Keep to the road

pepsi cap jingles on linoleum floor as it falls from a glass bottle in the afternoon cyber cafe,

I can feel how wonderous life is

from the rusty glass sunny windows and autumn breeze over the computer screens,

raspberry plastic juice bag and crunchy rice chocolate

to keep my belly full on a morning of wind and reality,

always on the move but I sit still here, embracing how life moves by,

at times it´s too slow

to even feel,

so I hope to keep to the road…

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To Know

toss and turn,

go the nights

in the waiting room

for life.

desperate

for new faces,

to climb mountains,

to leave.

I live on the edge

of “almost”

and danger,

all sense lost.

I live in a spiral

of delusions and dreams,

illusions and love,

hope and dread.

my soul will not

stop churning

until we set sail

and know.

Just to know–

how the streets will make me feel,

where his love will make me want to be,

why I gave up every bit of

reality

to know the worth of my small dream

‘Don’t fear the reaper’ I need to be free!

I will smile, and be free.

Free of death–

Which will come when it is ready.

I have broken through

lifelong years of worry

small, indoors it kept me,

away from the sun,

from God,

from electric love,

from tasting free air,

from truly breathing in

music and the night.

I will fly on the wind and jump from cliffs,

like rain, 

unhaunted by humanly affliction.

Come down with me–

down to our South,

Heaven amidst wild land,

Bolivia is calling,

Santiago is yelling,

Lima is yearning,

Buenos Aires is throbbing

with my heartbeat

coursing through the land,

I will be there soon…

Deeper into the night

Home—an oasis

Unsure whether it’s where I started

or where I’m meant to end up;

if it’s warm during the winter,

or if it’s in my mother’s arms.

I am in the middle–

of the start and end,

my dreams and past,

his promises and her tears,

my two homes,

my doubts of each.

Soon I will be heading out,

for now I stay around this town

and hope and save and cry,

around the corner, the ride of my life.

as night grows deeper 

I begin to cry,

the sky darkens and I am more alone,

with the hum of the refridgerator

and nothing more.