Thawed

Woe is me
You gave her every rite
To take it all away
One for each
Flashing lights
How strong are we
Squares and shadows
Beneath the beauty
Of her eyes
Absent lives
Misjudged love
Chew it all away
Gnawing at my bones
While I’m still alive
Do people always ask
The things they want
To be asked

© GÄ

Jester

What we give up without knowing
The trade off to save the self
Is the most expensive way to live
How much it costs is what we find out
When we’ve spent every last cent
“There was to give.” he said…
As he lifted his head and began to
Count the stars differently
Remembering the heat that was
Sweltering around him to make
A decision to stay where he was to
Leave what he wanted to feel
Something for someone else’s tears
When all he needed was to cry his own
And have someone hold him for once
But there weren’t any takers really
He was typically more grounded
Than the temperament of the rest
Finding jackets hanging on trees and such
Not always but mostly and met with
Suddenly more recent opportunities
To comfort another friend victimized
By themselves crying in the street from
Drinking too much vodka in a cocktail
Of not enough sleep amended too it was
Almost noon but the moon was still out
All he asked for was space to know
Where his things were where people
Or roommates weren’t consuming them
His things weren’t where he set them down
It was like an insane asylum
Jester or gesture not sure, in their bellies
“A lions den I think you would have called it”
Around here or there but these were all
People he chose to hang out with on purpose
That’s right because it was fun!
Not knife throwing “l went to the
Renaissance Fair fun,” but fun no less!
That was the point but it was
On many fronts even energetically
Speaking… very expensive

© GÄ

Bassinet

Never forget what it took you
To get where you are today
He heard the crow say

Why did it feel like stealing moments?
Two thoughts in a basket
Exemplified as two
Newborn babies that weren’t
Predicted to make it
He rose in the morning to find
That there was still life in them yet

As he warmed them up
Bringing each of them back to life
He saw the differences in both eyes brighter
He envisioned a life for each thought

There were of course plots and
Many ploys on the outside to
Destroy their potentials but still
He managed to give them hope

Breathing it in
Warming them up

Even as winter settled in
And death dreamed curiously
Of taking yet another he continued
To feed and nurture his thoughts
Both again now like small
Children that would one day
Need bank accounts and
Someone to look after them

All of this moving along
Like smoke drifting in the air
From warm chimneys on cold
Mornings cheating the end
It was a kind of burglary
To grab on to something
That needed to be wanted
If it were to continue to exist

And if he did it without any hesitation
No opposition could refrain
Any one ability to embrace
Even thoughts and moments
That felt like they belonged
With and to no one

A robbery for the unwanted
Or brief considerations no one
Would remember to appreciate
Were safe to survive
Like an infant in his arms

Safe in the shelter of his keep

© GÄ

Deeper Thoughts

Entangled with the horns
Of a bull and the heart of a whale
A little rough and tumble
I’m not sad. This is art.

I’m trying to get closer to my memories
& the harder I swim the faster they come

I feel remorse about fatal occurrences
Especially those which I cannot prevent

Even totally unrelated to me personally
And out of my control
In someone else’s corner

Occasionally defeated

Still I am full
Still I am unprepared
Still I am resilient

Redeeming the world in a happier light
Crops up a broken morning
Resisting AI by the grace
Of my Buddha-head
And a dream filled bed
Of possibilities

© GÄ