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924 · Jun 2010
blue flags
Kiddo Jun 2010
i'm your soul mate, you know it and remain in silence.
we’re making the same steps, in the same rhythm, you know
you and i, we had the same evolution,
we asked the same questions, we came to the same solution

if you are who you are, than I can make it, than i will be who i am,
currently i'm leaking, love seeking.
we know so much, without saying it,
you know what i mean, but you have to admit
that you don't trust this, that i can look behind your mask,
so i ask, is this too colorful in all this grey?

or maybe i'm two steps ahead
i will step them back, for you i'll take the loss

stupid, pathetic words, i hate them myself
i talk so much stuff, i'm like dust on a shelf
you are so much smarter than me anyway
now don't look away!

but i studied the science of love.

i dealt with it since thousands of years
i observed and i took down how i suffered in tears
now i know something and i see you don't have a clue
i can see my own kind, i see us all in blue

we walk like figures from picasso's most empathic time
we can fly and dream and we don't talk, we mime
we suffer like dogs, day by day, year by year
we cook our blood and swim in it, without any fear

but we cant manage to work as a community
because in all this chaos we are much rather free.
our wish of shared identity
is killed by the beauty we can't see

so much space and so much that we fill with pain
i know you and you know me, my love, i am
addicted too your touch, without any shame
i could yell it out loud, i wish you would do the same

than suddenly we wouldn't be, maybe like the blue
and i bet, they'd give us better names, like the new
don't you think, it would be easier to be free.
now we are the reds for everyone to see

there, where people kiss without thinking about tomorrow
and we only wave the blue on flags without feeling sorrow.
642 · Jul 2011
moment in time
Kiddo Jul 2011
the day begins at the middle of the night.
i am not paying attention to the clock.
i am the one who takes the ticking,
the pulsing underneath every part of this moment.
i am listening and i am not listening,
because its something i am feeling all over.

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