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