( Intruding note from GG: podcasts added.)
(Edit from Zabira Silver: Thanks GG!)
Both Slams... have fun :) Please listen to the podcasts. They're meant to be read aloud.
If you've ever been perched on the cusp of a hill, serene and standing against the wind's will, if you have seen the rising sun, you know exactly how I feel.
Strings and interconnections clipped, I find myself preparing to slip down the hidden tides that I hadn't forgotten, long nights awake when my heart was rotten, when I first wrote of our hands intertwined, I was hooked; you had me at every bass line.
And I swear to you, I'll let you go, let you sink down and let you flow where you please, let you skin your own knees, embark on your own unique quest for release. I'm fine alone, I have my peace.
I can sing and scream and sound, pieces of thoughts always flying around, slamming their fists on the walls of my mouth, so without a shout I let them out, pour them fresh on the city streets, splashing the sidewalk under our feet. Soon you'll find the tigers purring, the speakers whirring and birds blurring the tips of the sky with wings upon wings of every color you can find, tangible or in the mind.
I wish I could bring that with me, wish I could be exactly what I want to be, but dreams are far and fast to touch, and my running shoes aren't much.
But still, how can I explain this feeling of being alright again? It's as if my brain has burst the chains after feigning the pain and mainly draining the train of thought every time I thought of you... But now, I've got a reign on the strain and slain the vein that drove me insane... so here I remain, listening to the rain, knowing that I'll see you again.
And the second one:
I am nothing but a speck.
Nothing but a specky speck
On a piece of debris in a bubble of air;
we call this earth.
And we feel our worth
out-seduces our body
I'm nothing but a fraction of a grain in glass.
Sitting her waiting, always reiterating
how I wish I was free...
How I wish I could hold the air around me and
make it my own...
Despair has a way of taking you down.
How I wish
I could cradle the
The trees I see
growing in your bright eyes...
This gravity I want to defy
and everything in between -
All I'm saying is if a spleen
can cradle a heaven and earth...
Why can't I?