*He's screwed this country long enough, in every orifice, the stuff that leaves his mouth, I swear, is brazen horsey sh1t, like hip hop from the early 80s; in the place to be, I am The Cunning Linguist, I refuse to take his meat. *PAUSE*

*I'm ...

Beloved,

may I remove all of your clothes,

slowly but surely revealing all of

what’s underneath.

For I wish to lay eyes on your Godly

creation, in full—

Paying utmost attention to your flaws

as they are most sacred to me.

—JG ©2026

There was an incident where a man and his family escaped a near death experience. A drunk driver was driving on the wrong side of the highway headed straight towards them. The man swerved to avoid the head on collision. As the car drove right past...

I was floating on cloud 9. I was pissed off that I had to wait until 9, I collected all 8 along the way and I must say, it was beautiful. I was breathing in God and exhaling something completely different. I was in a dark room and I could not see ...

I am a conquerer, thats what I came here for and I have been firing on all pistons. I cracked a few cylinder heads and kept going. I wasnt even looking back, I was stacking win on top of win, heck I was stacking wins on top of losses. I didnt care...

I’m embracing the unwritten

lines in between your quiet;

My hands, gentle enough to

inhabit you without breaking

the stillness.

Don’t express to me how it

feels,

but do close your eyes, and take

it all in as our time reveals.

Rela...

I been holding this city like a gospel in my palms,
walking sermons between crackled sidewalks and the light of watchful streetlamps.
Grandma used to say—“keep your chin up, baby,”
and she said it like it was a currency, like it paid rent and h...

There is nothing more powerful then a changed mind

Throughlife's experiences you'll have to revert from the wrongs to findclarity and peace

And as the days pass on you'll notice the changes around as you grow through your life's timeline

The corner preaches at midnight — neon pulpit,
porch light baptism for hands that never stopped working.
Mama hums a hymn to the fridge light,
stirring pot-talk into the night like molasses,
slow and sweet, thick with prayers she never taught in sch...

Under the silk tide in moonlit haze

I whisper your name where comets blaze

My soul reborn in sanctified dreams

Our spirit finds refuge deep within cosmic seams

Celestial flame begins to surmise

Gaia breathes through ancient skies

Through riv...

To heal continental nations
Could never bring back the horrific sorrows unto my skin with monetary reparations
Shall my mind turn away from the greed of man
Who dipped their shovels within our sacred land

Paid us no wages for labor to dig for ...

Do not be concerned about other people's possessions

Be grateful for things that you have for there are hundreds of thousands that would love to have your Blessings

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Are you amused???

Do I bring you joy???

Do I entertain, or

intrigued you???

A SPECTACLE

YOU'LL ENJOY,

You wanna see

a show???

I light up the night

so watch me glow!!!

I AM THE BOMB,

so look out below,

I keep you guessing

so you'll nev...

Come,

and don’t hold your breath—

let your words flow fluidly.

Hmm, a wet plurality—

Come again,

and merge with me,

a togetherness neither one

of us in this life has achieved.

—JG ©2026

I learned to pray under streetlights,
grandma's curtains flapping like slow hands,
the city humming gospel between the cracks.
There was a time I thought poetry belonged
only to church pulpits and slow Sunday voices —
then the corner taught me cadenc...

Have a Happy safe Labor Day

A lil Earth Wind And Fire this Labor Holiday

Thats The Way Of The World name of the song

The world sets aside a path for any man that knows exactly were he is going.

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See the Dream

Chase the Dream

Obess the Dream

Be the Dream

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If you have been giving the opportunity to wake up and see another day, you still have time to change whatever it is that's holding you back and in your way

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I learned to pray with my back against a brick wall,
knees in the gutter where the light forgot to shine.
Mama hummed hymns beneath the buzz of streetlamps,
her voice a map that always led me home —
even when home was two rooms and a busted heater
an...