Mal Voix

I don’t deserve delicious
Self deprecating wishes
I don’t deserve the moon
The sun can turn its face too
I found my father’s touch
Of gloom in my veins
Residuals of pain remanufactured
In me the stress of eternity

Stretching to be better than
The very best of good
I cry to laugh instead of
Remembering the cruel
Cool, cool, cool

Do other humans
Scold themselves or
Overthink to the hilt of difficult
What if you are truly someone
And you still feel like no one

Make champion to the disdain
Exonerate my guilt
The given displeasure of
A childhood I didn’t request
Feel the love spilt over the ground
Of a father who also forgot
About his sons
Drowning in themselves
Or rivers that pull us under
His best whatever that is

I don’t deserve deliciousness
If I am his I am at best nothingness
Like hugs and affection and
Kisses and pardons and wishes
Granted by the sea I am the
User my mama said I am
Ungrateful my father said the
Sky is darker than it was the
Day before there is no lawyer
For self inflicted discontented
Polydactyl internalized sewer like
Sores of contradiction

To be truly honest
The vulnerability forces its way
To the top but at what cost
Broken glass against the skin
Or walk with wounds from
Deep within we carry on…

© GÄ

Ghost

Even though you said I didn’t fail
Inside it still feels like I did often times
Winnowing out the grains of my soul
I have a sadness to behold
My head will not be buried
As the ostrich of the Miocene
I wear my burdens nobly so
Though not as a mark of achievement
But rather a scar to indicate
How I could be better
There are no shadows wide enough
To cover my human mistakes
Which now air themselves about
Like retired dandelion wishes
Suspended freely in the sky
We can also save ourselves
But we cannot always save the world
Behold the light in my eyes
Can you visualize how deeply I loved
Interpret this from celestial perspectives
From above my forehead is a map
And our voices are magnified
Now a ghost in the tunnel
Traveling vocals in between
You speak my name and
I come running to be seen
Once again by you
In my earthly state of being
My journey is yours
Send out the signal

© GÄ

Vindtaske

Trying to narrate the wind
You can give me everything
And you can take it all away
I will not be changed
I will be the same
Unwaivered to remain
Available to the joy
Sublime yet to sustain
Tending the garden
Of my mind I find
So many roses
So many thorns
The beauty is worth
The blood to behold
Dark shadows bright lights
Early morning late night
Waving vocals that can
Cause a deep feeling
Burning in your gut
Stinging to benumbed
Singing sounds unheard
Breathing to speak
Speaking to air
Airing to narrate
In the voice of the wind

© GÄ

Panjandrum

I don’t need to be the smartest
Person in the room nor do I
Look to be the prettiest flower
Rancorous lines persist like a
Churlish fence around the heart
Emulated are the forty plus count petals
Palliative in nature heavy their fragrance
Heals the symptoms without actually
Dealing with the cause or the conditions
A heterophemy really just like writing
Down the words that have absolutely
Nothing to do with the story an entire
Novel filled with tenebrous thoughts
Even the outside cover embellishes
Remarkable disdain what’s left to fein
Lionize the unworthy punish the good
Under the rug what a grok if only to be
Handed to the nepotists with fervid
Eloquence coaxing out the cobras
Unwillingly defanged they took my
Voice and made a song out of
Dead roses but it was prettier than
When it was muffled under water

© GÄ