A passion for arts,

He is the epitome of a King with

a presence of mind to visit her dreams

to experience their combined colors

—JG ©2026

Stealing his heart
He had me at a sweet disadvantage
When he blazed the celestial element of time
Riding into my life on a dream

Whispering ancient secrets of old
Migrating my mind in and out of time
...

Pearly Gates
The Second Heaven
B.C

My Supreme King, there are whispers resonating to the skies above
You have sequestered a generational King, in the name of him confessing to an unknown queen, his immortal love
We must sift our intelligenc...

A moment in time where hearts know no bounds
Desires of affection of unforgotten yearns
Blind hearts burning the flames of silken sheets
Soaked with crimes of instilled passion
Sensations so strong, weakness asunder we fall
Whispers...

Inhale and exhale and close your eyes
Let me softly memorize your mind with lullabies whispered from the skies
Shh… just flow upon the crest of my words
I will always carry you like a breeze to understand my dialect of the Dove when soaring l...

"Asking" when does asking
collapse into begging

It happens when the hand
stays out too long

Waiting for a drop of water
to fall into the palm

Drawn from a well that's been
dry so long

I ask my mother a simple question
formulated from a n...

I dreamed of this day, I knew this was possible and the world did not even bend to my will. I looked inwards, asked and the answer was received. The truth is I knew it all along. I had to be still and listen for the answer to reach me. I spent too...

answers never came in spoken words in the silence of a room plans were delayed and calls went unheard shadows formed where trees should bloom seasons begging skies to change the current weather of ones mind the fog cleared from these eyes to see ...

Here we are as we wake under

the stars amidst blue covers,

you on one side and me on another,

two different scenes, yet the same

atmosphere

In between are time and distance

but with the mind to always find you,

with the mind that always...

Don't believe

the FALSE STORIES,

and the BOGUS LIES,

of FALSE DREAMS, and

HOPES are FIBS

IN DISGUISE,

They only say these

things to get

YOU ENTRIGUED,

When it comes

down to it,

IT'S NOT WHAT

YOU REALLY NEED,

They're UNTRUTHFUL TO

YOU...

I’m him

This pen

Stardust blend

Peaceful dwellings within

Then again…

I sin

Speak to God

He forgives again

I’m him

Isolation seeked

Universe speaks

Alignment reached

No need for preach

For he knows me

The N word

A color

A class

A people

Or

A person

Place

Or

Thing

Screamed

Whispered

Taunted

Six letters

Two syllables

Tell a story of Bipolar places

Up north

Down south

Out west

The N word

Say...

Read into me, feel my silken pages,

absent of a literal touch, but for

whatever the reason, present is still

your heartthat smiles.

Kiss me now if you must while no one

is looking, a mystery in itself, but you

don’t need to ask your li...

I could not touch her

This fingertip obsession

She is beyond the reachof my passion

Day late dollar short sore loser of love lost

I could not touch her

My memories miss the essence of her presence

The faint scent of her side of t...

When you have a business or even go to a business establishment, there are “Hours of Operation.” Meaning, a time from which the business is open, until the time they close.

As the owner of a business, you decide which hours you want your b...

Pots filled with raindrops, the roof

leaked a lot, things really started to

pour in, but regardless to what was

we didn't have the means to leave

Asthma showed its face, invading

my lungs, holding up my air space,

yet my good grace did ...

Just stopping through on a Friday with my spiritual incantationto advise you always to seek peace, find your center, and give yourself mental clarity, as it cradles and keeps you.

I would like to wish everyone a consecrated day, and it is late su...

Just lay there a while,I want to admire

thismomentafter you've awaken face

bare,hairout of place, and in that

attire of sorts

To run my fingers across your

blemishes,for theyseem nothing,

but still myeverythingjust as you are

Just a...

(old song lyrics I found in my "attic..")

sometimes I happen to pass by
and there’s a light in the living room window
another car is parked beside your door
I keep on going and don’t look back
but the tears start to flow
and I find myself ...