Fall Down

Not so much a sycophant
Not to be rude or confused
With cretinous disregard
A little bit of a sword of truth
One that will surely cut you
Even if to fondly bring you
Deep under wing in the guise
Of future nurturing but still
Maybe not when the gavel
Strikes and the air of night
Leaves you contemplatively
Alone in the darkness and
Momentary shutouts you
Could say, you could feel
You, might want to appeal
The ruling of the supreme feeling
Meant for bettering other
Beings has somehow
Left you out but still
Under the guise of the
Wing of the future
Doorbell ringing when the
Knock at the door comes
And your heart is sore from
Not knowing if there was
Ever enough room
Money was not the object
Gifts were not the object
Minutes were also freely given
Lest more room to become
Taken would surely disrupt
The mountain and we all fall down

© GÄ

The Blanks

I don’t want to just
Fill in the blanks
Swimming around
In a bowl like a
Goldfish only
Being fed to keep
The blanks full
I feel worthless
When I just
Fill in the blanks
For you because
Our friendship
Was built on much
More than that
Sometimes we end up
In different camps
Sometimes the tent
Can collapse
But the music
Makes for such
Good memories
An escort to a
Better life and the
World opens up a
Whole new chapter
One that only offers
Part time positions
Like filling in the blanks
My heart is racing
For the space that
Offers full access
To the friendship
We once had

© GÄ

White Panther

Can’t matter that much
If the blood of Kings
Runs through your veins
When you’re left with
Nothing but sunglasses
On a piece of cardboard
That you can sell on the beach
To put dinner on the table
Later tonight
I closed my eyes and saw
A white panther cross
Behind my eyelids
I wasn’t sure if this was
A trick of the light
Or the actual sight of
Something I saw from before
That I forgot or indeed
A slow motion effect and
There was actually a cat
Sitting in front of me
Listening to my heaving heart
More than the shape of a cloud
More than an imaginary shroud
I found myself uplifted
With exactly what I had

© GÄ

Not Tomorrow

Hesitate
Procure the existence
Animal instinct
I’m no second rate
Half-smile mistake
A little distaste
Mostly requiring a getaway
Tuscany or Brisighella
Perhaps Breiðdalsvík first
Working hard again
Hungry for love
A distant kiss
A solo trip
But not tomorrow

© GÄ

No Strings

You have to be stronger
Than the illness itself especially
If it’s yours but even more so
If it’s someone else’s
Beleaguered or not
You can’t make everybody
That surrounds you happy
But you can feel good about
Knowing you did all that you could
To extend a full heart
Genuine intent pure gold
And then the love goes on
All of the love that has been
Had for you still exists
That love goes on
Without those that love you
Whom you no longer have contact with

You will still have that love for them
And they for you memory energy
Whether you continue on
The same path or take different turns
That love will always exist
Purposefully maintaining its continuity
To always return to that love
Without any requirement to ever do so
As complex as love is
It is also simple
It is in our hearts
And in our own powers
To receive it or to let it be

© GÄ

Under the Moon

On some remarkable stretch of land
Stood a less remarkable man
With so many natural endowments
An ancestral fortune dying to explode
Jumped up in his chest out through
His throat and danced right out
The door without words for how
Restless it feels to rise up in a
Family that requires him to plant
Many seeds on the farm of his
Tapestry and the best of all
That wants to be genuinely was
Always asked to be differently
Different colored socks
Plain colored shirts
Careful what you wear
Or the kids will call you out
Learn how to hold a gun and
Kill things learn how to aim
Listening to the sound of the cattle
On the ground imagine them flying
I can feel the grass in my ear
And the echoes of my favorite
Memories that shaped the man I became
Even though he was only half
Of what was expected
Half of what was intended
Though his first cries
We’re as full and loud as the sun

© GÄ

Breath

She was always irritated
When I would cry the day after
Can we go any further
Can I climb into any deeper insight
Forming a bond oriented
Around a collaboration with
Myself a healing potential
That disallows any
Outside interference
Granted by unpredictable
Stars and wind resources
To be used to control conscious
Rhythms with a sound and
A heartbeat that beats deep in
The diolkos like an ambitious road
Partially paved with stone
Thumping from below I can
Hear myself finally again
Breathing in the beauty
Of my own breath

© GÄ

To Be Willing

When you have a mother
Who kept you alive but
Did not stand behind you
In some of your greatest moments
When you have a best friend
Who coaches you through life
For many years but cannot
Be there for you like a family
Whenever you are down or
Whenever you are in need
When you have a brother
Or a sister who has loved you
And has been there for you and
They have died or even worse
They have also betrayed your
Deepest love for them then where?
Where do you find hope
Where do you find the inner strength
Where does the light come from
It has to come from within
Like a step of one day at a time
Like a drink to quench your thirst
After a very long time you
Take the steps a long the way
Never to forget let go or give up
The path that has been tread
Those people they have helped
You to get where you are today
But who you are becoming
Nothing can stand in the way
Of this someday you have been
Working so hard towards this
And feeling sometimes very alone
Asking the right question
Can bring it home
Not if you can but if you will
This is who you are
This is who I am
This is what it means
To be willing

© GÄ

Du Paradis

Worst case scenario consultant
Benumbed by the current
Icy reactions to a loneliness
That sitting in the back row
Can only bring though in
All the blue hills and
There aren’t any pills that
Can erase all the pain
Or the absence that the
Tanzanian sunset would bring
To the Great Plains if
The lions look to the heavens
And see no light
No celestial pink and orange
Again the same is true
When my heart lies lifeless
On the other side of a banging
Door and the shaking core
Of empty rattling left in shivers
After what’s wasted to tear away
From me in tender cries
As the color dries on the canvas
Of my forehead painted
Like the memory
Of paradise

© GÄ