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alana faith

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Up until now, my latest attempt to further my career and kill my past lovers
My life was like loving a truck driver
Waiting for calls while he's sleeping at John's
Waking up in aisles of 7-Eleven Slurpee shops
Immersing myself in flavors of blue raspberries and black cherries
That grew in poisonous bunches which populated the sides of the desolate roads in which they drove
We call them Coast Riders of the Californian coast
Though they've never felt the rough waters of the Northern Pacific Sea quite like me
They stay on the pavement, perfectly patient
Riding adjacent to the wind, simply to see where a man-made cocktail
Filled with money and mixed with aspirations to appreciate Mother Nature, takes them
I used to dream of late childhood memories with my mother's ex-lover
My father, who had always been on the go, getting inked while wiping his nose
He felt indifferent to the world of truck drivers
Not because the two of them were too different, just because he never felt free
Within the craft of driving through the abandoned highways on the Californian coast
That were a little too far from home
The further he drove from the trap he called my childhood rose, my home
The fear for increased incarceration of his own insecurities
That he pushed onto his late lovers, me and my brother
He was not a Coast Rider simply because he drove a big truck on an empty highway
To and from work each and every day
He died on the vine towards appreciating true divinity
His violence pushed away his eldest daughter
Who painted violets violently and violet-colored chalk sticks on the pavement
In front of her childhood home, until the pieces snapped
And her fists banged into the sandpaper floor that burned in the summertime
And healed her true aspirations to become seen
When her father returned home to an American family living a seemingly flawless life
With a bruised up baby girl who only wanted to play dolls
With a father who had continuously been on the go
He returned to the toilet sicker than yesterday and more sick tomorrow
Not a stomach bug or a case of car sickness
From the three-hour drive home from downtown Los Angeles
Merely from the absence of abstinence
As his eldest daughter became older she realized
That although she once pictured him as a truck driver
Someone who explored the poppies that grew incessantly
Along the California roadways in springtime
And populated my mother's garden present time
She knew that even if her hands were bruised from inscribing violets onto the walkway
Into his personal hell, inspired by his non-prescription drugs
That he would take to excuse his violent ways
He wouldn't stick around another day not to play dolls
Or see her ascends into the divine feminine
And as she did, she admits to me
That he no longer deserved to be well known to her inner child
As a wild coast rider
The coast riders that I have met along the way
Through my treks up the I-5 freeway this summer
Mention they've never felt more free and simultaneously trapped
Within a cloud of cigarette smoke
While they traveled across the country that we call home
They projected their honesty onto my legacy
And saw my true potential in my poetry
And through my appreciation for their practice of freedom
And their love for mother nature
They took me on a drive along the beach side
But were scared to leave the pavement infested with bees
That pollinated the earth and the trees
Along with the California poppies
So they dropped me off the cliffside
And I swam vulnerably drowning
In their fear to explore something other than the highways
That they drive on cruise control
I thought maybe their life wasn't as simplistic as it seems
Maybe being a coast rider involves enough risk as is
Perhaps the risks of nascence
Loving and then leaving over and over again
And maybe that is the only reason that the little girl
Associated my mother's ex-lover, my father
Into being something like a truck driver
He was always on the go
Getting tatted and wiping his nose
Loving and then leaving like a broken record on repeat
Perhaps it was always me and it was much like a coast rider
Drawing violets violently onto the pavement of my dreams
Maybe I was someone who drives
Who thinks they can fly
And feels as free as the California sky
Kissing the oceanic cliffside at dawn
I don't sleep at John's
I sleep in the gateway to my own reality in Southern California
My mother's poppies and Spanish lavender
Grown safely just to show what true love looks and feels like
And I know being a coast rider isn't all that it seems
I might even be greater than their wildest dreams
For I have reached a nomadic point
In which my music is my poetry
My poetry is my legacy
And I practice divinity through my femininity
And I love the California coasts
The wind in the ocean and the flowers and honeybees
And freshly brewed tea
Mother Nature is my best friend
She means the world to me

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