Am I mad now, or is that just how I should be? Deep inside this voice of eternal suffering, filled with inspiration big enough to fill a valley of falling hills, each collapsing onto the other, landing on top of my ‘soulish ego'.
When the ‘juice' hits these lips, so does the vulgar grace inside my mind. My ‘reality' comes crashing down, bloodying my face with kisses of clarity.
It does seem to hurt when too much is good, when art is ‘life' and ‘life' is easily left behind. I could wander out of this place just as I came in - alone.
Or I could wait here for you. I could sit on that corner and hope you will come to pick up my suitcase and lonely face. When we are driving away we can glance at each other, wondering if this is right. But once we are gone together, as we begin to absorb all that is new and uneven on this globe, only then will we know, why we left, as one.
Excellent, moody, romantic, dreamlike state. very well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But once we are gone together, as we begin to absorb all that is new and uneven on this globe, only then will we know, why we left, as one. desire, determination, stepping into the unknown all because of love. thank you for this poem. tony