Unkind

They can’t defend themselves
The gentle and vulnerable sweet
Taking hope in the arms
Those who can’t stand
To love them completely
To defend them with their blood
Use your hands to protect them
From war
Don’t use your fists on them
Defenseless precious
You don’t know better beautiful creatures
The one who hurts them
Who can’t help their innocent ones
Is actually just a fool who
Deserves an award because
He was thrown into the pit of no return

Caress them and adore them
Make them feel good and calm yourself
Love is simple, don’t stand unkindly
Rude awakening
Cast laughter as love
Be kind to them and
Kind to yourself
Cool breeze hot summer
Complete rupture open heart

© GÄ

Dreamscape

Waiting for the train to come in
An amalgamation of hope and
Broken cookies that I baked
Early this morning still soft
And a little bit warm for you
People pass by without noticing
I could be any insect standing here
Holding down the sidewalk with the
Hustle bustle of commotion
Lots of comings and going’s
Shadows of light cast down by
A sun that is happy to be alive again
Another day with cold winds that
Blow in multiple directions I can
Almost feel levitated in this climate


My head was throbbing from
A bandwidth of overthinking what
All outcomes and scenarios might
Be leaving me at the edge of a bed later
Or standing alone in the shower
Though my desire to fulfill all my
Curiosities about you by way of what
Next year and the future of the
Streams of many different kinds
Of feelings could opt to start a brigade
With my pulse leaving me ready
In every way to find out more about
Who you are as the engineer pulls in
A final puff of smoke blows out


I am looking eyes peeled to see
If you’ll be exiting the car to walk the
Dirt road back to ours and discover
Everything you want to share about
Whatever kept you going all these years
The sun has risen higher in the
Sky now the altitude has changed
A bird is preening its tattered feathers
A fool’s paradise in a delusional dream

© GÄ

Fool

The world is a mess
A little less desire
Maybe nothing to crave
I’m not sure of my
Own tastebuds
Legendary fantasies
Dreams of manic screams
More or less
Searching for a light
That cracks us open
With the mystery
Of countless people
Remarkable times
Memories fade
The truth is a lie
And I am
My own fool

© GÄ