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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

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

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🌻🌈💕