“Oh! Atlanta the kaleidoscope of my eternal life. Atlanta! The raging bull in all of my dreams. You are the darkness in the void, the velvet star in the history of my sky.”
Soon I’ll be able to fit all my longing into the shelter of your hands and paint
In the shadow of the Berlin Wall in silence.
I stood there in the cold
Trying to remember smells of all the countries I’ve lived in.
Waiting to catch a glimpse of an open door
To all the homes I’ve never had.
I stood there in the cold
A harsh cold for a Californian evening
I stood there and listened to the wind blanket the void
Inside of me.
Why is it, that I cannot mask this contempt
For everything that I am living
Until those moments
Where the city looks so beautiful
And I feel so beautiful
That all I can do
Is hope that that moment
Is one I will remember.
I stood there in the cold
Deciding whether what I was doing right now
Would make me happy
When I am alone and pieces of me have broken off in my fight for an answer.
I stood there in the cold
And cried,
Because I knew
Despite my fight for an answer
There would be no victory.
Join the night with me.
We can travel far together.
We can grow trees under our armpits in the gardens.
There are stars to discover, love.
I have you to discover,
But still you swell in my heart like an Oasis of Longing,
Glorified by the storms of the sand.
Sometimes I am sure that I am Human.
Sometimes I am sure that I have a heart that still beats.
Sometimes I am even sure that I know what waking up feels like,
But sometimes, I am sure that I know Nothing.
Beaten by your words
He lies still,
clutching the only books he owns-
On The Road.
He reads it in crude light and whispers to himself,
he could walk as far as he wanted
If only he had a pen and paper.
Spilling into his hands are all the words
and all the poems he didn’t finish.
He wonders why he hasn’t been able to exist
without half empty words.
He wonders why he exists
and never finishes poems.
