We learn to pray with our knees dirty, palms pressed
against the concrete that remembers names,
that remembers the time the milkman skipped a house
and the time the preacher called my uncle brave.
On the corner where the light blinks like an old frien...

We learn the language of concrete — the grammar of cracks,
how mama's heels leave arguments in the hallway,
how the corner store clock eats the afternoon and spits out change.
Sirens are prayers with loud mouths,
and every bus stop is a pulpit where...

Hello miss sassy,

Here Running your game

Just Claiming the streets and

Branding your name,

Just Looking for clout,

and chasing the fame but

Your nothing but a chick and

JUST BEING A DAME

Your talent is whack, and

your li...

Pour me a glass of cold lemonade

While I chill in the shade,

Feeling good and got it made,

I got duckets, I got paid,

Feeling blessed like all day,

Wanna hang? come on down,

Roll on through to my town,

Come on to my Happy Plac...

Her cosmos is understood.

He evokes stars around her

crown like Saturn’s reign.

All he knows is to honor her

vastness,

giving space for her

power to sustain.

He allows her to pull him close;

she is gravity, as she leans on the

girth o...

Their r very few individualist in the world today

everyone is a copy cat trenderI see all them

big rim glasses everyone wearing See all these

long blond bushy pony tail extensions where is

the natural look All these follow the leader l...

I learned to pray at red lights, palms pressed to the steering wheel
like Bible pages, pulsing under fluorescent city breath.
The green don’t mean go so much as promise—
a permission slip the block keeps borrowing
from the next heartbeat. Horns te...

Bam in your face

Its me Fall Summer I

just took your place

No warning no ease on in

smash mouth let the cool begin

All last two weeks hot hot

triple digit

high ninetys u had

to deal with it

then Bam first day of Fall

She touched me, not with her

hands,

but with an open mind to truly

let me in.

She anchored me in a consistent

truth,

holding me in a stillness that

leaves me scared of the end.

My cosmic lover—she is no mere

whisper,

but an open de...

Please remove this yoke from my shoulders Lord

I beseech you

Help me lord

Help me please

Help me carry this weight

The weight of the world got me weak in the knees

Carrying the Christian cross white albatross

Keep me low to the ground

Grav...

Where have you gone?

I mean, how have you been?

Because, of course, you could

never leave my thoughts.

I keep returning to the orbit

where we used to meet,

where we’d share insights,

but the absence leaves me blind.

My words are blur...

does God like poetry?
when I stand before Him on the judgement day
will He chastise me for all that I had to say?
should I have split my nouns, verbs and adjectives
in a more reverent Sunday morning worship kind of way?

does God like poetry?
...

Your wings flapping as destiny shall continue on
Reminisce of once was, sings the lyrics of yesterday’s song
Your greatest courage, your unwavering strength
Our hearts, our passion, fused as ecstasy commenced
Soft whispers, so beautifully hear...

I learned to count my blessings on cracked sidewalks,
where the gutter taught arithmetic and the stoop kept time,
where old men bellowed scripture over double-cupped coffee
and kids traded futures like baseball cards — folded, worn,
worth measured b...

"I sit in the quiet you left behind

and wait for your loud, yet

gentle presence to return to me."

—JG ©2026

Im sorry to say that I was part of all the bullsh*t. I shoud have been more careful of the thoughts that I let ruminate in my mind. I left the front and the barn doors open and everything just filtered in unfiltered. The world was trying to get me...

Every time I call you,

It's goes to VOICEMAIL,

Just got me frustrated, and

wanting to scream and yell,

Just sitting there wondering, and

SAYING WHAT THE HELL!!!

My unanswered calls,

only time will only tell,

message by message, and

call a...

"Every minute that ticks by

without you at my side

is areason to tell the clock that

it’s time is up—

take myhand."

—JG @2026