Tag: time

Jouer

I used to want to come here
But I don’t anymore

Take a bite out of this fig
Find it healing just make time
For love and happiness

Orders coming in
Twisting buns atop your head
Falling asleep way before bed
Forgetting work make time to play

Packages call things to do
Knocking at your existence
Fight to take time
For yourself

Work can wait
Enjoyment cannot
You did a lot
You did a lot

Pet the cat
Walk the dog
Sing a song
Coasting a long

Time for fun
Time for love
Work is done
Work will get done

© GÄ

Strings

You use your heart to decide
Not the argumentative brain
My heart math says the most
Meaningful color is blue but
Even mavi is empty if the
Interpretation leaves a blank space
On the vertical line
We’re sliding down
All the way into the
Definition of gravity rock bottom

Lights dangling half broken bulbs

What clarity lives on an
Open counter where the drinks are
Being served but not enjoyed
More questions than answers
I smile at the catechism

Interrogatory harmonium
We wish for light years to become
One trip to the corner market

This will be the last time
Maybe the change is the price we pay

© GÄ

Current UTC

I can hear the crows through the fog
But I can’t see them
Just the highlights of things
One cloud is glowing like the sun
Where it must be hiding
It’s not the way you look
It’s who you are inside
I overheard the grass in a whispering
Conversation to the trees
Gold bath of liquid on my face
Glass hand blown ancestral blue
Artifacts glistening like diamonds
Crystal white bowl half pieces
Laid out on the table of my mind
My want is healthy and strong
So I desire them all
To know every piece and its symbolic meaning
Layers of mist on the skin
Sprinkle a fountain of youth
Falling from above and all around
There is a keeper standing before us
Know the roles before you enter
He says plainly with his eyes
Never opening his mouth
Assess the position of mental foreplay
I am ready to engage with
Whatever psychological experience
Is about to unfold as naively as an infant
No boundaries or knowledge
For offending just open
Who is who what is what
And when goes where will soon
Be answered but first I will quench
My thirsty lips that have been blinded
By the brume with dusty vapors
As I part the curtains of reality
In the membrane of my cortex
To expose the untamed world to my
Need for shouting my deepest
Unheards my tragic left behinds
My gnashing pearls for teeth that
Need to speak the unspoken beautifully
Emptying out the heart
Let it drain onto the floor
Clean the mess up later
Allow the infrastructure to be
Rearranged and feel the peace
Of not knowing grab hold of this for
The universe upholds no human time
A clock unwinds

© GÄ

Forever

And then it happened
Because the thread broke
Pulled too tight
Couldn’t sense the tension
Should I throw on a yarmulke
Would it make a difference?
We’re kind of like yarn
Twisted and tugged
Rendered in the leftover
Colors of the sky
I could sense the residuals
Underneath the concrete
An art for resistance
As the army of ants
Marched away even when the
Distance seems cooler
But the sun never goes away there
They call it fake winter
So everyday is sweating and warm
When my mind stopped grumbling
I looked up to catch a glimpse
Of something saying
“You already know it.”
It’s not like you’re hearing voices
But externally the body language
Becomes more clear
Crows caw the words
Time is slowing

© GÄ

Werthertracht

Mid-sixteenth century the walls
Are wood the shop is oak and gleaming
A cat is friendly also playful
Pulled by both of his front legs
A spitfire and true charmer
Breakfast wafts around the corner
Eggs and batter heat the warmer
Food on her face she eats a lot
A family sits to visit petticoats are
Not cheap and so perhaps worn
Are the same ones but cared for
Gracefully a time to visit a time
To laugh and get to know one another
A family setting invited are all
In this domain every color
Every face and every race
Off walks by one whom also
Nabs a hat from the coatrack
Positioned on her way out the door
Community and camaraderie
Haircuts too in the main room
Pre-Gibson girl the beginning
Coiffure of the swan shaped corsets
Way before and still not much
Money to be had or on the table
An aromatic future had no chance
For a conversation front and center
As day to day was much more
Likely a common adventure
Nothing wasted nothing spent
On nothing but to show
A daily doing has been done while
An occasional stranger wanders
In at dusk to rise again before the sun

© GÄ

Shy

Doesn’t matter if you follow
Every step everything correct
There is no perfect yes
One plus one does not
Always equal two in life
A sure fire guarantee is that
We can depend on inconsistency
The coruscating path is
Checkered with light up
Disco tiles no one can resist
Mother Nature has a way
Chaotic tendencies persist
Sometimes you need a nothing day
A do whatever day
A pick tomatoes day
A harvest your thoughts day
Looking into your eyes
From behind the counter
Your smile took my breath away
Only a few minutes longer
And I lose my mind
From overthinking
What I could have said
I’m bad at this
Maybe next time

© GÄ

30 Years

Amber green eyes
Dark hair love disguised
Devil works hard
But I work harder
The way he said it was so sad
Ecstatic heart choose yourself
I cannot be overwhelmed
If I have at the very least
Certainly another 30 years
Of working what does it matter
The little things now
If we care too much
Surely we should die sooner
With nothing left to
Care that greatly about!

© GÄ

One at a Time

The unfolding of your words
From the deepest wellspring
Giveth light to the faraway
Understanding this has
Always been paradoxical
And ever will continue

Always previously given
With an undying
Debt to attachment
Something one can’t shake
Like a feeling that takes over you
My unrelenting crush

Call to me and I will answer you
Though the downtime feels a bit
Like a straitjacket for love

About such an appeal
There is only one way to deal
The cards out between you and I

One at a time

© GÄ

Third Time Charm

Third time is the charm
Follow your arm
Watch while the curving veins displayed
Within a pulse hot lava sprays
Will the memories we create
Make forth a magistrate
To take a gallon of your love
In just one pulp
Thirst quenching gulp
A bed ten thousand
Mattresses high
Still left to climb
But found in one
With you beside
Where cloud and sky
Drift by and slide
Atop of me you sweetly lay
A light blue air
Of blanket weighs on
Dreams so sleepily so peacefully
We stay
After seeing one then two
Learning what knowledge knows of too
Hold what is three as it could be
One plus one plus two make
Us becoming three
And now as third time is the charm
And we are liberated lovers
Innocent from global harm
In the secret garden harvest
Do we plant
The final seed
That farming sews
The story flows into a tattoo of
One heart upon our sleeve

© GÄ