Come Hell Or High Water
This letter is a cognitive dissonance confession.
Which is better: Seeing the sun peeking out from thunder clouds?
Being happy to trust in such a quick fashion
That rain will eventually come after a drought? Continue reading “Love – Shakespearean Sonnet – JG”
The flame in all of us
Fire as inspiration
Soul afire, burning strong
Creativity’s companion –
A mate, a match, a song
A brightest of bright blaze
Purifying grace
A beauty of impossible kindness
None could deny this;
All but extinguished,
Relinquished spark and
Forgotten art. Continue reading “Color Schemes – If I Must – JG”
Number unknown? That call won’t be answered.
Message left? Another voice I’ll never hear.
Email sent? One of hundreds, I fear. Continue reading “Contact – JG”
So I still haven’t completed last month’s theme. Maybe I should start calling them “Challenges to Personal Procrastination” instead. Committed rockstar that he is, Stevie, however, did and you can check it out here. Continue reading “February’s Theme – Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind”
When the scent of burning logs and leaves,
And the bone deep chill of frigid winds,
Fade to far distant memories,
Of what used to be. Continue reading “Where The Snow Won’t Reach You – JG”
Easily, you brand me - why? Because all you see is me Giving in to instincts like some filthy animal. No credit given where credit is due, Who the hell are you to sentence me to Hell? Well, I guess you're someone who knows, right? Guilty of the same sin of wiring, how inspiring that you're willing To claim yourself superior Because you're perfectly unhappy hiding your interior wants and wishes. Walk away before I get vicious - I'm just a mindless mongrel anyways, right? That's all it could be, So very fucking easy for you to see, Easy for you to know exactly how I got here. You don't know the Hell I've put myself through. The pain I've offered up in penance; the sacrifice, the self restriction because I wanted to paint it as an addiction I could get over with just a little self control. I gave up what I knew was worth everything For something in my fucking head. In your fucking head. In my heart, All of it is bound in regret. I never said what I should've Repeated As a daily prayer to someone A lot more pure Than the men I was raised to bow before. Easy? Easy you say - why? Because it was oh so easy for you?
Dear Stevie,
I’m a big fan of the late great George Carlin, too, although you definitely got into his stand up way earlier in life than I did. I would estimate that I didn’t know who he was until high school, perhaps only really watching and enjoying his act somewhere in my earlier twenties. I’ll freely admit it: he stands tall amongst my heroes, joined by fellow charismatic storytellers like Kurt Vonnegut and Joss Whedon, so I’m a little butthurt at your deconstructing his wisdom. Continue reading “What Are Rights? Rebuttal AKA Your Vacuum Missed a Spot to the Right”
Direction
No more time to waste; No more excuses to wait.
Overburdened by possessions, useless and extra,
Remove all these trappings of greed hidden beneath
The labels of ‘civilization’ and what society deems one needs,
Heed the call of the wild: lose your inclination for monotonous security. Continue reading “Literary Inspiration – Free Verse- JG”
So much talk about resolutions. So many exclamations of how this is going to be the year, the year of big great things we couldn’t motivate ourselves to do last year but somehow, with the switching of a calendar, we shall accomplish now. Just ’cause the year’s changed, doesn’t mean I have. For both bad and good. Continue reading “January’s Theme – New Year, Same Everything Else”
Many moons ago, this site was born of a continuous exchange of poetry and mix CDs. Last night in the wee hours of the morning, I realized that I missed one fundamental aspect of that beginning – the music. And thus I have decided to do a mix list for you folks in line with December’s Theme. Continue reading “Literary Inspiration Mixtape: My Top Ten”
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