A whinge of second guessing the self
Relief comes in the return a reception
What of the moment just as it is
Reassurance in the palm of your hand
No terms for judgement if the truth
Is what it is it stands on its own
Quietly observant but as loud as a word
Will allow another one to share
If a heart is on a string there is no
Need to pull the line we are not fish
To be caught but emotionally we
Are hooked by our own thoughts inside
© GÄ
Keep keeping up
Or we’re gone
Authenticity is what
Keeps people going
Easier to give up
Than to put up with
Easier to give in
Than to stand up for
Who wants to be hard
Fixed in forever if
We can compromise in
Halftime but not now
But if ever we can get there
Hands are not tied
And the black and white
Is blurred then good
Keep going pushing
Through the murk
Feels redoubtable
On the other side
A breakthrough
© GÄ
We only look like that
When we’re twenty-three
Hair blowing in the wind
Walking casually
A world of eyes
Taking us in
No real concern for anything
Or what lies around the bend
And once we look like that
We seem to be
Attending to realities
Soon realizing that we are
Twenty-three years older
Holding on to twenty-three
The newborn youth we used to be
We see ourselves becoming
A version of what we had no clue
Would be our truth to be
So many dreams were dreamt
Beneath the stars inside our youth
Beholden to the same remains
A youthful heart within the frame
That is also the container to
The one who once was twenty-two
Becoming twenty-three
© GÄ
Power me up
Power me down
Electrical shock
Fluttering heart
Feeling less frantic
And soothed by the sound
Of a quieter world
A bit settled in
Greyer skies
Early nights
Where will the next
Experience come to turn
Tell the tale as unfolds the
Stars the story of destiny
Much more life to live
Still more to keep up with
In the temple of our minds
What wil be the opening
To begin the next block
What parts the section
Of the sky that shines light
On the forthcoming fairytale
That will become real life
To reflect upon in ten years
© GÄ
Clear skies clear mind
Ensconced in the divide
Trapped in a singular reality
Someone’s playing the piano
On the other side of the glass
Another person is watching me watching
Them from the corner of their eye
My autocorrect is blind
Light is casting shadows
Blatant spots in which to hide
Tomorrow has a white knuckled grip
On my spontaneity
One that I created
But not to concede behind
I would rather dance in the rain
Than seek cover from the storm
Sheltered life leads to
Sheltered forms of
Tattered rewards
Remember who’s driving
© GÄ
Discord in a tasty pear
Compersion to beware
Seething liberty in a
Pallid hope spilled eternally
I’ve climbed a hundred steps
To find the sky
Welcoming me
In a bed of stars
What ecstasy is night
And what of tomorrow!
© GÄ
I want to add you to my grocery list
My favorite thing to bring home
The universe takes a hand in
Directing the traffic of our lives
Driving in multiple lanes
Past, Present and Future
Something beyond what people find
I’m in love with my past self
And all the memories that define
My present self
Currently swarming with
Destiny on fire
Every hindered sentiment
Aching to create new feelings
To coexist and relate to new beings
Oh but to predict connection
Shakespeare in future conflict
Awakened by conception
The best is yet to come
While the theater of my life is
Playing out in a charade
Of kaleidoscopic colors
Rejected blips and blunders
Fall away in neon spells
The city roads behind me
The canyon fortune tells
I am someone’s forgotten
And someone else’s found
I am the past in someone’s eyes
As the future comes around
© GÄ
Take out the garbage
Stand up on your own
Wash the dishes
Confess your absent actions
Better off alone
It’s easy for someone
To forget how much he wishes
Another person doesn’t have it
When you have it all
Riding shotgun in a bubble
Is it troubling to know that
I miss you on the inside
But I feel better on the outside
Now that you’re not here
To witness the heart collapsing
My darling dear
Is like artificial intelligence
Taking chances
At guessing what I’ll text next
If English was my second language
Love would always be my first
Si l’anglais était ma deuxième langue
L’amour a toujours été ma première
© GÄ
Delicious delivery
From mortifications
Otherwise displayed as
Exceptionally fun times
No longer cluttered and shrouded
I don’t watch murder shows
Because I don’t feel like dying
Word’s crisscrossed in my mind
When I’m dead these letters
Will carry more meaning
A heart held up to the sky
The sun is like silk fabric
On my face in where to find a
Beautiful delicious delivery
Of sweet light with my
Head resting in a bed
Of Queen Anne’s lace
Undefined by the apparent
Life in a gorgeous mystery
© GÄ
If what seems obvious to me
Is still questioning for you
Then it’s transparent to me
We will never find the truth
Two ions charged in the same way
Repelling one another
I can’t break through with you
Or complete the missing parts
Collecting dust
Because you’re already full
Mechanically the gears are
Clunking and grinding
What is clear in our stance
Is all the clarity we needed
All the focus that we’ve had
In our long elated past
Is clouded by a privilege
Exultantly
Unfortunately for me
A privilege I don’t have
To wake you up
Stretch out to see what
You are missing from me
Opening your eyes to the
Reality of an invisible pain
From my perspective
You are blinded by your gains
You are surrounded by your
Everything you ever wanted
Playing out the way you planned
And for you I am pleased
How delectable
© GÄ
Poétique 