Digging

Mirror mirror make love to me
White bow tie naked or otherwise
See the boys and girls at the gym
Checking themselves out
And all the people having relationships
Not just with themselves
But with the internet
Apps and worse
The anti human curse
Standing in the garden
I think of these words
All the folks we used to write letters to
Or take the time to say I love you

In person

Make a call meet up or play
They probably wrote me off today
Thought I was a billionaire
Someone who just didn’t care
About feelings not even my own?
But in the depths I know they
Wonder what’s been going on
Miss the time we spent upon
History we made to tell the
Stories that we knew so well
Later on in life as we got older
We’re here now, we’re here!!

Where are you?

But if you’re gone away
It doesn’t matter anyway
Why? What’s the point of caring
Life is short I bet you never thought
We’d ever lost our way into a
Paradox where the internet
Opens a scope to spy and check in
On each other meanwhile
Never to converse never to
Be sure because it’s pictures
And that’s all it is words without
The beating heart behind our lips
And it’s a trip to believe we could
All settle for this one day
Which is now looking in the mirror
At yourself do you see the person that you
Hoped you turned out to be or just AI?

The internet is repeating itself

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Veritas

Wrapping my head around new feelings
How much can I hold onto my own
Cerebral functioning in the presence
Of another who gives me want for
Emotions outside of my own self
My body is swollen with love
I have so much more to give after
Time spent being in such a presence
I believe we could solve the riddle
Of life together you are as strong
Or stronger than me consciously
I turn to you I agree I listen I bow
In empathy I believe you behold the
Answer before me I hear you listening to me
What is the difference between
Passionate love and friendship radiating
They are very different but somehow
Feel the same both traveling through
The body like a surge of electric joy
Likened to an energy boost from a drink
Although intangible it can be felt
He knelt before the moment to behold
It in its glorious wit and charm but
Also felt disarmed by his own mistrust
Not comprehending what the journey
Could become or wise for letting it unwind
On its own unraveling tenderly soft
And quiet because the trumpet he heard
Was loud and boisterously calling out to say:
“Don’t miss the chance like you always do!”-
But there was no need to rush or fumble
Where were we all going to anyway?
As if an apocalypse was heading fast
To hit our town in a cluster of
Asteroids but still nothing could stop the
Fussing or rushing to meet the moon and
Stars on time before the sun came up
One last chance to polish the throne
To stand at the foot of truth and still
Beg to be understood no not even then
For the question of love and friendship
Left him in a chaotic frenzy of ecstasy hoping
A fragment of foresight and wisdom
Would fall down from a crack in the sky
By way of Aletheia daughter of Zeus
She would definitively know what to do
Even when the earth shakes we still
Come out of the quakes wondering

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Go

Plunge it in deep
So you can feel
How hard
You hurt me
It hurts
She hurt me
Love and let go
Curtsy after the show
A faithful friend
Wake up from a nap
Feel like I’ve been
Zapped as if
Something has died
I can’t remember
If I cried
My pride or
My hunger for life
Is it still here
I’m unsure what the
Words are to find
Look for joy
Don’t let friends
From the past
Destroy or
Rip away from you
The perfect choice
To move forward
With yourself
The key to
Believe in the
Future of
What possibilities
Are in store are
Awaiting you
In the wild or
On the dance floor
Missed kissed
Who knew that
My love
Could be resisted
There’s nothing
Left to recoil
Freed from the chains
The locks of pain
Floating away
Into the distance
Free to go

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School Bus

Fog on the windows
Making baby foot impressions
With the inside of our fisted palms
Writing your name on the glass
Memories to last a lifetime
Freezing cold or burning up
From kindergarten on until
We finally find ourselves
In high school life
Catching the lookalike bus
Different drivers but the same
Neighborhood the same houses
So many years later
How did we get here?
True connections and
Colorful dreamscapes
As the sky changes
From navy black
Stars disappear on the
Horizon into grey fade to pink
Opening blue bright blue
On the bus with you
Our stop the closest one
To school and find ourselves
On the longest ride
Picking everyone up
Along the way sitting beside
How many hours did we spend
Becoming friends
After school today tomorrow
Whatever life brings
Smitten by our kindred hearts
Unpacking things
Intertwined unwinding
Old friends on a big yellow
Machine that took us round
On the wheels of life
Our friendship was found
In years that continue on

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Solipsistic

Like walking through a bad dream
Looking for a partner or a good friend
In an underworld where only the self exists

Purloin my love
If you must pilfer my heart at all
Inalienable after all
With a history like hours
There’s no erasing

Beguilingly so

If there’s also nothing left
To give up on
I would not have kept trying to find you
In the weeds of time
With the sunlight
Woven over strands of your hair
In a window of possibilities
Or lack thereof

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Friendship

Friendship
Acquaintances
Friendly distances
Social Media retains
Networking disdains
Casual friends
Hang out refrains
Shared interests
Light hearted conversation
Low pressure no pressure
Close friends
Emotional support
Trust sends
Consolation like a letter
Inside jokes or better
Quality time undefined
Advice in time
Love sublime
Accountability is renowned
Lifelong friends are
Steadfast and recounted
Shared experiences
Belonging and undoubted
Close like family
Timeless tree
Where you left off
Lifelong memories begin
Showing up for each other
In the ebbs and flows
As we grow up and it echos
Through our life paths

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Still Trickling

Manipulative tactics
To gain strategic advantage
Softening words
To ease the blow
Premeditated thoughts
Inculpability brought
To a table where
Nothing innocent lies
All the truth will defy
What the color of
Creative conversation
Is trying to cover up
Like muddy roses
Dirty work at its finest
Trampling down
Your only defense
“It’s all about me!”
Years of affection
No protection for the
Kindest of souls
The criminal code
For former friend
Stalking behaviors
When someone feels
Entitled to do whatever
They choose
Social media likes or
Otherwise more like
Social drivebys
Gun to the heart
Friendship lost
No remorse
Missing parts
Want it to end
Still trickling in

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So Many Birds

Knowing you were there
Missing where we were
That night
Your hair
The moment that didn’t know
How to kiss me back
Jumping up and down
The laughter all around
I’ve never heard
So many birds chirping
We danced and
Someone’s wedding bells
Were ringing and clanging
In the backyard
Of my heart
One tiny moment
In space and time
It feels like all we get
Even if we gave a lot
I just wanted to absorb you
Stand back and let you shine
Watch you do your best
Blinding light
Love unlike the rest
Love unlike the rest
Love unlike…

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In the Light

I had my guard up
How awkward
It was strange
To see you
Amicably
Did I miss you?
Should I hug you?
Was it hate you left me with?
When everything dissipated
You burned me
Caught me on fire
In many ways
Where the love of friends
Was left is friendship
Also lost?
There are no leftovers
From the hangovers
Of the hurt
Trial and error
Choosing to invest
In a place
With limited return
A lot of love was lost
A lot of love was found
Keep the conversation
And the memory
In the light

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Keeping Score

Does life get easier
As we move along
Or harder

Do we understand more
Or is it actually less
We comprehend

It seems the more that I know
The less I understand

It’s taking me longer to cool down
From the things that heat me up

This is historical
Ageism
This is a longtime coming
This is
What happens
As time goes by

I’d rather warn you
Than console you

Evolving beyond and above
What folks are incapable of
I could write a novel in the rain

I’ve already had my heart broken
A million times or so
What’s the point
Of keeping score
If the heart is broken
Another million times or more

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