Not Everyone

Many moons ago
My grandmother had said
Not everyone is
Going to be your friend
Why don’t they like me
I’ve wondered to myself

Time and time and time again

You’re just too nice
I’ve heard some say
So I can’t stand you
Go away!

No matter where you go
No matter where you tread
You will always find a foe
Who will wish that you were dead

You don’t have to say or do
Anything to cause this truth
It exists solely with or without you

People will be jealous
People will be hateful
People will accuse you
Of many things
And act distasteful
You can be true to who you are
You can shine your brightest light
You can come at them with love
And they will hate you
Just for spite
There is nothing you can do
To convince them to love you
There are no words you can write
To open up their hearts and eyes

No matter where you go
No matter where you tread
You will always find a foe
Who will wish that you were dead
Many moons ago
It was my grandmother who said
Not everyone is
Going to be your friend

© GÄ

Underscore

Did you see the light before
Feasting on favorite hemispheres
Like warm baked challah
Twisted in the arch of
The mouth of your sky

I could be someone
Who has loved you
All your life

Mirrors reflect
The imagination of my heart
Like a flashing negative
Back and forth in the headlights
Travelling deer tracks
Unfurled with good ideas
Drifting light
Like the snow
Resting, melting
Slowly before heartbreak

No hocus pocus
Just hooves of
Indefinite wander

I could be someone
Who has loved you
All your life

© GÄ

Wild Tomorrow’s

Oh what glorious fun
To be overjoyed
Focus can only be
In one place
Waking up to
The next day
Standing in the same space
Same body
Same feet
Perhaps just a renewed person
Sharper than a sword
Gutting the heart
Filling it back up
Flower boxes
Hanging round the edges
Lots of thorns
For protection
One day feels like two
Yesterday was only
Moments ago
I urge thee to please
Your truest self
Echoed out into
The mercy of wild tomorrow’s
Golden avenues of
Lengthened sweetness
Even if you’re found too likable
To love

© GÄ

Nine-thirty

Everywhere I turn
Nothing to do
Keep busy with work
Where to find the fun
In a pandemic we
Must be creative
Listening to records
At home
Calling friends as
The sun goes down
Tomorrow comes back
Like yesterday
And fun is done in
The moment you create it
However you make it
Alone or in
The arms of someone
The air is still
Stagnant almost
Perfectly perfect
Nothing to stand in the way
Of what life is perpetuating
In a very unexhilarating way
The clock chimes
Nine thirty

© GÄ

Abash

I don’t want to be marked
As your victim
I don’t want to perpetuate
Your misery
Your jealousy has no
Consideration from me here
Your desire to make me
Feel unwhole is clear
Unwelcomed be it so
I will need to take inventory
On what I announce
I will have to be careful
Of power, and oh
There should always
Be space
To express one’s true feelings
Spoken directly
I am not your victim
I am not your trash
I am not someone
For you to abash

© GÄ

For Two

Sluiced up against the
Shore of my emotions
Craving wild nights
With you next to every ocean
Going nowhere fast
In the same space
Stationary ecstasy
Breakthrough
I cast my love to you
A gypsy on the edge
Traveling in your
Sexy caravan
For two

© GÄ

Vampire Kiss

Moon dark
Black things
Between the shadows
Steps swing into
The murk beneath
Blood red lushness
Ominously staggering
Into the fog
Perish under it
A heavy kiss that
Won’t release you
Joy and sorrow
Pain tomorrow
Light rays will burn
Smiling shamelessly
The darkness spills
Into new beginnings
With sharper teeth
An ageless fright
Forever is the night
From just one bite
No longer daylight
No protection
Just a fresh start
To your newly beating heart
To quench the thirst
Of this rebirth
A different kind of love
That roams the night
On blue black lawn
Before the dawn

© GÄ

Tangled Loosely

As the cold air seeps into me
He warms this outer flesh
To reflect an openness within me

Tangled loosely between the sheets
That wax us down
Wax, ahh how I love records
Shhhh, soft without a sound

As gentle words slip slowly
Formed on his tongue
Unto my neck and then
My lips when he is done

I watch his lashes
Comb the fore frame of his eyes
They brush against me gently
As he stirs the butterflies

Our centers rest against each other
One pressed into the other

As each early moment
Takes in each late thought
Drowning in this comfort
I am gathered
I am caught

As his hands fold over mine
In this endeavor
In everything you are
Or want to be
Surrender

© GÄ

Orlando

A priestess nest
Tightly woven
Sexless
And pendant
One and the same
My fortune
Is your tempest
Let impudence
Rain on since
Courageless soil
Pour it cannot
An empty birth

By that edifice
We shall rise
Accustomed to our
Sacred sense
Of separateness
And transmigration
Linked from
The opposite ends
To the beginnings
This is my reverence
My supple being

In one finds it not
Pasturable
Sadly mistaken
His eyes would
Open to the light
Of our betrothed
And beckon not
A branch so
Intertwined
In sanctuary mind

Mine alone is delicate
Forlorn is my beset
And yet my heart is yours
With tenderness
I will comfort this
That breaches every distance
What mankind has severed
And bestowed

© GÄ

Falls the Notes

I’ll write a sacred song for you
I’ll hum a reverent tune
Make music from my heart for you
Sing as the crocus bloom
My mind is awfully occupied
Of dreaming about you
A phenomena that even I
Cannot seem to unscrew
This is a lifelong passion longing
A chain reaction to be told
To all the thoughts
I’ve written down
To sing the lyrics of age old
To finally find your listening ears
And serenade you with the sounds
That hold you close to me for once
To sing the words in lyric rounds
That make you feel secure
To chip away the outer bark
That must protect you from the brutes
To soothe the heaviness of life
To sing a psalm I wrote for you
A tune that you can always carry
Throughout time where’er you roam
Where’er your boots may climb about
Where’er you’re walking into town
I’ll write a sacred song for you
To remember in your heart
Let your voice box tremble sweetly
Let the leaves that rustle play
In the trees the branch wood instrumental
Clicking drums the pace
Sit beside me on this bench
Rest your head in open lap
Let me comb my fingers round your crown
O’er your head so nicely found
Falls the notes
Of true loves magic
Falls the notes
Of dreamy sounds
Falls the miracle
Of music in a divinating sound

© GÄ