• "Luka is a genuine artist of high quality whose poetry is powerful and poignant. I salute his prophetic witness!"

    -Dr Cornel West

    POEM OF THE MONTH:

     

    LISTENING

     

    I wanted to live
    so I wore my clothes inside out until death lost the scent

     

    I’ve wanted to rest
    so instead of counting sheep
    I count my battle scars backwards until they amount to nothing

     

    I wanted to be loved
    but without a compass or a map
    just two black skies and one delicate flame

     

    I wanted to be loved
    but my skin smelled of graphite
    from all the poems I haven’t written
    and all the love I pretend I haven’t made

     

    I wanted to die
    but hope hounded me and hunted me down and holds me hostage

    and I thank her

     

    When I wanted to leave
    I just made myself unbearable enough to be deserted
    when I wanted to be wanted
    that’s when I pushed everyone away

     

    I wanted to eat the sun
    be consumed by lightning
    ride in the canyons of creation and learn what it means to be free

    so now

    I do only what I love

     

    I wanted to be a king
    so I met with other kings
    but kings just protect thrones
    and I’d rather be a fisherman
    listening to the wind
    watching the currents
    reading constellations like brail
    hand outstretched to the glimmer
    telling stories to the sails
    half-hoping the fish are smarter than me

     

    I wanted a better face
    so I made love to the moon
    until her.craters.and.my.scars.fit.together

    and we looked like polished granite

     

    I’ve been tormented by fire run aground
    and frozen out
    and all I’ve learned

    is to dress for the occasion

     

    I wanted to love
    but hate paints such a vivid picture sometimes

    I wanted to be me
    so I travelled the world searching for everything that I’m not
    and still finding pieces of me there

     

    I wanted to forget
    but I couldn’t remember which memories were still haunting me
    until they returned

     

    I wanted to die
    but the sky was too big to hold

    so here I am again...

     

    Listening

     

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