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Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
VIVE PRO HODIERNO
Vive Pro Hodierno
Yesterday,
cracked open,
broken bones find unearthly shapes—
viper words whip past your lips
landing like a
sledge hammer to cold hard steel—
the past
pounding relentlessly in my head.
Today,
vast night air cleanses—
passions’ emptiness
settles soot from calamity--
Held breath unchained
blends perfectly into peace.
And standing close
next to you, my temple;
I have found my religion.
TJKG
Monday, August 20, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
I LAUGH KNOWING I AM APPROACHING 50
You, as much as anyone in the universe, deserve your love and respect. Buddha
I Laugh Knowing I Am Approaching 50
She looks like a woman I never met.
Her wiry hair forms phone-cord curls,
energized words fall like afghans
over pale shoulders seemingly
wrapped around a skim milk
woman who fades away from her.
Coffee and bangles, a ladies’
mirage, a freckled smile
accompanies an over-produced world.
She clears, and I hear her say confidently,
“I laugh knowing
I would never do that.”
She would never do what?
I ask myself and sip my cappuccino--
She would never say no to inconvenience
when she knows no means no.
Never say I am beautiful in a mortal world.
Never do what a man does, knowing she can--
as she constantly banters inequalities’ tired face.
Never find fury in the homeless heart,
as she feeds a pop-tart to her own off-spring.
Never find resolve in a voice worth hearing,
a voice screaming vulgarity in frozen hell.
Never realize you are worth more than the money
or the silent murderers who roam in the public eye.
I weep knowing I would never do that.
We met in the day the way
siblings pass in the hallway.
A sea-shell night-light glows,
the bathroom door closes,
and like lovers lost
in the journey of time.
A quiet rehearse,
a tender questioning,
a reproach of togetherness,
two strangers focus on daily coffee.
And a phone rings, unearthly sounds
tares our café bubble.
We stoically breathe, hoping
we will never laugh at our freedom.
TJKG
Monday, August 13, 2012
SMILE THERAPY 28
Smile Therapy 28
I am in smile therapy when
I ride my new
vintage Suburban Schwinn
at the beach and
at the perfect time, I witness
a father and his baby daughter
exchanging a lovingly beautiful smile--
pure, innocent love combined in
our five second connection.
My heart swelled and
My heart swelled and
melted at the same time.
A memoryburned inside of me like the sunrise.
TJKG
Friday, August 10, 2012
OZ IN US.
Oz In Us
I love the
ruby slippers
you gave me.
I just love them.
And for those
I just love them.
And for those
unworn shoes,
(which fit my feet
perfectly)
your legs
deserve my hands
to push the
fluid from the
swollen home
of your ankles.
TJKG
TJKG
Monday, August 6, 2012
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