Compass

Does it make you feel good
To make me feel bad
I asked the man
The corporate band wagon
Inappropriately ensuing hate
Don’t give your goodness away
Push forward by the
Fire within you
They will try and harm you
In deceitful ways
Smash you on a Friday night
So you can’t call on the weekend
Dig a hole into your pride
Gaping wide
At the end of the day
They can’t stab you in the heart
If your heart keeps on beating
For the right reasons
For the truth that still defines you
Be sincere to the fire that burns where
Deep inside you a reminder
Of your internal light
Will lead the way

© GÄ

Back Inside

Purest form of generosity
Driving up over the hill
Into the horizon of your smile
I jump back inside myself
In search of a kiss
The scent of your breath
A drop of honey on my lips
And a cigarette I saved from the 30’s
Transforming my stupidity
Into poetry
My solution for grace
Turned inside out
A quick turn of the cheek
And a smooch on your face
Left all the questions I had
About generosity in a shopping cart
Abandoned only to be adored
And fondled by the nefarious
Hands of an eager heart
I could take off my shoes now
Stand in the grass barefoot
Thinking of you and how
You touch me with every sensation
That wants to climb up my legs
And out from the top of my head
Where I might find your hand resting
In a mirage of subtle memories
I have been watering since I left
This house to find your soul

© GÄ