Jouer

I used to want to come here
But I don’t anymore

Take a bite out of this fig
Find it healing just make time
For love and happiness

Orders coming in
Twisting buns atop your head
Falling asleep way before bed
Forgetting work make time to play

Packages call things to do
Knocking at your existence
Fight to take time
For yourself

Work can wait
Enjoyment cannot
You did a lot
You did a lot

Pet the cat
Walk the dog
Sing a song
Coasting a long

Time for fun
Time for love
Work is done
Work will get done

© GÄ

Sandcastle

Is this what freedom feels like?
Pensive music playing
I could walk 111 blocks
Travel the longest corridor
Decorated in my freedom
How precious is this
More than a third grade excellence
Waking up without a care
In the world
No one but myself to report to
My favorite lapels
Extra pointy
Marching out into the morning
With the light of the universe
Apparently I’ve grown up
Turning porch lights
On and off on my own
Who is the Queen or the King
Of said pleasures
Even if to study the board
Or the game of life
Is it the sandwich that we share
Or the one we could enjoy
On our own
Perhaps to share a meal is better
But to share one with yourself
Is pretty damn good
Even though I should choose
To find new avenues
Nothing quite fits the pair
Of recognition and confidence
For where will we meet
If these players are to
Bask in their position
It cannot be found rightly
Without a little burn
A charming dance
Without accomplished
One handed buttoning
Down the front
Of a favorite jacket
It’s been decided
The playground is open
Have you any plans
How do you like to play with sand?

© GÄ

Play Me

I have a little secret
I’ve kept deep inside

If I tell you there are words
To teach your mouth how to feel
But only if it opens

If you swing your heart
And follow the truth
If you

I imagined you taller
But your smile was the same

I want more than you are
Ready to give

I could feel you burning across the room
My eyes devoured you in it
With flaming grass
Even the sun is not as hot

Tambourine symbols drum tambourine
In the middle of an orchestra string

Why did you take me?
Am I just your imagination
A photo torn from the wall
A stain of bitter past

You don’t want me to do it
Or don’t you?

I know I can find you
If I take the furthest shore

© GÄ