If I Am Too Much

If I am too much
Then let me be too much
I am light and expansive
And I will not be constrained
By those who wish me to be small
For like the wind
I will not be caged

-gws

Not Enough

Not enough resources 
Not enough time
Not enough support 
Not enough me

-gws

Trophies

Do you earn medals for hurting me
Because you treat it like an Olympic sport?
Are my tears some cocktail that intoxicates your soul
For I have cried oceans at your words and deeds?
Is my pain the wood for your spiteful fire
For it seems to always stoke your rage higher?
When did the joy we shared turn to ash?
When did that concentrated venom infuse into your words?
When did you develop such resentment of me to turn your eyes to depth-less stone?

-gws

Arrested

Pulled out of time
By the ratcheting click of steel
Around thin and tender wrists
Humanity removed
Replaced by fear and shame

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Being Human

We are all cosmic energy 
And dirt steeped in water
Given form and life
Through fire's spark
And air's breath
Walking an existence
Flanked by destiny on one side
Free will on the other
Exploring the Tree of Life's branches
Of infinite possibilities
In a quest of being

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Whole

I cannot describe the powerful alchemy that occurs when I engage in deep conversation with someone I vibrate with
It fills up the place where magic lives in my soul
It is like rain in the desert
It makes me whole

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The Rider

You don't know me
But you think you do
I am the one who rides
The one who looks out from the eyes with impartial curiosity
I am here
I am, also, not
I am the third person perspective
Existing in a first person world
Standing in front of you
But hiding in plain sight

-gws

Encouragement for the New Poet

A reply to an Instagram poet’s profile quote

You are everything and your words are but an opportunity to climb a tower of knowing to get to you.
Those who do not rise to the challenge to make handholds of your lyrics and footholds of your prose are the ones whose lives lack the enrichment of your visions and the music of your descriptions
They are the ones who hold nothing in their hands while you hold the world

-gws

Joy of Destruction

Born deep inside of me
A glowing ember begging to ignite
To storm, snap, and snarl
A crimson shadow sharpening its claws
Scarlet eyes stalking opportunity
A monster lurking just below restraint
Whispering dark pleas for release
Begging for me to drop its chains
So its primal fires can erupt
And burn down the world
Howling triumphantly at the joy of destruction

-gws

Hungry

Hunger chasm deep
Engulfing and undenyable
Awareness of heat and heartbeat
Pulses pounding a compelling rhythm
Skin seeking skin
Lips seeking lips
All sensation and want
Shallow breaths
Whispered gasps
The spark ignites into a blaze
Two souls surrender
To flames of pleasure and need

-gws