Oranges

Some small trace of myself
Left behind in the remnant
Of self respect and courage
Floating on the coastline
Of an adoring possibility
Worshipping the traffic
Of my heart speeding
Past myself just fast
Enough to get beyond
My own feelings and it
Takes a turn like a page
In a book that seems
To predict that
This is all for my own
Relief from the distance
That was previously
Pitched extremely high
And all for the love of my
Peace of mind and oranges

© GÄ

Console Me

I need an escort
Where is my chariot of
Friends that love
Unconditionally
I have a broken
Earthly mother
My words fall on
Deafened ears
This nurtured loneliness
I call out to my
Supernatural mother
Come and sit by me
May I rest my head
In your lap?
Manifest my best self?
I have only
A father’s broken wings
To console me
Where do we find
The pieces that are
Capable of fulfilling
The puzzled picture
What does it take
When does it appear?
Dust off the residue
Of a lingering past
Glassy eyed
The greatest crime
Is to forget one’s self

© GÄ

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
Figuratively
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
Uploaded

Into the center
Of my heart

© GÄ