You give me so much writing
But you are oblivious
We share the trees
We share the shapes
We share the shadows
But you are oblivious
You are kind
But you are hiding

Change of view
Fearless scenery
Mastermind the shade
Clever opportunities
Grow around me to abade
Are my sweetest habits
A name that tells me
Not very much?
A behavior that
Speaks of a lot
Talk talk talk
Avoidance is the walk

Endless late fluttering
Beneath the whispers of birds
I heard the absence of
A romanticized mindset
Neither before or after
You arrived

Guarding the deposit
Trusted in me
Sharing too much of everything
Keeping the pattern of love
It oozes and drips outwardly
As does sap from a tree

Marked by the bee
Spider crawling up my arm
The bamboo rustles to
The beat of the blank canvas
I will soon begin painting
A masterpiece
With a brush
That I’ve constructed
Out of my own hair

© GÄ

Toward the Burn

Burning thoughts
Find you’ve forgotten
Find me ill trodden
A somber ritual
An out of shape catch
Unlikely pair
Can’t call
Even if we knew what to do
Teach me what is best
For this
Settle into the upheaval
Over and again
Afflicted shapes
Raw existence independent
Unlike the sea
An apparent relic
We are younger
Redorent consonance
Unearthly glimpses
Become fragments
Of what might have been
Opening the door for another
What could be
Centuries moving
I picked visitation
Cheerless churnings
Thoughts a burning
Unforgotten though
Down trodden
Acceptance dissipates abyss
Screaming cats
Will pray for rain
Some cry for sullen knowledge
Eliminates the game
The earth is filled
With love
A bird flies through
The flames into above

© GÄ

Secret Flowers

A garden is
Our own idea of heaven
Especially beheld in the
Minutes or the whole thing
Kneeling before you
I hear
This voice
Feeling the phenomenon
Of you
Becoming unseen
Blanking out
Like an
Invisible man
Sneaking secret flowers
From behind but their fragrance
Is an aromatic exposure

Imaging your body
Positioned perfectly
In the shape of a constellation
Ringing the bell
To a passage
Connecting the stars
Like dots

I grabbed a torch
Attaining a bright burning
Running between
What wings of passion
Aspire to
Twisting past the furnace
Of your smile
Immortal eyes
And symmetry
Entirely free
Inheriting the future

Thematic hearts paralleled
And paralyzed
When the curtains open up
Even in
Blindness blinkering
Evocative heartbeats
No longer foreigners
Warming the darkness
Shouting our likeness
Off the edge of a cliff

Too busy to die
The grass is like jazz
In the papyrus of our dance
What a beautiful reed
Playing our song
Drenched in everything
On a blanket
Our legs swinging
Off the edge of the earth

© GÄ

Self Love

Perspectives on being
In love or lack there of

I’ve been quiet
For so long
Feeling an opening
The pleasure riding
High rising

Forming one body
Too high for most of us
A tenacious song
Even in silence
Redemptive landscape
Into clearer air
Disquieting the story
With a
Perfect trust

There will be other days
Words will be heard
Flourishing like rain
Born in the clouds
Find you where it all began
Your downy voice
Your software

Into the center
Of my heart

© GÄ

Sacred Salt

Don’t try to be good at it
Just be here with me
I need to slip into
Some deep sauce
A little lost
In the vibration
Nothing can make us stumble
Almost doing
Everything we wanted
Two by twos on stilts
A few yards away
Holding ancient forevers
At the bottom of summer
The night tools of Dalí
Dowsing next to me
Painted around the
Echos of your ears
You heard my voice
I crumble with mercy
Beneath your witching rod
Detaching the photograph
Of my memory in what could be
My upper breath
My lower left pocket
Carries an illusion
That the possession of anything
Is possible
Even when I find you
Like some drifting
Shape of red
I discovered on the shore
Sitting still in the
Flashing chips of light
Inhaled slowly as salt
Sacred vespers and
Divine pause
Circle the caravan
Of your heart
Around my waist

© GÄ

One Letter

Where do you go
When you go?
Meet me here at 17:00h
Climb through the fence
Underneath the wall if
You want to see
The seeds I’ve planted
For you
It’s lonely in the tunnel
Without you
Did you ever notice
How close the word lonely
Is to lovely?
One letter away

Could we be one
Letter away
From the possibility
Of holding hands
Resting my leg
On top of yours
Some small touch

Do you have a friend
You like a lot
Or perhaps is there
A spot
For someone like me
One letter away
One tiny kaleidoscopic exchange
Maybe a spoon shape
We could lay in

Anywhere, any way

When the mirrors in the
Pond fall apart
And back together again
I think maybe I could be
That friend
For you

One letter away
From lovely

© GÄ

The Next Day

Can tomorrow
Taste like yesterday
So sweet
Hard to believe it’s
Even possible to be
So connected
Conversation coagulation
Slowly flows between
Beautiful beautiful listening
Feel the drag
When we walk in
Different directions
Away from one another
The cord is strong
The tangle tempting
I’ll braid our feelings
Into the ground
Tendrils of emotion
Woven with dried straw
Left over from the sun
Attached to the earth
This moment
Our breath
My touch
Your release

© GÄ

Love Noise

I’m no self appointed
Angel of death
But I am dangerous
To you
My love is questionably
Eternities of dreamlike love
Stand before you
Graciously transported
Residing in a tone of voice
That resonates your walls
Drenched in the theater
Of your mind
Untrammeled with
Shimmering tendencies
Revealing my deepest sincerities
Encouraging supreme surrenders
A ship in your hearts sea
An embarkation of wishes
Largely breaking the medium
Sights of small things
Shattering all the
Trinkets of the almost utmost
Sentiments subjective to
The unknown
Beckon you
Beyond reality
Each talking bubble
Every love thought
Crystallized in
Cosmic graphics
Even the stars have followed
A launchway for
Sandwiches and blankets
In the grass
Tumbling around
Your foot is slipping
Into my unfailing love
An unerring noise
That rattles the core

© GÄ

Your Finger

I have an aching
That you fulfill
It’s a complicated case
Of finding love in a
Fun house mirror
Impervious appeal
A solid space
Scaffolding we build
Chuck the
Rickety steps aside
Foundations of
Tiers unlike tears
With a lovely
Darkness inviting
Balance on a beam of
Feedback sliding
Can I call you
My love huntsman
As I watch the
Eclipse of your eyes
Thou artful smiles
Thy spherical disguise
In a
Punch pink
Bubblegum rouge
I part the fringe
Of your youth
And all our innocence
Lands on top of
Here where I have learned
Of certain things
Especially that I
Am an expert on
What is good
And nostalgia is
Our food

What if instead of just reading
You actually wrote
On my skin
Like a tattoo
With your finger
Or your heart
Or just a pen

© GÄ

Lemon Tree

I refuse to believe
That your night song
Is not with me

Multifaceted nature
Endlessly ever promising
To strike our
Unconditional wish match
Into a yellow flame made with
Salty flint
Eternal fool
For love

Whatever is this
Lust for lucky

Blanket of stars
Above the furies
Beat the heart
With savory sparks
Lego construction
Piece by piece
Each one rather

Build me up
We contrive what we
Decide to collect lemons
For from each our trees
What will we make of these
In our grove

A delicious tonic

© GÄ