Menace to Society

Menace to Society

Meet the eyes of a monster,

chained,

sponsored by the state

meant to be painted pretty.

Sitting colored like the sun,

days soon to be numbered

like his new ensemble,

guilty before proven innocent.

Meet the eyes of a monster,

unashamed, who pays homage

to being dishonest

because the devil is his truth.

Sitting colored like embers,

a blazing fire beneath the cold stare

with malice against the cleared air,

guilty of demeaning you too.

—JG

Faded Bouquet

Screams with no voice,

mousey,

hiding out inside of a dark space.

Skittish with no comfort,

kittenish, pupils wide

pulling her necklace.

Meanwhile he’s still reckless,

a bandit, coon eyed,

not welcomed in their place.

Flourishing with no grace,

withering, a faded bouquet

without a vow to replicate.

—JG

Decaying Reactions

News flash, but before reading it

I know it’s concerning a mother,

a father, or even a young kid.

Killer made famous, those living slow

make it to the finish line faster than

the rabbit ever did.

It’s ludicrous for any man born to be

King throw down his crown for a clown

hat; damn all of you jesters!

Damn all of them who make gestures

in front of evil thoughts, standing

behind reasons that only fester.

- G

Falling-Out

Doors slammed shut,
a voice raised in decibel,
“You hit me!”, she screamed,
and vanished over the threshold.

He watched lowly from the street
as her image lost all focus,
and pictured his world without her
in front of his camera’s lens.

Incoming calls rang,
but none he wanted to answer;
not adding up to the digits
equating the label he longed for.

He tried many times to reach out,
but he was blocked, forbidden,
like an evil New Orleans entity -
a disgrace after heartbreak.

Months went by in his loneliness,
eye’s swollen after fighting with tears,
wearing his own abuse, but still,
discounting the wrong he’d done.

Down to his last ounce of pride
he bellowed out, “I’m sorry!”, but,
was it an apology to himself, or,
was it that he’d wished she heard it?

Tanka Poem - Locoemotion

Poetry in motion,
leaving the mind’s temporal
like a moving freight;
emotions riding aboard,
some delayed, others on time.

- Jg
 

For Better or Worse

Diamonds fashioned under a rainbow
Water dripping on a manicured hand
Feelings inscribed inside vows
No bending, no breaking, no pressure

Arguments pointing fingers around
Clocks ticking in anxiety needing time
Tears producing regretful apologies
No retreat, no regress, no spite

Memories growing through hard roads
Late nights with lullabies crying loudly
Idle hours restless exercising worry 
No pain, no gain, no intermission

- Jg

Muse

Beautiful melanated being,
like a masterpiece on canvas
painted every way but perfect,
someone has an eye for you

Stretch marks…um..I see growth,
every movement you’ve made
staid about who you are,
far from what made you scared 

Those dimples sit deep,
yet they don’t negate your smile,
still strong enough to brighten day,
to fulfill an ardor in him that stays

-Jg

Epidemic

Gun shots ringing out,   
no answers for the loved ones    
of a young innocent child    
 
-Jg

Incomplete

Tired of being—

the laugh of the joke,

the fun of the poke

with no hopes, what dreams?

Screams with no voice,

soft as that of a mouse

trapped and tapped out,

hollow like holes in the cheese

-Jg

Sheltered

Summer's night had a sky blue,

I remember very clearly

being caught dead to rights,

but it was worth it to see you

Pebble stones aloft, thoughtful,

falling over and again like I had

all for your enchanting creation,

though flaws didn’t miss the eyeful

A glimpse of you felt as always

like the endless perspective of stars,

greeting me at the weathered window pane, 

wanting and wishing the desolation away.

- Jg