Arrested

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

-gws

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

-gws

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

-gws

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

Pen Stroke

There is magic in a pen stroke

-gws

Practice

If you were to leave right now
I'd be just fine
I already know how to survive without you
You have provided me with years of practice

-gws

Demon

He told me resentful tales of taking up arms to slay my demons

I had no demons before him
He was my demon

-gws