Pride like the Lion

Majestic

Shield me from harm’s ways,

always damaging my sail,

saturating my spirit in waves

leaving me to shore-up a shell

Make me lively like the sky,

kissable against the moon’s maim,

a colorful pallet that meets the eye

on a canvas painted in soft rains

-Jg

Wolves

Ignorance points a gun,

an adolescent dies young,

taken away like a dandelion's petals

and a mother is tired of getting wind

One after the other

no longer in life with her,

drifting to a better light,

but no longer a prey for them

Mine

Deep in
like a heart submerged in trust

Low Batteries

Pecan complexion,

lying there without a shell,

stripped of her decency,

naked

No sleep,

just old reruns

and dominoes,

but who to pick a bone with?

She honed her wits,

stayed curious,

thought about him

but changed her mind

He is blind to see love,

will be gone before morning,

a fare warning

she is not wanted afterwards

-Jg

Rough Rider

Pearlescent traveler

give me a go

and I'll be a rover

as you unpave my road.

Ride me

into an engine overload

every time I ponder

you traking me home.

Let your pipes scream,

humming into vibrations

disobeying yellow lights

slowing only to capture my moan.

Leave me tired,

marked

by your wild driving,

drifting atop my solid loam.

-Jg

Pride like the Lion

African giant,

kente kufi donned,

skin two times bronzed

silk like churned butter.

Pride like the lion,

hyena's hate,

scar's brother,

the perfection son.

Many a women flocked,

but he chose one

made her his queen

and bowed only to her.

Together

their spirits spurred intimacy

til he fertilized a seed

later naming the sprout Symba.

-Jg

Irresistible

Candle light,

moon beams

peaked through

the window shutter.

She laid naked,

zebra laced

like a safari

uncovered.

Her body buttered,

lustered the night

while she slept quietly

through the down pour.

He watched drawn,

reefer smells dwindled

under her loud fragrance

til he could bare no more.

-Jg

Golden

A young black pioneer

paved his way

like cement trucks,

solidifying his road ahead.

He worked hard no less

even when the load was light,

albight slacking off

existed as the next man's leaning.

He kept beaming,

telling himself often,

your lumens will shine

light on the world.

Unfurl your roots he said,

dig deeper without measure,

shovel your melanin

and you'll find its treasure.

-Jg

Vital Sign

I will

jeopardise my breaths

flatlining without a fight to

stay vital amongst

your love

-Jg

Guitar Music

Lay with me in the grit of jet black sand

bracing for the near storm holding my hips;

prior to wind's bellows stroking every hair strand

kissing my sleek neck before chaffed lips.

Against the thunder and lightning array,

shield me, blanketing my wide-open hinges;

and as the scene has come to a delay,

hoist me above the superficial singes.

Strum on my center, lower, and louder,

until we arouse the lightening,

and as it eventuates in power,

may we make sound music fittingly.

-Jg