I learned to pray at red lights, palms pressed to the steering wheel
like Bible pages, pulsing under fluorescent city breath.
The green don’t mean go so much as promise—
a permission slip the block keeps borrowing
from the next heartbeat. Horns te...

Bam in your face

Its me Fall Summer I

just took your place

No warning no ease on in

smash mouth let the cool begin

All last two weeks hot hot

triple digit

high ninetys u had

to deal with it

then Bam first day of Fall

She touched me, not with her

hands,

but with an open mind to truly

let me in.

She anchored me in a consistent

truth,

holding me in a stillness that

leaves me scared of the end.

My cosmic lover—she is no mere

whisper,

but an open de...

Please remove this yoke from my shoulders Lord

I beseech you

Help me lord

Help me please

Help me carry this weight

The weight of the world got me weak in the knees

Carrying the Christian cross white albatross

Keep me low to the ground

Grav...

Where have you gone?

I mean, how have you been?

Because, of course, you could

never leave my thoughts.

I keep returning to the orbit

where we used to meet,

where we’d share insights,

but the absence leaves me blind.

My words are blur...

does God like poetry?
when I stand before Him on the judgement day
will He chastise me for all that I had to say?
should I have split my nouns, verbs and adjectives
in a more reverent Sunday morning worship kind of way?

does God like poetry?
...

Your wings flapping as destiny shall continue on
Reminisce of once was, sings the lyrics of yesterday’s song
Your greatest courage, your unwavering strength
Our hearts, our passion, fused as ecstasy commenced
Soft whispers, so beautifully hear...

I learned to count my blessings on cracked sidewalks,
where the gutter taught arithmetic and the stoop kept time,
where old men bellowed scripture over double-cupped coffee
and kids traded futures like baseball cards — folded, worn,
worth measured b...

"I sit in the quiet you left behind

and wait for your loud, yet

gentle presence to return to me."

—JG ©2026

Im sorry to say that I was part of all the bullsh*t. I shoud have been more careful of the thoughts that I let ruminate in my mind. I left the front and the barn doors open and everything just filtered in unfiltered. The world was trying to get me...

Every time I call you,

It's goes to VOICEMAIL,

Just got me frustrated, and

wanting to scream and yell,

Just sitting there wondering, and

SAYING WHAT THE HELL!!!

My unanswered calls,

only time will only tell,

message by message, and

call a...

"Every minute that ticks by

without you at my side

is areason to tell the clock that

it’s time is up—

take myhand."

—JG @2026

an apple a day
was supposed to keep the doctor away
but I sliced them up with
shots of Tanqueray
and thought to pen a few lines
but sometimes there's not too much to say
so lemme take a few long sips
and get this thing under way

should I s...

yesterday
the twain became one
voluptuous and virgin
America
to the most handsome
vivacious and viral
Democracy
the promises made to love
protect
cherish
til death do them part
white silk train
flowing from sea to shining sea
maid of ...

We learned to pray with neon and grit,
our knees on cracked sidewalks, palms on hot grates,
hands full of names we could not forget—
Mama’s breath, Daddy’s last laugh, the cousin
who never came home but still set the barbecue.
This city baptizes ...

Oh the infatuation with machines.

Point and click for d!ck pics

Stream virtual vaginas

Bandwidth baddies jack off sedentary slaves with high speed depravity

Download and drop a load on one dimensional illusions

Sexual screen savers hold hands...

High above all else,

we whisper confessions,

palming our giggles so they

won’t get out.

For she makes up for every

good breath ever withheld

from me, pressing my chest

gently with lips to my mouth.

—JG ©2026

Negative thoughts are pollution, just no other way to put it. But just because it is pollution, that doesn't mean you have to inhale the fumes. The air is clean out here and you have to just breathe it in.

That's your life force talking...inhal...

somebody on the stoop preachin' at sunrise,
hands like currency counting the day in nickels,
mama's coffee burned but she sips it proud—
that bitter better than the silence of empty pockets.
we move through the city like saved prayers,
feet slick on ...