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A diminitive mind said to b a drunk in charge

of Defens a Fox news former prejudge host

wants to live stream the firing squad killing

of the Fort Hood murderer the same diminitive

individual killing ...

the stars are speaking
they share tales in their twinkling
they converse of worlds
they've gazed upon
and mortals whose necks creak
as they cast their eyes upward
they congregate over wishes
spoken in hearts
as they race across galaxies
t...

The heart becomes soil.
Gratitude, the seed,
the mind carefully sows.
The soil tilled by remembrance,
holds every cherished thing,
collecting, recording, archiving
all that is dear.
Gratitude upon a fertile heart
finds nourishment.
Blessi...

Star lit night
Sky sparkling bright
Moon in full bloom
Silence fills the air
Not a whisper
Nor a crickets call
The world seeming still
In its movement
A cold chill lingers
A heart beats with a soft hum
A calmness
Blankets
Those whose e...

Come to me in the middle

of the night when my mind

is restless to dream.

Hum your sweet lullabies

in my ear, while your

shadow cradles me.

I wouldn’t mind the feel of

your warm breath against

my cheek as well.

And I wouldn’t min...

Silence became my default setting
For my input and voice.
Never received an outlet,
Never met recognition
Or value in its contribution.

So the voice retreated,
Found home in a mind
Where the corpses of past selves
Remain buried,
Remaini...

Please stay, don’t go—

for if you leave now you won’tknow.

You’d keep guessing, the wholenight

long—

just how far words can go.

This ache won’t ease, tight in my

throat,

each time our dialogue is

postponed.

Stay home.

We pray with our hands in our pockets,
with the TV on low—news anchor smiling
like he got a poker face for tragedy.
Mama hums a hymn through the back door,
but her fingers are counting the rent again,
tracing numbers like rosary beads she can't affor...

Bind me with your words

like pages from the Bible.

Call me what you wish,

but name me no King

til that title is earned.

Not until I have learned you

like the palm of my hand,

tracing your fingerprint.

Not until our stars align,

and I ...

I walk not alone.
Guards shield the unknown.
They converse in dreams,
through visions
of a world coexisting
in a realm beyond.

I walk not alone.
I am guarded
by beings who’ve walked this realm
and who walk the realm beyond.
They refuse...

If she but whispers ‘come’,

I will set out on foot,

longing for a road

that breaks me on the way to

her love.

For I seek not an easy journey,

but to wed hardship along my

path.

Let the earth under my soles

bear witness to the mile...

Love is not a property line

Empathy is not a lease to sign

I was never meant to hold a key

to a house that wasn’t mine

made up my mind to leave it behind

tired of paying rent in a heart

that leaves me out in a cold

I’m taking back the h...

Dipping,

steeping chi.

A campaign at its peak.

A pearlescent fluid release—

slipping…

melting,

settling deep.

Resonating gently,

till the cup is empty.

—JG ©2026

I'mtrapped in the future, a relic of thepast

My currency's all digital, I don'thave any more cash

No gifts in the present, just hopes, prayers, and wishes

The only thing I look forward to now, is washing my dirty dishes!

A soapyand tactile rem...

Got these two Ram 1500 pick up trucks 2006

called Grey Ghost 2012 Hemi Big Horn

called Big Buck

I mess with my friends I say

watch that license plant come alive

2006 plate says MRMELOD

can only use 7 letters or numbers

Pump up...

You are safe with me—

code for I’ve got you when

no one else does.

A love that comes from good

intentions,

locked inside a solid trust.

A love that is forever—

or at least an endeavor

of constant embrace.

A steady affirmation when...

A collected moment
resurfaces.

Starlit night,
clear skies,
streetlights
illuminating the way.

Two beings
walking.

Awkward silence
became a third wheel,
fed by racing thoughts.

Boy liked girl,
but never knew
whether those feeli...

Each touch, those faint ones that

tickle my senses,

reminds me of what I am missing.

You and I, existing far past the

mind’s mere glimpse—

where your rose scent is no longer

a hint,

but soaked deep into my warm

skin.

Our time spent i...

Stretching on tippy toes

to reach the edge of his lips,

her eyes dissolved —

a drift deep into an ascended sea,

spilling a quiet galaxy onto a silent

shore,before her mouth could utter

take me.

—JG ©2026

A graveyard exists,
where tombs lay
unmarked.

What lays there,
lost to the recesses
of time?

Who lays there,
if I recall,
are pieces of self
buried on shallow grounds.

A graveyard exists,
collecting bodies
whose forms
never came...