Tag: Poetry

Flashbacks of Non-Existent Moments – July 13, 2016

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Did I fall in love with you today, or was it yesterday?

As for here, we have never even met.

Was it in a different time, or in a different place beyond this universe?

Am I loving you right now?

Do we find ourselves currently together, but in a different land foreign to this world?

Flashbacks of moments that never existed,

I can still taste the scent of your hypnotizing energy.

I know nothing about you, yet I know everything.

Drawn to you, you visit and speak to me with love, but in my dreams.

The earth signals to us as our frequencies grow stronger, succumbing to each other’s desire to find one another.

Is this part of a game we both agreed to play together?

One where we decided to place ourselves in each side of the world, only to see if we could magnetically, and without a physical meeting, find one another?

Because what a wonderful feeling it is to know that you are in this world.

~gg

The Turning Point ~ July 3, 2016

Every moment is a piece of a large jigsaw puzzle.

Time, although not linear, still places each of these pieces in perfect order.

One piece must first be placed into the jigsaw puzzle so that the other may follow, but the second cannot exist without the first.

The falling away of an old relationship, followed by another, and then another was caused by each new jigsaw piece placed. 

Each new piece once added provided just a little more color and insight as to the new shape commencing to lay out before you.

At first you may not like the shape that appears to be forming.  Each of those small jigsaw pieces may be dark, distasteful, and confusing.

You may not be able to foresee the new shape that’s being created because there are so many pieces of this part of the puzzle still missing. 

Resistant to change, you may see ugliness, and nothing exciting about what has newly transcended.

However, still, and out of curiosity to know what will end up coming out of all this, you choose to continue to place the next piece, and then the next.  

And then there’s that serendipitous moment; that moment that like magic finally arrives. Now you have enough pieces laid out in front of you to be able to finally see that the combination of these has revealed a larger unfounded truth.

Each of these pieces, each of these happenings, and every knew piece of visual knowledge received, was preparing you for something bigger.

The big picture in all these sequential moments resulting in a major push forward. The shape of a large wave swaying you fiercely into a new alignment, for a grandeur, and more purposeful life.

A turning point in your story.

~gg

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

 

 

Free Thinkers – June 14, 2016

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“Let’s change the world,” he said.

“How?” she asked.

“Start with love, and go back to the beginning,” he responded, “everything you were taught as a child needs some re-visiting.”

“What do you mean?” She looked at him in awe.

“Whatever feels natural, whatever feels good, that’s what you must follow…” he replied, continuing on in a very gentle and loving voice, “Look around you, and then look inside yourself, and then after that, ask yourself what makes sense, and what doesn’t? “

He leaned in closer and whispered with passion, “the more truthful you are with yourself about your life it will start having an impact on everything around you.  But, in order to do so, you must be brave.  Don’t let fear cloud your judgment.  Follow through, always acting out of love. That alone will give you clarity, and change your reality.  We are free thinkers, and we are here to change the world….”

~gg

A Letter to Guarded Hearts – June 9, 2016

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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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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. 

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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

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