

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


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


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


Where are the love song sentiments
The reluctant partings
The needful longings
The passionate reunions
The soul worshiping
The celebration of every tiny quirk or trait
The promises of lifetime comfort
The celebrations of loving someone as they are
For exactly who and what they are
The love songs lied and now all end in tears
One day, who you are will not be who they want you to be
And the same will be true as you look at them
There will be no celebration
And you will wonder if there ever really was
I don't think there ever was
I think I was what was supposed to happen
Chosen to be cast in a role because I showed up to the audition
And no one else was qualified for the role
I learned the lines and the choreography
And it was good enough for a time
But good enough only gets you by for a time
I thought I really earned the part
That I embodied the role
That compliments were sincere
That the applause was genuine
But the flowers stopped coming at the end of the show
The costumes no longer fit
The auditorium is empty
Or worse, filled with disappointment and resentment
But I cannot remove the makeup
No matter how hard I scrub
And I cannot leave the stage
Because the show must go on
So I repeat the same steps on the worn floor
The soulless smile failing to light my eyes
Enduring until the music ends
-gws


With pen and ink Paper and light And a turn of phrase I start to write Of dreams and hopes Of nightmares and fears With strokes of ink A poem appears Like witch's spell Or bard's pub song From poet's heart My words are drawn To craft clever poems Each word I must weave Into a construction A heart can believe Whether magic or mischief Love story or lie I've just crafted a poem And now bid goodbye -gws


You treat me like a beautiful mind Asking my opinions Exploring ideas You invite me to engage in discordant conversation And uncomfortable curiosity You bid me to think deeply To test the boundaries of my beliefs You ask me to pull you down rabbit holes of rumination Neither of us sure where we will be lead Yet both of us excited for the journey We discuss, debate, and discover We challenge, and question, and deadlock Always honest and vulnerable Open, curious, and safe Exchanging thoughts and perspectives With the utmost love and respect And I thank you for every luminous minute -gws


When my roots are nourished The fire at my core ignites The light returns to my eyes As my soul flares bright with renewal Colors become more vivid Flavors more complex My pupils dilate The world is exciting again Enticing again When my roots are nourished My mind becomes expansive Filled with possibilities, curiosities, and wonderment My blood sings universal mysteries into my ears As I become wholly seated in my body So that I may experience life Amongst the tapestry of human sensations When my roots are nourished I crave deeper connections My need for physical touch grows Primal energy infuses my thoughts and dreams As I desire to experience the universe on a spiritual level Burning across the sky in an explosion of sacred energy Enlightened and sated and complete -gws


Venom and vitriol spill from your lips like waterfalls Splashing your acidic emotion onto everyone within earshot And like a corrosive acid Your droplets of rage dissolve peace and trust into Fumes of airborne poison Born like toxic dandelion seeds in a wind storm The toxin violates ears and thoughts and hearts Plants fear Births reflexive anxiety Rivers of cortisol flow through my blood The sickness consuming calm like a cancer Slowly destroying and corrupting every relationship That comes into contact with it -gws


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


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


A Book of Images by W.T. Horton & W. B. Yeats Published 1898 What wonderment do you contain Are you an account of actualities Or a tome of terrors A book of observations Or imaginings Your title so simple Your cover art surreal With its hand drawn landscape Or is it a dreamscape Did you inspire Did you create controversy Did you find a home on many Victorian library shelves Or did you gather dust in obscure bookshops Unnoticed and unread Your goldenrod cover calling to patrons like a beacon -gws