Written While HighA Poem by LivingDeathThe world of music, high... I was listening to my music after i got completely ripped, and I went places with it.. And with each song, a different place and feeling. It was like I was actually there.
Floating down a small tropical channel
a Chinese river man plays to me, through the Egyptian trials of this sitar thing. -SILENCE- Riding on a wild rhino through African bush I go, zebra's on our tail when I land in a raving bar. -SILENCE- Coasting through Chicago roads through the black abyss, running from the lights of home screaming 18 and life to go. -SILENCE- Through the Canadian trailer parks to jump in raging water, in the kayak I scream down on the beach I blare my skill. -SILENCE- In a London country home three rodents sing to me, fucked on coke and helium through the snow they sing. -SILENCE- Running through the Scottish fields my hand in the cookie jar, the millers daughter standing there laughing while I run. -SILENCE- Beaming down a California boardwalk a 40 in my hand, cali girls hit the bong as we ride off into tomorrow. -SILENCE-
© 2010 LivingDeathAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on June 11, 2010 Last Updated on June 11, 2010 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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