Beware the greed of man

Which lies dormant

Festering slowly

Until it bubbles and boils

Spilling over

Tainting all it touches

Bringing ruin

To all in its wake

Innocent and will participants alike.

Beware the greed of ...

It takes something greasy

Covered in lard groove

Make yo butt cheeks itch

This is fo yobougie blacks

Who say we dont know how to act

Uncomfortablewith the funk coming out the kitchen

When that sweat run down yo back

Put the hu...

We are carbon based entities

A shell of our former selves

Destined for destruction

Break it down

Man make bombs

Man make promises

A pact made among suit and tie killers

Todays friend is tomorrows enemy

Break it down

Atom...

Among broken monsters

We reside

Ones whose cores

Lay broken beneath tissue

Growing around broken pieces

Where humanity once rested.

Among broken monsters

We walk

Teetering between friend and foe

One hostile encounter...

We pray with our knees bent to the cracked concrete,
hands cupped around warm paper cups and colder truths.
This is where wisdom smells like strong coffee and diesel,
where grandmama measures love in portions of Sunday collard,
where the barber trims ...

Call them my attitude hats

cause I wear um like that

All three like my front

license plate have the two

Vietnam campaign ribbons and

the 90 day basic training ribbon

and the words in all caps

VIETNAM vETERAN

One is a boonie...

The moment I met you, with my

mind out in space, the world

seemed to stop spinning.

Time unmoored in an instant,

and ever since, I have longed to

know your beginning—

and if it ends with me.

—JG ©2026

My Beloved,

let me strip the cloth away,

slow as a turning season.

I want the whole architecture,

the holy fractures first.

You are stunning when hidden,

but naked—

you are a beautiful blasphemy.

—JG ©2026

Dark clouds linger,

bloodshot eyes,

seeking permanence.

Tears falling—

an everyday occurrence,

seemingly now.

Dark clouds follow

every step taken,

feet leaving craters

from the load you carry,

whose weight

has ...

My heart is in a different place,

unfamiliar to this particular door,

but I stand firm while asking myself,

“what are you waiting for?”

With a peephole that peers through

my soul, it simply can’t be ignored,

as I step across its thr...

Dreams that have been dreamt

Once in a golden sunshine

Sparkling in a twilight

Glorious shown

Shone bright

In a pain now broken

Admist the everyday fight

Happiness

Faded in the plight

Gone now

Out of sight

Hold me like a cadence—

one that claims to whole on my

mind.

A pull so binding, we wouldn’t

regret what we left behind.

In the spaces between, our voices

carry light with every breath.

Let’s share a bond so seamless,

each exhal...

A LZ is a firebase or Landing Zone

the LZ I was on was called LZ Hard Times

up around An Khe Vietnam The LZ bout ten clicks

miles in the boonies from the big base camp which was 33

square miles its about one square mile circle 125 Infantrymen

Dont wanna hear nothin

bout trump good or bad

if you did not vote

Everyone seems to thinking

the same my vote dont

matter now look what you

got for a country

confusion illussions collusion

disater disorder

so it is by ac...

I see raindrops falling,

Droplets cascading down,

Saturating the windowpanes,

Which fog with every escaped breath.

Wonder fills my mind

As it races with thoughts.

The corrugated iron roof

Becomes a percussion instrument

Fall into my arms and let

yourself be like Autumn,

till the season passes slowly

stripping me of my veils.

May I be a bare branch in the

end—

locked in a winter that forgets

the world, but knows I shall

reveal no secrets.

Keep me wa...

A sweet serenade is your heart,

while I lay my head on your chest.

It livens me,

yet it lowers me into its depths,

allowing me to rest

—assured.

—JG ©2026

His light shined brightly

It was so bright that the only ones that could endure it was the ones that loved him and God himself

He was a king

From past to present

Love and pain

Excitement and despair it all rushed in

Not a care in...

Some things are better off unsaid

It always seems like the right time but the wrong moment to say things

Like this

Saying I love you seems so cliché

So, I just choose not to say it at all

Yet once again…here we are

Giving into te...

I’m sitting here on this bed wishing that I was all that you see

You’re telling me that you love me, but your actions aren’t saying the same

Tell me…does love still reside under this celling?

If I could make one wish it would be for you t...