Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Noah

Noah

I made a habit of investing in my instincts

Cause brains tend to get frozen

And hearts they just skip beats

So when walls started to close in

Turning nature into rocks clocks and building blocks

I listened as they screamed their best idea

Run

So I wore holes in my shoes and scorched the soul

Leaving black spots all over highways

Streaking past turning scenery into flip books

Rapidly turning out movies of my past

Finally

I could take no more memories

So I sold my life to a man who was in need of one

He gave me a pair of wings

And told me they were valuable

He paid friendship for them

Apparently the sky is a lonely place

And freedom just don’t pay in comfort anymore

But that’s fine with me

Cause comfort just isn’t what I need right now

I need perspective

So Ill let the endless expanse cleanse my soul

It got a little muddy in the mess
So I hang here 1000 feet up

Cruising through cotton candy clouds and everlasting skies

Trying to find a place where hope spins the other way around

Listening to the wind blow prayers up past my ears

Listening as Jesus turns to silence

Leaving me with one more piece of advice

Go chase your answers

Cause I gave you all of mine

And then he left

Leaving me hanging arms spread wide letting curls of hopes carry me far away

Keeping my eyes closed shut

Avoiding my reflection so it doesn’t remind me

That I am just not the boy I used to be

I need to find a place to burry my name

I am just not the man it was meant for

I am planning on hiding it within the shores of Lake Saint Claire

Letting the current burst past

Wrapping it up in weeds

And bringing forth the lady hidden within

She is built from the lake floor

With old skipping rocks for eyes and fishing line hair hooks dangling about shoulder length swaying along to the beat of my heart

She reached out her hand to take control

Smiling with a broken bottle grin

Silently standing letting the currents strip away her muddy skin

She leaned forward

Placing her hands on my chest

I told her please take these shards

Take this name

I am not the man it was meant for

And she reached up and pressed her hand against my face

And she whispered a new name

Letting her hands dance as they pulled out sutures

Stitching that was once used to sew up gaping holes

But I couldn’t let go yet

So I said

My name is Noah

Not like Noah’s ark

Because I didn’t pair up animals I paired up hearts

Adding two and two together and letting them drift apart

Silently watching love fall some were in between

Showering down on a girl whose life was a movie screen

Her real one was just too vivid for anyone to claim

She was the type of girl who wore sweat bands as bandages

Covering up wounds on her wrist that are now just paintings

Portraying a story were an ending was necessary

She was my teacher

My professor

My drill Sergeant

She was the one that taught me how to live life

To throw flowers up into the sky and let them stick to stars

To capture rays of light and release them in my smile

To create happiness from storm clouds

Folding them tightly

And hanging them up in my room

So that lightning becomes my strobe lights

And thunder my techno

But most importantly

She taught me to keep the world in a paper cup

Telling me to sip from it when I could

Cause life is too harsh to take in a gulp

You need to take it

In moments

In seconds

Allowing each of them to overpower

Letting secrets to seep from pours

only to be carried away by a stream of memories

-Both of us were canvases using our nails to scratch down titles

Tearing holes in our souls and letting personality stream through

Reading off our names in neon

So blinding that only we could read them

And as we parted

I told her

My name is Noah

Not like Noah’s ark

Cause I have collected my dreams

And I am captaining them away from here

I Hope that a heart is not necessary to get me were I am going

Cause I am leaving it behind

My name is noah

Not like Noah’s ark because I didn’t survive the flood

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