In this distance where you stand
I can barely see your hand
Yet somehow strangely close to you
Somehow scarcely knowing you
Somehow I attempt to understand
Inspired by the swan
Graceful as her silhouette
Becomes the dawn
As the wind caresses
All that he demands
I reach beyond the distance
For your hand
© GÄ
I was walking on
The back of a bumblebee
A longing stretch
Of yellow and black
A card of tarot
Shown to me
Randomly in step
On the sidewalk
Many to the left of me
Equal to the right
Yet the face that stands
In front of me
Is yours
Tell me what this means
© GÄ
“I just don’t have time.”
He said
I remember when we did
Oh yes, I remember
How great it was then
Crack the cocoon
And remind me again
Remind us
Just let me now when
So I can return
So I can…
© GÄ
Hard to speak
Sometimes it feels
Messy to say
What I perceive
But why not tell the truth
If you ask me
A question I can’t
Answer with a lie
Yet
Sometimes I feel weak
When I admit with certainty
Out loud to a friend
That I can trust
Or even to myself a truth
What’s the meaning
For us if we don’t
Acknowledge what’s real
As I find strength
In my honesty
I master how to feel
I learn to rely on myself
Not to let what others think
Effect the way that I breathe
Establish my beliefs vulnerably
Being certain can be hard
But like a fire burning strong
I know that life altering
Moments always lead
Me down the truest path
That I can tread
Away from grief
I say I’m better off dead
Than living carelessly spent
In a world
That cannot possibly
Be good
Psychologically speaking
I know the closer I get
To the simple truths head
Clearly peeking
Out from under
The rocks of disconcerting others
Disturbing behaviors
That try to cover up
The truth
Of feeling good about it
Legitimacy
Is a powerful relief
Opening freedom
To ourselves doorways
Away from rumors
Being true to the heart
May be hard but
In the end
If it seems messy
It’s because a simple honesty
Can’t always be
Concerring
© GÄ
Burning as the turn within should have
The weaver of a solid mass of light
Fire broods to bellow in the night
Opposite the yellowed tusk
I never saw it leave myself
I only saw the dimming
And that which shocked itself about
Never climbed again
Had I been blind I might have missed
What I have felt beneath my eyes
But had I seen I might have scorched
The very soul within my tide
© GÄ
Focused on the tunnel
Separation and above
Veins twist to the clock watch
Wooden shadows push the hands
Watch cover glove
Curved neck of three is one
And one is two by light is three
More vibrant than reflection
As wing and body of the bee
And thus make twice
Both three and three
Chiseled I am weak if not by glance
At squeak and in air passed
And o’er heir vast
Still the lines
Cast the dark
Post of bamboo shoot and spark
Neither I nor time nor place
Breathe the breath between this space
Lest the face should be erased
Left for bitterness to chase
© GÄ
And in the almost
One and three step
Not two plus two
I confide that like a shoe
I once lost something
Very special to me
Isn’t it amazing!?
And I still haven’t
Found a way
To bring it home
It makes my feet
Like the feet of an antelope
Enables me to tread on trees
Like a goat directing music
In the breeze
On my stringed instruments
Strummed ever so softly
Once upon a bearded string
Perhaps I pull the ceiling down
She said check the hidden ladder
To solve the matter
I have one final place to seek
I’ll take the stairs
And sleep the night
Up in the attic
© GÄ
Tears that I could cry
I would cry
But I don’t
At least I mean
That I cannot
Cry them in sadness
Heretofore
Because the love
That has consumed me
Is beyond what any
Sadness could appeal to
Tears of joy employing
Richness that
Drips like amber
From my eyes
Bees trapped in
Sunlight every drop a
Godlike miracle delight
That saturates our
Glistening cheeks
Viscous honey warm serene
Puddled pools of gold convene
Running along our shoulders
Down the length of
Our thought deep wraparound
Love swinging arms
Descending tungsten
Fueling light
Caressed by morning bright
Sidewalks as are our spines
Resembled stairways walking upward
Divinely sliding down
Saged in ceremonial
Crowns pointed with
Bells that ring resounding sing of
Birch white ritual dreams
Glowing through the
Citrine kingdom we
Are building
In between
You are my hive
You are my king
We are the quintessential
Possibility
© GÄ
Before the mountains were born
You brought me the world
A thousand years
Ferris wheeled into a day
As I watch you sleep
Peacefully in the night
Cradled in sheets blithe
With memories we have
Yet to anticipate
A breath before we breathe
A step before we climb
Forward to take
Another bite
We weave our potent fate
To grasp how wide
How long and high
How deep is this love
To know our passion surpasses
Broken and fixed knowledge
You fill me to a measure
Of exceptional fullness
Beyond what human existence
Can tally you are the
Darkest brightest dust
I’ve ever held
A composure of what seems
To glorify the gentlest
The kindest most
Tenderly being
How do you write your love script?
How do you make my heart skip?
How can we be this casually
In tune with nature’s flute
When the vines of yesterday
Crawl up our legs rooted in the
Soil of four foot intertwined souls
Thundering for the greater whole
Muddy with unexpected delight
Each bloom that unfolds
To tell our story is a petal
Floating sideways
In the galaxy of
Our hearts
This is how you make me
Push start
© GÄ
I know you’re there
I know you care
I querent the dividend
I hide behind the
Shy like guy pleasured
Where dost thou shine
Ones brightest eyes
Wouldst thou brightly beaming
Project a streamline spotlight
Love drenched in blue
Orn’t hazel green toward me
Amber brown lazy sheen
Like koko roses tipping down
Shine thou light
From whence around
And to forth glows
A vibrant static glistening
Illustrious semiconductor
Of passionate overtures
Into me
Where dost thou shine
Ones brightest eyes
When shyly looked upon
By someone who could love you
Infinitely
Is there a digital repose
For which to open your
Most diamond like gaze
To be keenly bestowed
Some morse code
How whilst I coax
Your darting iris rays
Your wet white scleras
Of which years of joy
May runneth over
Into my pear shaped
Heart
© GÄ
Poétique 