Category: Poetry

Eyes wide shut ~ June 26, 2016

You love, but you are running on empty

New eyes that see with disappointment 

Running on empty

Seeing the reality; the ugly truth

Running on empty 

Overvaluing situations 

Running on empty 

Discovering new truths

Running on empty 

Questioning why something you thought was so beautiful no longer is.

Running on empty 

Eyes wide open 

Running on empty

Waking up from a dream that never was.

Running on empty 

And yet with all the emptiness, there’s still hope that the touch of your love left some color in the emptiness.

Sunkissed – June 16, 2016

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I’ll meet you in that seldomly occuring space  between the sun and the moon,

Where my breath escapes me.

A rare meeting of lovers located at two different ends of the world,

The North and South poles anxious to live the splendor of their union,

From the East he awakens in all his grandeur;

An eternity of oceans and worlds away, he waits.

Casting her glow from the West she starts ascending towards him.

Floating, beaming with an air of mystery and seduction she smiles her devilish smile.

Such a beautiful finale to the day’s end,

Passion oozing into the sky, as when heat waves evaporate into the air,

Culminating in an explosion of love caused by their long awaited kiss goodbye.

~gg

 

 

A Letter to Guarded Hearts – June 9, 2016

Beatles

We are not supposed to say what we feel.

We fear that in doing so,

We will expose ourselves too much;

That we might lose in the very same game that we ourselves choose to play.

We long for connection, but deny it to ourselves.

We prefer superficiality to guard ourselves from any pain.

We choose emptiness, at the slightest idea of missing someone.

But, I ask you this, do you really feel alive?

~gg

Enjoy the Ride – June 7, 2016

A ladder leading to the skies.

Mobs of souls waiting to ascend to the heavens.

Reviewing lessons, and reminiscing about joyful moments now in the past.

We wait.

We look around the sea of people, anxiously excited to get to the top.

We take several steps.

We speak and dream of the excitement that awaits.

We continue moving upwards in an orderly fashion for our turn.

We have been here so many times, yet we always yearn for more.

The sky above us glitters.

We move upwards, and finally it’s our turn.

Our team of souls now entering the rocket seats, side by side, hand in hand.

We shoot straight vertically upwards in a 90 degree angle to the skies.

And enjoy the twists and turns, dips and circles, of this ride,

Called life.

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The Power to Freeze Time – June 2, 2016

Mesmerizing eyes drawing her out of the crowd.

Bold and overpowering, she held off just for a moment, denying the over reaching call of his stare.

She waited. 

Intense and alluring, she playfully swayed as he intensely commanded her attention. She could sense his presence from behind.

She waited.

Like an eagle about to fetch his prey, his bold eyes beckoned at her.

She turned.

Eyes colliding like starts collapsing into each other in an atomic reaction of never ending love.

Time had stopped.

 Together they had the power to freeze time.


Picture taken by me on May 15, 2016 Key West, FL

 

Anticipation – May 30, 2016

They say you know when it’s about to happen.

You feel the hair on the back of your neck crawl when the angel of death is nearby.

And if she allows it, you might even be allotted time to personally say goodbye to those you lovingly leave behind.

You can sense when a storm is coming.

That scent the earth lets off, as its thirsting for the rainfall. The heaving winds stroking the land right before it goes into ecstasy. 

You know when something big is about to happen.

As when a warrior from another land visits your kingdom. He stands before you admiring his conquest, and you stare back, awake, but are both only in a dream.

You know when there’s about to be a major turning point in your story.

As when trees shed their leaves but in the springtime. As in those days that you get those repetitive signs that come in threes. 

Landmarks. Poems written about pirates with pocketful of dreams coming true on the slabs of the sidewalk floors. 

Sidewalk slab in front of Hemingway’s Key West home
They are all indications of a small amount of future we can feel being breathed into our ears.

Anticipation of the entire world changing, but within ourselves.

~gg

Expectations

They said:

You are too old to go dancing;

Too married to be dressing that way;

Too motherly to be having fun;

Dedicate yourself to your family;

Enjoy the mundane;

Embrace the routine;

Put them first;

Forget your dreams;

Don’t have any desires;

Build a life designed by society.

And then is when I took a stance and refuted back  “this is not the way I will live, for this is not happiness.”

So I danced, I danced hard. I felt my soul pouring itself on that dance floor.

And I lived the way I wanted to live.

For rules are man made, and so can’t human error exist where rules were once made?

Question reality. Find your truth. Always do what feels right. For your truth is the only truth.

Naked – May 27, 2016

Strange things happen sometimes.

Weird unimportant moments having to do nothing with our daily life stay with us; shock us.

Jogging at day break.  Leaves magically drifting to the ground.

I continue on.

Fireflies dancing under the swaying leaves of the trees.  Wind caressing my face in a warm welcome.

I continue on.

Running faster, I hear the screeching train tracks overhead.

Something is different.  The lighting is not the same.  Something about the way the universe is breathing has changed.

I continue on.

The fruit flies frantically warn flying in a repetitive but circular motion above my head.

Yet, I do not listen.

I continue on.

At a distance, I can see a man walking a dog.

I try to listen with my eyes yet feel nothing.

I continue on.

I come face to face with the dog walker.

I cannot look into his sunglass covered eyes, but an awkward fear sets in as I attempt a nod.

I continue on.

I feel his intrusive energy, trying to get inside me.

His energy dark.  Dense.  Hovering over me.

I continue on.

I feel perplexed.  How can someone have made me feel so utterly naked?

I continue on.

I leave his body behind, but his presence, his darkness,  still remains, lingering.

I continue on.

Heaviness on my shoulder. What is this?

I continue on.

~gg

World Views – May 26, 2016

Dense energy; bothersome fuzzy grey heaviness.

Red in the face, flushing blood to the head; fuming.

Opposing views; egos clash with a lack of understanding.

Blind as a bat only feeling the sonar energy of anger. 

Can’t we leave the past behind and unchain ourselves from pain. 

Can’t we leave both ends of the color spectrum and tenderly meet halfway.

It’s so simple, but instead we choose to weave ourselves in a spider web of hate. 

Relentless we force our world’s views upon another’s universe. 

Never yielding; never opening our minds.

~gg🌻🌈💕

Passion – May 24, 2016

Passion, take me where I am meant to be.

I will walk through fire to be with you.

Through you, there is clarity.

With you, there becomes a heaven on earth.

Desire is merely your voice calling; although some will avoid your whisper out of fear, as if attempting not be mesmerized by a siren’s chants.

The sun burns from you,  releasing onto the earth a touch of magic.

Wherever you are, love overflows.

Your one true desire is to bring forth dreams by pouring yourself into each and every moment.

You are the spreader of the beautiful seeds of creation through the colorful spectrum of the rainbow.

You are the blissful partner of the higher self.

Follow your dreams, follow your passion.

~gg

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Picture taken by me in Homestead, FL on May 21, 2016