American Refugee
Head feels like a ton of bricks,
trying to retrace my misstepped steps…
Where have I awoken?
What country am I in?
Who was that girl last night?
Why did I choose to go through it again?
When will I finally say enough is enough?
Enough is enough.
Why does the poison feel so good?
I love everything that hates me,
alcohol and cigarettes,
promiscuous girls date me,
but only for a night…
A night was had,
dancing music,
flirting new friends,
we were all in it together,
a glorious moment,
with people from all over the world,
we were on top of the world,
surfing on a rocket,
on Cloud Nine with some fine felines,
bumping beats with a pocket full of sunshine,
flashy lights and flashy ladies,
drinks on me,
literally,
drinks on me,
I felt like we all felt,
so together,
so how’d I end up,
so all alone,
nursing a hangover,
with poached eggs and mochaccinos,
served by a surprisingly cute waitress,
at a cafe somewhere in New Zealand…
Head feels like a ton of bricks,
trying to retrace my steps…
I came here,
to this country,
to escape Hollywood,
where I was trapped in it’s trapping trappings,
trapped in it’s clubs,
trapped in it’s women,
trapped in it’s drugs,
trapped in it’s cliches,
so why is it,
I found myself,
on the other side of the world,
at club with some women on drugs trapped in this same cliche?
Same ****t,
different country,
I guess you can take the boy outta Hollywood,
but you can’t take the Hollywood outta the boy…
I am the world’s first American Refugee,
except I didn’t come on a boat,
in ragged clothes clinging to my body,
and ragged hopes clinging to my psyche,
I came,
on an airplane,
in a first class seat,
dining on the offerings of a corporate worldwide empire,
but it is not the means of movement,
it is the intention behind the actions that matters,
and I came,
with the intention to create a healthier life,
a cleaner life,
a better future for myself and all those I love.
I am an American Refugee,
I am an American Refugee,
fleeing the subconscious oppressions of my country,
fleeing the persecution of all things I held holy and sacred,
I am tired of witnessing the spiritual ****** of my falling comrades,
I am a American Refugee,
more specifically,
a Hollywood Refugee,
fleeing the bright lights and large egos,
searching for solace and refuge,
amongst the towering rainforest trees of New Zealand,
I fled the toxic water the toxic air and the toxic people,
to drink fresh water breathe clean are and befriend friendly people,
so why,
why,
why would I subject myself,
to the same oppressions that I’ve attempted to flee from?
Justin Bieber echoed across the dance floor,
“Is it to late to say I’m sorry now?
Yeah I know that I let you down,
is it too late to say I’m sorry now?”
“I’m sorry.”,
“Sorry.”,
“Sorry.”,
“Yeah I know that I let you down,
is it too late to say I’m sorry now?”,
and as cheesy and cliche as it sounds,
I get the chills because I knew exactly what he was saying,
and I wondered if anyone else in that club was an American Refugee,
I wondered if anyone else in that club knew what Justin Bieber was saying,
or if they were just dancing because of the beat,
and they were just singing along because that’s what they think they’re supposed to do,
because most people have to be told what’s cool,
then force fed that coolness until they have too many pairs of shoes,
no amount of shoes will ever bring you real happiness,
and I honestly apologize,
we Hollywoodians were put in a position to lead the free world,
and everyone listened to us,
you all listened to us,
you gave us your ears and your hearts,
your souls and your minds,
and all we gave you were improbable dreams,
and glorious visions,
of an unsustainable lifestyle that you go broke trying to duplicate,
when will you realize you can chase,
but you can never catch something that doesn’t really exist?
And I’m sorry,
but I give up,
I’m done,
because,
“Yeah I know once more I’ve let you down,
is it too late to say I’m sorry now?”.
I’m sick and tired so I’m retiring,
I’m retreating to build a retreat,
somewhere in New Zealand,
where I can be free again,
and I’ve finally made it here,
but it seems mentally I’m not prepared,
because I’m still going to clubs with a bunch of girls,
then getting used up foolishly because I foolishly thought they cared,
who cares?
I don’t want the weight of the world on my shoulders anymore,
I don’t need all eyes on me,
I just want to get rid of all my wants,
so that I can finally be freed and have all that I need,
you must get rid of your wants,
so you can do what you like,
and I do feel a little bit relieved to finally be in New Zealand,
but honestly the weight of the world is still on my shoulders,
I still can’t shake this feeling,
that I’m just going through the routine,
as I write these words on this laptop,
and fuel my words with free range eggs and caffeine,
up on this mountain all alone,
even though I’m at a crowded cafe,
and it feels like sunrise,
even though it’s already mid-day,
my head feels like a ton of bricks,
trying to retrace my misstepped steps…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
author of
The Poetry Trilogy
The Holy Trilogy
The HH Trilogy
