About That

Would it be that
They should control
The meaningless things
To make us feel disempowered
Would it be that
Freakishly they could
See beneath the skirt
Of that identity
Observing our truths
Negate all the more
Important things
Reveal and expose
My vulnerabilities
The value of said
Credibilities crushed
Never acknowledging
What counts
Like the garden
Of my heart
Holding my hand
Kissing my face
Instead swiping
Left, right,
And all over the place
Poking at
The superficial
All the ridiculous
Unnecessary casting
Box checking satisfactions
There is
Nothing remarkable
About that

© GÄ

Self Love

Perspectives on being
In love or lack there of

I’ve been quiet
For so long
Feeling an opening
The pleasure riding
High rising

Forming one body
Too high for most of us
A tenacious song
Even in silence
Redemptive landscape
Into clearer air
Disquieting the story
With a
Perfect trust

There will be other days
Words will be heard
Flourishing like rain
Born in the clouds
Find you where it all began
Your downy voice
Your software

Into the center
Of my heart

© GÄ