It’s a deep soak or a
Casual underlining of
Nuance euphemistically speaking
All of us forgetting each other
I live as if I could die tomorrow
How do you live?
Baby grains and wheat stains
Rolled out into a papyrus
To record the memories
Unforgettable dreamscapes
That feel like reality
Questionably so
Trying our best at a cakeless walk
But still seeking the sweet
Holding out to be glued to
Temporary existence
In an eternity
What time is it anyway
It won’t matter who
After they forget you
© GÄ
To be a participant in life
Not always driving
Sit back and take it in
Be not contained
By the desires of others
Fight for your exit
Red lines drawn down
Electric eyes up
Irascible prone to
Temperamental outbursts
Like a burning fire
Sadness always on the horizon
Little did I know that genuine
Happiness was always
Around the corner
Like a wet towel you
Can’t get out from under
Breathing in wet
Breathing out wet
With what we have left
How much more
Can the body take
What is resilience
If nothing exists
To feel love?
Just to stretch our legs
Walking the distance to
Get onto the other side of
Emotions we were never aware
That we were suppressing
Solve the mystery and mercy
Embrace the light that was
Once blanketed by those who
Needed to put it out
© GÄ
Well you missed one, he said
You let some people down
So what
Won’t be the first
Can’t be the last
If you’re living
Alright I will carry on
Seek the distance, more thoughts
From a bird’s eye view
I helicopter over myself
Manifest a picturesque
Moment in feeling
Being perfect and
Acceptable no matter
What happens are we
Meeting in the mind
With the self?
We’re supposed to take care
Of each other what’s so distracting?
I have tons of energy for
The things I want to do
And zero energy for the
Things I don’t
See
See yourself
Blind to the outside view
Mirror, mirror show me the truth
I’m no mortician but the grief
Is real
© GÄ
Overcommitted to the paths
We create to get into the garden
Blanket and embellish all my wants
Comfort me with your words
Turbid brain what is your anthem?
For all the things he couldn’t do
For all the things he didn’t do
Saddened by the things he missed
That he also never knew about
An organ plays a dark procession
Like a church bell in his head
Making love in the background
It’s the only thing he ever wanted
To hear the sounds of birds flying
In the outside and a chapel wind
Dancing through the window
Gushing across his face as the ringing
Ecstasy of not knowing or
Ever caring about the things
He never arrived at for too were the
Gifts that the morning sun
Burned into his back like
A memory for recording
His time on earth light years
From a place that was once called today
© GÄ
I’m not your lamppost
Spurious at most when
We have to care so much about
What is the waste of time
But to just be happy for the cause
If we had something beautiful
To distract us couldn’t we
Care less about the world
That is impeding upon our
Inability to perfect or
Follow through with the plan
Knives in my neck
Piercing my back the physical
Figurative torture is enough
To sell it all and move to
A far away place where
We could fall in love
With life again in a different way
And forget about the things
We wished we had done better
Perhaps it’s crass or even crude
To say the words but to be a
Cunt to ourselves is the most
Outrageous ploy to fulfill
And destroy the inner sanctum
The harmonious fuzz that was
Always there to wrap ourselves
Up in, it’s just the expectation
To discourage the most vulnerable
Parts of ourselves to exist
Impossibility
Brain be quiet
Brain shut up
Look at the flowers
So unique the foliage
I wanted to protect it
Everything had changed
My youth graduated within us
Went away and
Still somehow it lives
In me like a memory
That I keep dusting off
© GÄ
Maybe we shouldn’t
Disturb the bones of what
Once was or what were?
That’s it! Get on your
Hands and knees and scrub
Hot tea with rum and little cakes
If only to fulfill a tragic destiny
I don’t think I’d be afraid without you
I’m not so boring after all
Surprisingly pleasant
Do any of us deserve happiness
Questionably a table has been set
For just an event like this
Salt at the tongue
Sugar on my lips
What would it be to repair
A scorched bridge
How do we forget ourselves
I’ll not soon erase you
Nor my dreams
Waking up first thing
Gnawing at the brain
Hush hush
Every happiness can
Find its way through
Though love is something
We can’t command like a
A lambent neighbor
© GÄ
Unrequited feelings that
Couldn’t love me the way
I hoped to feel grasping
At my ears I’m a little dizzy
Cramoisi in a rush to my lips
Giving everything with no
Expectation for return
I would tell them all about
How incredible you are
Overly boasting even
A seance of emotion
Calling all the forces in
Mumbling everything there is
To say about the world you
Left me with to protect
Myself from the things that
Couldn’t possibly move me
And love me the way one can
Read about from the texts of
Ninth century poetry like the
Sequence of Saint Eulalia
Early medieval dreams
Lest one should plot to
Chop off my head and
Throw me into a fire
I would not stitch my mouth
Shut to own all of heaven
For the truth of a fantasy love
I could prove only to my own heart
That you meant to love me
What’s all the fanfare about anyway?
Gathering the twigs underneath
Twilight he had remembered how
Impossible it was to erase the
Memory of wanting to do better
And the impeding thoughts that
Came crashing in when he opened
His eyes; my eyes peering out only
From thin slits each morning
To keep the power of a serene still
Distance that could also be a lie
But shouting to my mind
Was a gorgeous hope for
What could never be and
Perhaps what he saved
Hisself from closing the
Cellar door a manifesto to
Paint in words what only
Few will understand why
He still begat a procession
Of choked up themes
Including tears that wet the
Soil of a tender distress
© GÄ
I don’t want that old memory
I’m craving a new one
I need more time to forget
It’s a process not an event
Knife in the chest make it
All go away like the rest of
Yesterday and the stones
That are ripped apart by the
Earthquakes of everything
Happening around me but
It doesn’t matter anyway
I’m craving a new one
Turning in with the heartbeats
Of everything could be
Turning out with all the
Explosions that are honestly
Accepting things as they’re
Going to be ultimately as it is
In the interim of anything
Sad eyes lift up thine light
Buried under the grounds
If hidden moves behind the
Shutters of emotional archery
Are pulled back and stretched
Shooting for the one with existing
Leftover arrows that strike the
Hearts of grief with perfect love
© GÄ
Chest beats harder still
Electric rhythms unexpected
If I’m honest nothing to hide
Let it all out never outspoken
I want to give you so much
More than a slice
Nothing matters when you have
Something greater in life
No one knows that you don’t
They expect that you have
A million other things to do
No crushing dreams
What you didn’t think to say
Because whatever you are doing
Is outstanding
Stretching humility
Feeling alive where
Parts of us were dead
What is freedom awakened?
We don’t need to sound like
Savages on the way
Clear the headboard
We could tear the
Seams apart
Decorate the room
With your charms
It seems harmless
Simple is good
Adorn what embellishing
Basics will like a rug on the beach
Probably all that we need
Topped off in a concert
Of your eyes and a smile
To quiet the guise of
Vibrant patterns engaged in
Boundaries crossed that
Never needed our permissions
© GÄ
Lifting the tree up
By its roots like we do
When we sink our fingers down
Into the earth of one another
Are we appointing the other
Or anointing each other
Love is friendship on fire
I love you too is something
We say with our eyes
Not with our lips
I keep writing about this
Dark romance that calls
From the leaves that burn
When they’re wet from the rain
Sunlight through the prism
Of a line that leads like a rope
Towards the sky rather easy
To climb with fulfilling love
Upper body strength ascends
Up, up, up
I can’t remember when
It felt this good
Reminiscent of a daffodil
Petal at the bridge of
My everything and the scent
Of your heart like a gorgeous
Starlike jasmine that vines
Through our veins together
In the form of similar flames
On similar planes
As the essence of wet like
Tear ducts resembling the pools
In another lifetime perhaps
Exactly like Neptune or
At least as beautiful as
The Gods would have us
Believe if not in some
Dripping wet dream but a
Salty swing that rises up
From the Dead Sea where
We come to find ourselves alive
© GÄ
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