the mindful will show,

  You’ve gotta be mindful of the mindless,

  You’ve gotta make blatant to the oblivious,

  You’ve gotta know a better way to interpret,

  Limit and prevent whatever inconvenient mess,

  And things will be taken far beyond proportion,

  Words will all be twisted and contorted,

  So never get lazy always practice precaution,

  Cause the mindless will always make the mindful exhausted.
r />   Think Like You,

  You can’t expect them to think like you,

  If at any time, they ever do,

  You can’t expect them to ever see,

  The same sense you see,

  It’s always a bigger deal than it needs to be,

  You’re always needing your room to breathe,

  Don’t count the blessings of what deed,

  And you could soon be beggar deep in plead,

  You have to be careful and appropriately behave,

  Because many a time will come it’s taken the wrong way,

  And you’ll be full of disdain attempting to explain,

  Forcing through your frustration, to keep you best sane,

  You have to be mindful to think of and for others,

  Especially when an ignorance may still smother,

  Hyper reactive, responsive thought under cover,

  Maintain rationale – being sensible, sensitive to all others,

  Guess, you can’t expect them to all think like you,

  If any a time they ever do,

  You can’t expect them to ever see,

  The same sense you see,

  But you count it blessing when they do,

  It’s a beautiful surprise when they understand you,

  It’s a miracle when you know they do see,

  A similar sense you see,

  Appearing Standard

  I can’t couldn’t ever understand,

  Why appearances were so important,

  Why fake even having standards at all?

  When anothers’ input aint even that important?

  Why does it matter that we should fucking care?

  For their consideration what of it is spared,