High Byrd

a truck ended up hitting the front end of a car. No, another truck. And with that it was empty, carrying nothing at all on its back. The sweet, silent type…haha.
The world spins madly around us, it turns as if we are nothing.
we are insignificant
just like all the other planets that rotate around the sun. Or is it the sun whom is rotating about us?
good questions, save them for a later day.

summer of love, i see the candles still burning
the wind is gentle, soft and kisses us swiftly.
but then off in the distance what do they hear?
a horn too loud and echoes to not gain fear – -
here they were! They were coming for us!

the smaller truck gets away, with its life intact
barely.
what is it here that we see?
The banging comes clearer and nearer
where to go?
you see it behind you
nowhere to run, blocked on either side

bandage me up from this corrupted society of ours
we are given all these rules – as if they were meant to be broken
so we brake them.
this high, it’s too much
come down, climb down this flimsy ladder with the rest of humanity.
and then slowly the clouds drift out of my eyesight and I hear myself engage in lonesome.
I smell something
a stank, and then these voices come in through my ears and out of my mind
all these colours so vibrant and touchable
Ah, i imagine your smooth touch on my skin
your body parts all over my own.
this sensual feeling – it is too much!

Noah, I feel you all over me, inside of me
I like it, i want it, i need it.
i need you baby.
this feeling you give me, the feeling i know i give you.
nothing else matters, time doesn’t exist neither do things suchas hate when i’m around you.
this will last forever, this feeling, this highhhhhhhh
my life will continue down this free path and you shall follow
or shall I follow you?

Published in: on September 29, 2008 at 10:33 am Leave a Comment
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Finding Each Other

for some reason a strange utopia calls to me but i cannot hear it because my ears are filled up to the rim with gumdrops and marshmellows.

there is a slug crawling through my veins tantalizing my nerves and feeding off my flesh but i seem not to want to pull it off.

dances off in the distance to tribal drumbs shake my limbs and shatter my bondes but still i do not follow to where my heart wants to be.

restraints pull at my soul and try to hurl me into this begotten past of luxury and pure adventure of the body, where i don’t want to be.

a razor is held to my skin and it is held by my hand as i watch the blood drip, the same substance i should be saving up for you and your hand.

but we find ourselves to weird to fully give to each other, we are too different from the rest of them – who are they anyway?

a hand is caressing my throat now, one that i know shouldn’t be but for some reason my muscle become immobile as my mind screams for help!

help! Help? is there such thing anymore?

yes, yes there is.

It is lost in this world, in your eyes and in my heart. so dig on and find it, dig and burrow through to the depths of all of this dysfunction.

my hand slips in between my legs, a place where it should not go as i was taught in church but thinking of you i can’t help it.

your hands should be between me

your hands should be restraining me

your fingers should hold that razor that bleeds me

your skin should caress mine.

your soul should find mind.

mine should find yours.

this will find each other.

Published in: on September 16, 2008 at 8:23 pm Comments (1)
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