Its almost like thread
this
me and you
weaving
Im strolling
down a park
and I come across my thoughts laying down retreating on the side walk
I see the trees, and they are all so green and brown
and there you are
behind every tree
and every single thought

bent, these people
these thoughts are holding their knees together
and each ones strays and blushes to the other
and then ignore each other
as if they dont belong to the same mind
they run around and hold hanfds
and then they run away from each other

like thinking a thousand times of the letters that make up your name
and a thousand times of the skin that makes your body
and a thousand times of trying to forget what they both do to me

my thoughts run around like infants
with no mothers
and no understanding
completely barbaric and sad

I need you to come down to me
to have my restlessness come to death
and I need you to never look in my direction again
it wounds me
and I simply cant live without you

beckon to me with quivering lips
as I stare into the sun of all my innumberable objects
that swam in the days in where
our skin would touch

and i laughed
and sighed
and told you that I think
your the moon thats cradles my bed

life in junction
life in motion
under my little feet
Im hungover
and i sing out loud all the songs that you
hate to hear

maybe you are not for me
nor I you
and Im just too much
Im breaking your basket with all my eggs
and my childhood is incomprehensible
and who I must be
clings to you shirt

and I am detached from your mind
I see you as I as my coffee in the morning
twice a year
and Im followed by herds of
paper , and no paper

simmer me down from this restless place
that isnt so restless
where i can turn off all these machines
so that I am detached from this
society
I despise so much

lay me out naked on a tree
but only by myself
and only with you
or you

I have found a new passage way
and I find my remarkable exsistence
pulled up higher
by means of these new words I utter
from pure distraction
this is my distraction
from all this cruelty

The terrible influence of all sorts
and the best part is
the worst has yet to come out of me
I trail on forbidden staircases
where at the top

at the top lies my unconscious loved ones
bare with me as I apologize to them
for keeping them in
for keeping them so tight in soft silk

now I sulk
in them
and I exchange intimate touches
press my fingers so lightly
on the animal hidden so deep inside of me

and I finally let you go
when love is barren
and thoughts escape
and my words are narrow
and I cant write about the one who I have given my heart to

my heart is in my chest
isolated, my heart lies within my heart
do you understand
spiritual within flesh
within blood
hidden away
with the worst part of me

my suppression finds its weak moments
but I have seen their faces
when they simply let words caress off their tongues
(I don't feel alive anymore)

- don't give me reason to believe so

I know hope is lost
nourishing me under all the sheets I sleep on
when nothing cradles me in my sleep
but oh the ground lifts me
the ground
(lifts me)

I am dark
but have faith in me
when my mind speaks all the tales
of what goes on within the walls of berlin
inside of me
and I hide in domestic places
cluttered by people and music
I loose myself
I find myself when I'm alone
with your voice playing in the air
around me
and then touching me
swimming on the floor
my back is rubbing against the rough
carpet
and it feels so good
when Im entangled in my own arms
why do you come to me sometimes
other mind of mine
and tempt to your fellow play things
when I do so well
on my own without you

I almost lost myself within myself
or perhaps I have
life where shall you drag me upon your silk path
I am wondering in your pain
and not satisfied with your happiness
unless its in your sun
or in your sky
but night comes
and clouds cover
and where am I left
with no human
with no heart beat
with no emotion

alone I wonder
like a drop on a stormy night
I fall to the ground
and I am forgotten

I evaporate
or I fall into the dirt
that blends in with more of itself
with more of my loneliness

how incomplete I must be
when I look into eyes
and feel the pain of my own
and I forget about everyone else

in worlds
in where only I live
conquer me for I cannot conquer myself

always keep the lights down
on the sleepless nights where shiver takes over
and then melting becomes a priority
breathing vastly
into open and empty space
I have so much room to move
in my restricted composure
I curl in ways I want

I move through air in simple positions
and I am alone
I drift
harshly into misty regions
where the cold dew falls onto my hair
then slowly down my back
and then I drown
in an ocean of delivery

simply subdued by the character of so many voices
-and the so many voices of this one character

Im plunging deep within unknown objects of fragile nature
I manage to weep
every so often
on days where Im surrounded by too much noise
broken I delight
in sharing my broken thoughts with
you
I press hard against my temple
into the sense where sometimes
a ****** speaks
bound by the lips of a woman dressed in red
the seducer
the destroyer