Monday, September 12, 2016

I look into the future to see
what gods might one day be set before me.
The love of you I know
could so easily grow out of proportion.
Things of such beauty
are often subject to contortion
by our greed and impulsive desires;
when temptations become forest fires
burning down all we've built
from the inside out.
But we can be saved from this perilous disaster
if we do not fail to heed the Master;
always keeping Him on the throne;
always preserving our heart and home.

K.G.

Copyright 2016

Friday, September 9, 2016

I have so much love I want to give
and so little time I'm offered.
But in this den of scoffers
I have not given up
the hope that I will find
one
who will love me back.
It's not the courage that I lack,
but the strength to get up
when I'm knocked down again.
Otherwise I would've gotten back up
and told you how things really are,
and how I really feel,
and let you take that
as you will.

K.G.

Copyright 2016
Everything I've said to you,
every expression,
every heartbeat,
it was all said in secret.
You didn't hear it,
but I never expected you to notice.
Because you said things
and I don't think you meant them
how I would've liked to have taken them.
I'm not good enough to ask
if you might love me back,
but so long as you remain
the person who stole my heart years ago,
I will be happy.
We need more people like you in this world.

K.G.

Copyright 2016

The Prelude

Everything feels like it's falling,
not into place,
just falling
without ever hitting the ground.

Last night I dreampt of you,
it's the only thing I know how to do.
Because these feelings aren't welcome when I'm awake.
This smile is fake.

A car crash is preferable
when you've been waiting years
to hit the ground. Have you heard
my heart beat more softly
as time goes on
and on?

Hope has become my enemy throughout the years;
having me constantly gasping for breath
while I'm lying on the ground after the chains
on the swing snaps once again.

I refuse to let bitterness become my friend,
and so I still cling to hope
even after he betrays me
over
and over again.

My only true companion is language;
always desperately trying to carry the weight
I infuse into his words.

Tell me you don't love me, please,
so that I can walk away and lie down and sleep.
All I ever wanted before love was peace.

K.G.

Copyright 2016