Dark silhouettes pantomime with white gloves

On well lit stages a theater for the eyes

Happy endings to sad stories

Bad actors bow to the man behind the stage

The man behind behind the rage

Is this real or reality television

Watch real wives...

Kisses to your neck

taste of rose hints,

descending where you bloom.

Kisses to your breasts mimic a

reflex—

an involuntary stutter

nodding from your breath.

A kiss to your waist,

another to your stigma,

as your legs start to quiver

We move together patiently

when it all makes sense.

Our minds aren’t trying to

take short cuts

to the finish, risking the

goal.

Our minds are tactful—

bold, not ignorant,

making the transition to love

memorable.

We make time to...

The other day I seen a well worn pick up truck proudly bearing a bumper sticker

AMERICA LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT !

Those words washed over me like high tide

America left me a long time ago

A bruised used bride left at the altar

Yanky doo...

Tears that

fall like rain,

Relieving the

hurt and pain,

Comfort is what

you will gain,

Although

YES!!,

the trauma,

it still remains,

Tears and the rain

fall together,

with this wet

inclimate type

weather,

Let this LOVE be ETERNAL,

Last until the end of time,

Let people clearly see that,

ETERNALLY you are mine,

This LOVE will last forever,

Only death can pull us apart,

You are my ETERNAL LOVE, and

You dwell within my HEART,

If I cut on the news,

Please don't let me see,

You speeding down

the 105

being chased by the police,

Whatever you did,

just turn yourself in,

I don't have money to

bail you out,

sorry the Law wins,

Don't call me

c...

IT'S A CATASTROPHE!!!

I just can believe,

the things going on

you just have to see,

I cannot lie, and

I will not try,

you better wake up now, or

It will fly right by,

just like a missile, or

shooting a pistle,

wake up...

They pray with their heels on the curb,
hands cupped like radios catching static gospel—
the city hums a hymn in the key of stoplights,
red for the grief that never sleeps,
green for the go when you can steal it,
yellow for the pause where elders cou...

Todays dreary weather

is the disposition

of the world today

world today like a

keg of dynamite

ready to blow

mans final destructive

show

Seems no one happy

until the worldd as we

know it

is completely obliterated

Those care free days n...

I need a break

from this orbit,

so when my words

make love to you

I am the only witness.

Meet me where the sun

won’t mind our business.

Allow me to place my eyes

on your celestial body,

everywhere its glow

won’t make you timid.

There is a girl still living inside her,

buried beneath a life she doesn't recognize.

Not dead enough to be mourned,

not whole enough to feel alive,

just somewhere in between,

where the living go to grieve

themselves.

And isn'...

Can you write me a love poem,

and make it not so obvious that

it is about me?

One stanza is all I need,

a lone breath expelling your

softest secret

I’d like to read it aloud in my head

to see if it speaks the same when

I recite it to...

She is legendary,

and the route I wish to take

ishers,

on a journey that guides

mytongue

over mountains,

down a silken verge.

To the edges of a depth

that has a warm pulse,

inviting me into its breathing

shadows—

An adventure al...

Entities in black hoodies

audition to be the Reaper,

claiming a beauty not

theirs to deface.

Puppets of the devil, pulling

secrets deeper—

Yet death cannot wither the

roses at heaven’s gates.

—JG ©2026

Let “I do” carry an eternal vow—
to have and to hold,
lasting beyond the confines
of death.

Let the love we cultivate
reach beyond realms.

And when the mortal realm
holds space for us no longer,
let our journey together
continue in th...

We bear scars
From wounds
Inflicted,
But which remain
Unseen,
Yet shaping
Every step,
Every interaction.

We bear scars
That lay dormant,
Becoming infections,
Whose healing
Becomes a herculean task.

We bear scars.
We walk
With ga...

A painter I shall become,
Weave brush,
To capture the way
My heart flutters at your sight.
I shall use paint,
In its myriad of colours,
To portray the room’s glow
Whenever you smile,
As if it endorses your presence.

Shall I make the can...

I’ve been

boldlately,

no moreslanting

my words—

They’re standing

straight up to you.

Every stanza

striking your heart,

landing punctually,

reading gently.

Because you deserve

a voice that presents

openness–

With no apologi...

A single step taken,

A journey begins,

One accompanied by tests.

Without a single page revised,

A journey enshrined

In vines of thorns,

Which carry lessons with each prick.

Still, another step is taken,

And another....