Writer's Relapse

Epidemic

Gun shots ringing out,   
no answers for the loved ones    
of a young innocent child    
 
-Jg

Incomplete

Tired of being—

the laugh of the joke,

the fun of the poke

with no hopes, what dreams?

Screams with no voice,

soft as that of a mouse

trapped and tapped out,

hollow like holes in the cheese

-Jg

Sheltered

Summer's night had a sky blue,

I remember very clearly

being caught dead to rights,

but it was worth it to see you

Pebble stones aloft thoughtful

falling over and again like I had

all for your enchanting creation,

though flaws didn’t miss the eyeful

A glimpse of you felt as always

like the endless perspective of stars,

greeting me at the weathered windowpane 

wanting and wishing the desolation away.

Recognition

A prisoner in my own mind

shackled to the brain’s stem,

I keep conjuring that belief,

Off to See the Wizard

She was all of my words spoken,

but choked became the reality

of gravity taking the sanity

from the mind she gave me.

Made me?

Oh nah, but she helped paved me

like a yellow brick road

til I had a heart for the first time.

Mine she was

but mind she was home with herself

accept where she wanted to be

as I could not find my courage.

Core is...

not deploring a woman of the isle

leaving her on an island 

to be a man for herself.

-Jg

State of Mind

Sugar, sugar

molasses brown

sweet like cereal milk

at the end of my breakfast.

My zest leads from you

following your footsteps

out from bed

headed two steps closer to future.

Two steps closer to pewter strands

having grown old together,

tattered some through the journey

while still forging our black love.

Us,

evermore touching shoulders

seated at the thrown

creating an empire.

-Jg

Unwanted

Good for nothing

but making babies ex

called me shady

when I'd been all of the sun.

She'd run

into the dark of night

telling ghost stories

about how I wasn't worthy.

Dirty dancing

on some caspers' crotch,

she was hot in the panties

but only given cold leers.

Chills up the spine,

hers not mine

of the nightmare

she had feared.

-Jg

Silence of the Lambs

All was clamor where they'd play,

but silence became of the lambs;

their air shot dead

wounded by the lion's eye.

A suffocating intrusion

heaving to endure the bind

while protectors scramble

to shield the innocence.

Too late were their reactions

and young lives fell negated.

Young lives taken,

boys for men

playing I hate you with bullets

rather than with the swing of a fist.

-Jg

Shades of Grey

She self medicated

the tension between us,

headaches

meditated softly.

Rum and coffee,

cocoa and toffee,

her nook in the corner

wanted no parts of me.

Her pages turned

before her filaments gray,

too old for an age

displayed not of grown men.

We spanned over years

but I was a stunt in growth,

a chapter not read to finish,

an ending before the end.

-Jg

A Daughter's Cry

Broken,

not an x-ray

nor color knew her bruise,

she was open for closure.

Lying by her bed side

he covered her feelings up

til she pressed that button

calling to nurse her self.

In good health

she excercised her demon

that couldn't get the pleasure out

of his eyes when he saw her.

His own daughter,

she lived unfathered,

rather like a lady of the streets

being no man's queen.

She was some man's dream

and she knew that

beyond the virginity

she couldn't get back.