Ballooning

I don’t know how much more
There is left to disregard
How much can a person
Take of insensitivity?

Yellow blanket
Run for cover
Hiding under the
Detestation of stress
Embrace the nothingness
Feel yourself exploding

Nobody to see you
No one to wonder where you are
Where are you really

The weight of the stars
The headache of no sleep
You’re losing yourself
I’m confortable in
The middle of nowhere

Grass at the back of your head
Whatever matters today
Matters less tomorrow
Who’s awake
Who’s sleeping

© GÄ

Brontide

Bamboozled me into believing
Something else was true love
My success is her demise
Even if she walks like a ghost
In the background of my life
She is ingrained in the fabric
Of my watery living past
Left to haunt me like an apparition
That only he who remembers
Or chooses not to forget by
Looking back through images
Like a video in his mind
And pictures of a vibrating history
Shaking the walls of his soul
Is left desultory to want to believe
Real care existed or did it just live
In the past not consistent anymore
Or forever a stratagem to
Love without measure
This was always his hope

© GÄ

Hyaline

In a transparent plastic free
Earth like experience he
Let go of all the other crap
That was holding him back
But in wild wonder still had
Enough left in him to be
Graceful with even the
People that didn’t want
To care or know how he was
Is it because when we let go
We give up our best selves
In a permission thrown
Over the fire all the words
That we need to take flight
Even without a response
It seems impossible to
Request that if any person
Should want to smile back
Share the existence
Or same sentiment
Of what he recognized
In the gorgeousness of the past
Where it belongs
Where it can be left
Where it also lives on

© GÄ

Oiseaux

Multifariously desisting
Licking his wounds he
Rips the facade out of his eyes
Dances on the table
Stumbling off into the
Unexpected arms of
A welcoming and loving
Ground that only wants
To be a cold comfort
Rather not scream
Out loud getting
Ourselves into more
Trouble but wouldn’t
It be satisfactory to
Hear some delicious
Calls from the wild
Beckoning out of the dark
Hollow to love us
Without haunting us
In such a way that
A payback has yet to
Return knocking at the
Soles of our bones
Rattling the towers
Where all the bells hung
He tucked himself
Low enough to holler out
Unnoticed but sang
Instead to the pigeons
Ah to be wanted
By something
Even if it were
Only birds

© GÄ

Undercurrent

How can we not feel as
Amazing to ourselves as
We are to others
Computer dashboard
As the stress settles in
Why do we have to do
Another thing to make up for
The thing we didn’t do right
In our minds?
A lot of commotion everyone
Waits for their turn
One more performance
To complete their task
A job that will say
They have passed
But for what…
We’re still not sure
And the people who
Know how to run things
Are all scattered about
I was trying to find
One more time
Or opportunity or person or…
Somehow not getting it
Exactly right brought out
The shame and then of course
Don’t get too close
I realized I had done
Just enough to
Accomplish what needed
To be done in my
Fever dream
Is it better yet?

© GÄ

Procrastination

Les vernissages
There is a pleading
An asking to understand
What were we thinking?
When would it be
Important enough
To show a greater interest
Maybe an emphasis
For the actual person standing
In front of you not the past
Or the people that you
Made a way for to pledge
Does procrastination give
More than a permission
A perfect right to be
Almost available
One foot out the door
Master at the quark
Unpredictable looks
Irrelevant now
Extreme expressions
All the particles that
Lead to the fress
A buffet of broken
Possibilities

© GÄ

Pierre

Imperturbable gloaming
Hanging over our eyes in
Dim paradise constantly
Looking back at visions of you
Is it that complicated or
Perhaps it’s simpler than that?

We cannot compare human
Love to that of the gods and
Yet I feel my heart stomping
When I think of meshing the
In between

Have I caught you
In a dream from my past
Recompense to find you
Finally at last in my garden
On the shoulders of guidance
Or sitting in this chair I
May have deceived myself
Into believing what matters
Is simply the backside of what
We thought counted for something

In the underneath all the
Rubble all the manufactured
Nothing piles of stuff is a
Gateway to behold a connection
To incline and follow corridors into
Like the chambers of the heart
A more intelligent way to
Propose existence as the
Vehicle for connection lives
In the congregating of tea
And communication connected
In touch not by way of money

Finance breathes
Only as a means to get there
To receive your motions to
Love in that manner or direction
Which frees us from the decree of
Needing financial retributive
Functionalities in the breast of
Complete love held by the
Sanctity of knowing is the
Reassurance to be heard and
Somehow comforted by an
Ancient vision that is tangible

What can be found and seen presently
Without questionable being in you
There then a rug on the floor
Buildings still standing small made
Of Abu Dhabi and curls over your eyes
In a draping tapestry of possibilities
A fortified palace of stone
Eight thousand and five hundred years old
Or more to explore the distance between
Here, there, then and now spirituel

© GÄ

Farmboy

Gregariously I wait for you
To sign my record as you did
For so many others
In the background hanging
Ever so patiently
In the company I keep
Like an ink stain on my heart
With innumerable chills and still
I stand singularly
Haunting the background to see
If time will find you for me
Transforming my greed
For your touch into gratitude
I am blushing to view you
In action and if I never
Get a signature well then
It’s not the end of the world
But I could feel closer to
The source that is speaking
To you and through you
Is it now or later who knows
I would wait here for days
Counting my eggs
Incubating for them to hatch
Like growing up on a farm
Lazy days roll by
Time is irrelevant
One by one counting
Just for you a farmboy
Love starved not only
For touch but also music
The tune of wheat rustling
Against itself and the
Occasional moo of a cow
Water from the creek
So I lay back rest in the laurels
To uncover what may come

© GÄ

Wend

Celeritous in any way just
Loving you in her own way
Are any of us loved completely
Demiurge creators of the flesh
Probably loved us in the molding of
What we will become but not
Promising what will be there to
Love us or in the way that we need
Protecting the vulnerable
But who will love us completely
Not just on their terms but
In the way we need to be held
Understand understood
I can here the sound of a music
I once loved calling to me from
The treetops bouncing off the
Walls ricochet out into the
Streets a reason to play
Baby crow caws in the morning
Black cat walks across the street
New beginnings and the chance
To meet someone to love us
Completely as we send about

© GÄ

Elevator

Imbrication on the pathway
We climbed into the elevator
Before the door completely shut
We were travelling down
Softly in a glided car
No fear for falling out but
Not sure where we were going
We landed at the bottom
Where the carriage shifted out
And started traveling
Down the streets as both of us
Jumped out we found our way
Back to the top of the hill
Also to an abandoned
Phone line where to warn the owners
There would be some disrepair
When they returned to their
Building and in proclamation
We called the fire department
They should know too that
There’s a runaway elevator box
The greater the work
The more terrible the storms
What bright opposition
Under the nose of fortune
Breathing in these
Unpredictable winds

© GÄ