one overcast day
I was driving along the city streets
just as I had anticipated
it stated to rain
first came small rain drops
sprinkling the ground
then larger rain drops
followed at a faster pace
no time or space
in between
the raindrops
now an all out downpour
people on the streets
darted here and there
under this and under that
everyone hiding from the rain
those of us driving
quickly rolled up our windows
keeping the rain at bay
people in buildings
stayed put
realizing not even an umbrella
would be sufficient
to keep them remotely dry
i thought
how strange and peculiar
for us to hide from this rain
such a beautiful display
the earth cleansing itself
of hatred, bitterness and turmoil
that plagues it spirit and soul.
we all need to stop running away from ourselves
and come out of our hiding places
stand in the rain
be washed cleaned
i mean . . . lets face it . . .
if we were not here
how much suffering would there be
Posted 12/9/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Roots from the soles of his feet
Little black boy standing in the shade under the tree of life
Watching the leaves of opportunity and chance
Fall just out of his reach
Watching the leaves of opportunity and chance
Fall just out of his reach
He is unable to move crawl walk or run
The roots from the tree of life have grown into
The soles of his feet
Small branches choke his ashy ankles
Hanging him upside down right side up
Thick overgrown foliage at the top of the tree
Does not always allow the rain to feed
The fertile ground at the base of the tree
Where his inspiration for growth comes and goes
Red roses with pointy thorns grow
From the palms of his bleeding hands
When he tries to smell the sweet peddles of the rose
The little black boy is stung on the tip of his nose by
Pollinating bumble bees that feed on his nectar
From the palms of his bleeding hands
When he tries to smell the sweet peddles of the rose
The little black boy is stung on the tip of his nose by
Pollinating bumble bees that feed on his nectar
The red roses often die when he clinches his fist
To pound the dirt to loosen his feet
So he can be free
To pound the dirt to loosen his feet
So he can be free
The little black boy often cries
He know he cannot survive without
The roots from the tree of life
He know he cannot survive without
The roots from the tree of life
Posted 12/9/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Ingest the Full Moon
I want to ingest the full moon and spit out fables and legends of ware wolfs, silver bullets and once bitten, vampires, crosses and wooden stakes through the hart, the mummy and course form the raiding of the tombs.
I wan to ingest the full moon and live in a haunted house up on a hill when it’s always night time and it’s always raining.
I want to fall through trap doors and no one can hear my screams and there is no way to escape.
I wan tot ingest the full moon and be locked in a cemetery and chased like the people from the movie “Night of the Living Dead” (the black and white version).
I want to be buried alive so I can hear the dirt being shoveled on top of my wooden casket that’s’ way to small, I can hardly breath.
I want ingest the full moon and dream that I’m falling and never wake up, chased and can never run fast enough, fight off the monster and can never hit hard enough.
I want to choke on darkness and spit up the pieces of the full moon, fall face first to the ground and suffocate on the thoughts of surviving
Posted 12/9/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
I wan to ingest the full moon and live in a haunted house up on a hill when it’s always night time and it’s always raining.
I want to fall through trap doors and no one can hear my screams and there is no way to escape.
I wan tot ingest the full moon and be locked in a cemetery and chased like the people from the movie “Night of the Living Dead” (the black and white version).
I want to be buried alive so I can hear the dirt being shoveled on top of my wooden casket that’s’ way to small, I can hardly breath.
I want ingest the full moon and dream that I’m falling and never wake up, chased and can never run fast enough, fight off the monster and can never hit hard enough.
I want to choke on darkness and spit up the pieces of the full moon, fall face first to the ground and suffocate on the thoughts of surviving
Posted 12/9/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Monday, December 7, 2009
First Last Time
I carry you this first last time
My duty for sure
One man of six
One hand of twelve
Five steps to go
6ft down
I carry you this first last time
The handle is cold
My hand is numb
The box is shinny and new
Four steps to go
6ft down
I carry you this first last time
Overcast sky
Rain on the way
Faces painted in sorrow
Three steps to go
6ft down
I carry you this first last time
I hear the grass folding under my feet
My heart is heavy and empty
Two steps to go
6ft down
I carry you this first last time
The end of your journey
I can not take my last step
My hand slips away
Holding onto nothing
My knees give out
I fall
6ft down
12/7/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
My duty for sure
One man of six
One hand of twelve
Five steps to go
6ft down
I carry you this first last time
The handle is cold
My hand is numb
The box is shinny and new
Four steps to go
6ft down
I carry you this first last time
Overcast sky
Rain on the way
Faces painted in sorrow
Three steps to go
6ft down
I carry you this first last time
I hear the grass folding under my feet
My heart is heavy and empty
Two steps to go
6ft down
I carry you this first last time
The end of your journey
I can not take my last step
My hand slips away
Holding onto nothing
My knees give out
I fall
6ft down
12/7/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Friday, November 27, 2009
The Moon is Outrageous
The moon is outrageous
Hanging in the midnight
Glowing as it does
By way of sun light
Reflecting Across the surface
Of lakes rivers and streams
The poetic hymns of
Rhythmic gestures
Written in codes
Keeping in time with the
Menstrual cycles
Of tides rising and falling
All the fish still in schools
Instinctively call out
To the outrageous moon
To guide them
To the city of Atlantis
By way of
Celestial maps
Drawn by
Greek gods and goddesses
Protected by
Gargoyles and angels
These fish
Basking in the glory
Of their own existence
Discuss why their ancestors
Walked away from the sea
To be among the human race
Nov 26, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Hanging in the midnight
Glowing as it does
By way of sun light
Reflecting Across the surface
Of lakes rivers and streams
The poetic hymns of
Rhythmic gestures
Written in codes
Keeping in time with the
Menstrual cycles
Of tides rising and falling
All the fish still in schools
Instinctively call out
To the outrageous moon
To guide them
To the city of Atlantis
By way of
Celestial maps
Drawn by
Greek gods and goddesses
Protected by
Gargoyles and angels
These fish
Basking in the glory
Of their own existence
Discuss why their ancestors
Walked away from the sea
To be among the human race
Nov 26, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Remember my name
look for me through the wind and rain
thunder remember my name
my dreams my thoughts
soaked to the bone by the rain
my dreams my thoughts
blown dry by the wind
my name is hushed by the thunder
call out to me
again and again
I am here
in the wind and the rain
you remember my name
Nov 24, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
thunder remember my name
my dreams my thoughts
soaked to the bone by the rain
my dreams my thoughts
blown dry by the wind
my name is hushed by the thunder
call out to me
again and again
I am here
in the wind and the rain
you remember my name
Nov 24, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Jagged Edges
little boy slumped
against the jagged edges
in the corner of his mind
his cheeks are creased
by the trail of tears
left behind the total eclipse
of the sun (son)
his smile hangs askew
where his laughter should be
April 2004
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
against the jagged edges
in the corner of his mind
his cheeks are creased
by the trail of tears
left behind the total eclipse
of the sun (son)
his smile hangs askew
where his laughter should be
April 2004
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Dusk Dawn
As twilight fades
the reminiscence of dust and dawn
Drain from the sky
puddle at the feet of the kids
they wade through
find themselves waist deep
in life lost without good reason
they are lead to believe
this is their peace
who will deny the children
when thrice the crow cocks
Nov 14, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
the reminiscence of dust and dawn
Drain from the sky
puddle at the feet of the kids
they wade through
find themselves waist deep
in life lost without good reason
they are lead to believe
this is their peace
who will deny the children
when thrice the crow cocks
Nov 14, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
Speak to me when you see me on the street
Say more than hi and how are you doing
Talk to me all the way to my house
So I am not alone
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
If you see me walking offer me a ride
Don’t drop me off at the corner
Take me all the way home
So I am not alone
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
If you see me in a bar and you buy me a drink
Buy me more than one or two
Crown and coke is what I like
Make sure I get home safe
So I am not alone
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
If you dance with me at a party
Let’s dance to the fast songs
Let’s dance to the slow jams too
We can have one last dance at my place
So I am not alone
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
If you want to spend some time together
At my house
In my bed
Lying next to me
Hold me in your arms
Let me indulge myself in the essence of you
Curl your tongue around the vowels in my name
Please be here in my bed
When I wake up in the morning
Cause as you can see
I am a mess under these sheets
When I am alone
Nov 14, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Say more than hi and how are you doing
Talk to me all the way to my house
So I am not alone
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
If you see me walking offer me a ride
Don’t drop me off at the corner
Take me all the way home
So I am not alone
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
If you see me in a bar and you buy me a drink
Buy me more than one or two
Crown and coke is what I like
Make sure I get home safe
So I am not alone
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
If you dance with me at a party
Let’s dance to the fast songs
Let’s dance to the slow jams too
We can have one last dance at my place
So I am not alone
Cause under these sheets I’m a mess
If you want to spend some time together
At my house
In my bed
Lying next to me
Hold me in your arms
Let me indulge myself in the essence of you
Curl your tongue around the vowels in my name
Please be here in my bed
When I wake up in the morning
Cause as you can see
I am a mess under these sheets
When I am alone
Nov 14, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Friday, October 23, 2009
Me and the boy
I picked him up from school
A favor for a friend
I drive
He sat in the back seat looking out the window
I said hi
He said hi
I asked did you know I was picking you up from school
Yes he said
I asked how was school
Fine he said
We got drinks from Sonic
We waited at the Bookstore until he was to be
picked up by his grandmother
We sat
He started his homework
I started to read a book
I was drinking a fresh fruit slushy
He was drinking eating a thick shake of some kind
We are both aware of each others presence
This is our first time alone
We are unsure of what to say
We are unsure of what to talk about
I ask a question
He answers
No conversation in-between
He continues to do his homework
I continue to read my book
We seem to have nothing in common but knowing the same people
His parents
His sister
His aunts and uncles
Both his grand mothers
I have know him since his birth
He has known me since his birth
But still we have nothing to talk about
Maybe we are unknowingly saving conversation for the next time
we sit in the bookstore alone together
I may have to pick him up tomorrow
What will we say
Oct 22, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
A favor for a friend
I drive
He sat in the back seat looking out the window
I said hi
He said hi
I asked did you know I was picking you up from school
Yes he said
I asked how was school
Fine he said
We got drinks from Sonic
We waited at the Bookstore until he was to be
picked up by his grandmother
We sat
He started his homework
I started to read a book
I was drinking a fresh fruit slushy
He was drinking eating a thick shake of some kind
We are both aware of each others presence
This is our first time alone
We are unsure of what to say
We are unsure of what to talk about
I ask a question
He answers
No conversation in-between
He continues to do his homework
I continue to read my book
We seem to have nothing in common but knowing the same people
His parents
His sister
His aunts and uncles
Both his grand mothers
I have know him since his birth
He has known me since his birth
But still we have nothing to talk about
Maybe we are unknowingly saving conversation for the next time
we sit in the bookstore alone together
I may have to pick him up tomorrow
What will we say
Oct 22, 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Saturday, October 10, 2009
fluttering moments
in between the moment
the sheer curtain
flutters up and drifts down
the wind almost sneaking into the room
a cat jumps on the window seal
sitting in between the screen
and sheer curtain
unaware of her natural timing
to slip in between
a fluttering moment
jrg 9/12/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
the sheer curtain
flutters up and drifts down
the wind almost sneaking into the room
a cat jumps on the window seal
sitting in between the screen
and sheer curtain
unaware of her natural timing
to slip in between
a fluttering moment
jrg 9/12/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Even though it rains
The rain drops fall fast and slow
The grass gets wet
The trees and flowers get wet
The dirt turns to mud
The streets get slick
The people dash about trying not to get wet
The T-Shirts get wet
The Jeans get wet
The Shoes get wet
The animals take cover
The weatherman gets to work
The umbrellas go up
The rain coats get worn
The rain boots are still to hot
The lighting flashes
The thunder roars
The wind blows
The sun is covered by clouds
The moon is covered by clouds
The stars are covered by clouds
The puddles are born
The splashes are random, sometimes
The gutters overflow
The bird baths get filled
The dog dish left out gets filled
The buckets left out gets filled
The sticks, twigs and leaves float along the curbs
The romance is in the air
The picnic gets rained out
The ball game gets rained out
Even though it rains, things get wet
jrg 9/29/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
The grass gets wet
The trees and flowers get wet
The dirt turns to mud
The streets get slick
The people dash about trying not to get wet
The T-Shirts get wet
The Jeans get wet
The Shoes get wet
The animals take cover
The weatherman gets to work
The umbrellas go up
The rain coats get worn
The rain boots are still to hot
The lighting flashes
The thunder roars
The wind blows
The sun is covered by clouds
The moon is covered by clouds
The stars are covered by clouds
The puddles are born
The splashes are random, sometimes
The gutters overflow
The bird baths get filled
The dog dish left out gets filled
The buckets left out gets filled
The sticks, twigs and leaves float along the curbs
The romance is in the air
The picnic gets rained out
The ball game gets rained out
Even though it rains, things get wet
jrg 9/29/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
The Last Time I Looked
The last time I looked
No one was there
Nothing was there
Not my voice
Not myself
Not anything I had lost
Not anything from any of my last times
Not anything I couldn't remember
Not anyone I knew
Not anyone I haven't meet
No poets
No priest
No prostitutes
No pimps
No pets
Not the morning birds
Not the morning songs
Not the morning dew on the grass
Not the occasional glance
Not the meaningful stare
Not my sight
Not my hearing
Not anything I had found
Not anything I wasn't looking for
Not anything from any of my first times
Not anything I could remember
Not anyone I knew
Not anyone I will know
No lovers
No liars
No leaches
No loners
No losers
Not the night owls
Not the midnight music
Not the worms lured out by the moon light
The last time I looked
Nothing was there
jrg 9/29/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
No one was there
Nothing was there
Not my voice
Not myself
Not anything I had lost
Not anything from any of my last times
Not anything I couldn't remember
Not anyone I knew
Not anyone I haven't meet
No poets
No priest
No prostitutes
No pimps
No pets
Not the morning birds
Not the morning songs
Not the morning dew on the grass
Not the occasional glance
Not the meaningful stare
Not my sight
Not my hearing
Not anything I had found
Not anything I wasn't looking for
Not anything from any of my first times
Not anything I could remember
Not anyone I knew
Not anyone I will know
No lovers
No liars
No leaches
No loners
No losers
Not the night owls
Not the midnight music
Not the worms lured out by the moon light
The last time I looked
Nothing was there
jrg 9/29/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Monday, August 31, 2009
do not disturb a living thing
let the sunlight shine down on your head
let the warmth of the day
radiate down your backbone
let the natural rhythm, beats and tones
of the earth songs
pulsate through the soles of your feet
so when you walk
here and there to and fro
you do not disturb a living thing
jrg 8/29/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
let the warmth of the day
radiate down your backbone
let the natural rhythm, beats and tones
of the earth songs
pulsate through the soles of your feet
so when you walk
here and there to and fro
you do not disturb a living thing
jrg 8/29/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Moon Song
glowing moon shine so bright
try to wake sleeping song birds
in the middle of the night
jrg 8/29/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The View from the Sky
The view from the sky
I could not see the ground
I was flying
I was on the ground
I could not see the clouds the sky did not exist
I took a deep breath the air did not exist
I could not hold my breath forever
I put my ear to the ground
I cold hear them walking to read from my book about you
I could not put the words together
to explain how it feels when you're not here with me
I can not explain how it feels not have those words
I can not explain that either
I can not explain this either
I can not explain any of it
I miss not knowing you
jrg 8/27/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
I could not see the ground
I was flying
I was on the ground
I could not see the clouds the sky did not exist
I took a deep breath the air did not exist
I could not hold my breath forever
I put my ear to the ground
I cold hear them walking to read from my book about you
I could not put the words together
to explain how it feels when you're not here with me
I can not explain how it feels not have those words
I can not explain that either
I can not explain this either
I can not explain any of it
I miss not knowing you
jrg 8/27/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Interpretation of Time
I am inspired by your interpretation of time
as it echoes through eternity
soars past forever
and amplifies the aching eloquence
of the conflict between
your beauty and yourself
you beauty's only goal
is to induce my pleasure
my pleasure needs to be extraordinary
as my ordinary day
became an extraordinary life
as my heart meet your soul
your soul
became my life
in life there is fate
fate is the queen of cosmic relationships
that put us on opposite ends
of the same spot
at precisely different times
we can only coexist in the void of timeless
created by the moons double gravitational pull
that separates the earth from the ground
the waters from the sea
and the heavens from the sky
jrg 2004
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
as it echoes through eternity
soars past forever
and amplifies the aching eloquence
of the conflict between
your beauty and yourself
you beauty's only goal
is to induce my pleasure
my pleasure needs to be extraordinary
as my ordinary day
became an extraordinary life
as my heart meet your soul
your soul
became my life
in life there is fate
fate is the queen of cosmic relationships
that put us on opposite ends
of the same spot
at precisely different times
we can only coexist in the void of timeless
created by the moons double gravitational pull
that separates the earth from the ground
the waters from the sea
and the heavens from the sky
jrg 2004
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Liquid Womb
Making love in the liquid womb of your existence
you come to me the candle light
I'll lead you from the daylight
I am the flicker of the flame
that will descend behind you mind
and illuminate your thoughts
I will burglarize your consciousness
and take away your
doubts, hesitations and procrastinations
to give into me
as we cherish the twilight
and wait for the power to run out on the moon
so that we may consume
the pitch black of ecstasy
that is sure to come
as the relentless beat
of my native drum
pound into your soul
taps into your spinal cord
your desire passion lust
will drip and oz into my hands
like thick syrup from a maple tree
on a warm summer night
you'll react to the cool breeze
of my racing thought of you
as I ride your goosebumps
as they descend into your skin
so I can be closer to you
and you to me
jrg
July 04
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
you come to me the candle light
I'll lead you from the daylight
I am the flicker of the flame
that will descend behind you mind
and illuminate your thoughts
I will burglarize your consciousness
and take away your
doubts, hesitations and procrastinations
to give into me
as we cherish the twilight
and wait for the power to run out on the moon
so that we may consume
the pitch black of ecstasy
that is sure to come
as the relentless beat
of my native drum
pound into your soul
taps into your spinal cord
your desire passion lust
will drip and oz into my hands
like thick syrup from a maple tree
on a warm summer night
you'll react to the cool breeze
of my racing thought of you
as I ride your goosebumps
as they descend into your skin
so I can be closer to you
and you to me
jrg
July 04
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Moon Rise
moon rise up the back bone
suicide murders the inside
these hands pull past
the brink of destruction
feet scorched
worn (souls)
and lost ways
leaving behind
foot prints
of things to come
jrg 5/7/05
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
suicide murders the inside
these hands pull past
the brink of destruction
feet scorched
worn (souls)
and lost ways
leaving behind
foot prints
of things to come
jrg 5/7/05
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Friday, July 31, 2009
What have you been doing
If you have not seen the flower
You have not been soaked by the rain that gives it water
If you have not seen the flower
You have not heard the buzzing from the bee that pollinates it
If you have not seen the flower
You have not breathe the air that gives it life
If you have not seen the flower
You have not felt the warmth of the sun the gives it nourishment
If you have not seen the flower
You have not walked the ground the keeps it's delicate roots
Then what have you been doing
jrg
7/30/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
You have not been soaked by the rain that gives it water
If you have not seen the flower
You have not heard the buzzing from the bee that pollinates it
If you have not seen the flower
You have not breathe the air that gives it life
If you have not seen the flower
You have not felt the warmth of the sun the gives it nourishment
If you have not seen the flower
You have not walked the ground the keeps it's delicate roots
Then what have you been doing
jrg
7/30/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Waiting
I sit here at the end of the evening
waiting for tomorrows beginning
the sun has surely set
the moon is already glowing, shinning the night
the stars dance just beyond our natural sight
in the brief moment of time between today and tomorrow
I hope there is the opportunity for me to sit still
breathe and enjoy the transition
jrg 7-15-09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
waiting for tomorrows beginning
the sun has surely set
the moon is already glowing, shinning the night
the stars dance just beyond our natural sight
in the brief moment of time between today and tomorrow
I hope there is the opportunity for me to sit still
breathe and enjoy the transition
jrg 7-15-09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Weep Openly
weep openly
let your emotions come and get you
let the tears swell up in your eyes
weep openly
let your hands shake
let your lip quiver
weep openly
let the tears roll down your face
let the tears fall to your feet
weep openly
let them hear you cry
let them hear you call out his name
weep openly
barely catch your breath
let them see your calm
weep openly
let them see your smile
let your happiness take over
weep openly
let your eyes be free
let your heart be open
weep openly
clap your hands in rhythm
stomp your feet in rhythm
weep openly
let them see you dance
let your body move
weep openly
let them hear you sing
let them hear you shout
weep openly
let them see you
jrg, 7-08-09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
let your emotions come and get you
let the tears swell up in your eyes
weep openly
let your hands shake
let your lip quiver
weep openly
let the tears roll down your face
let the tears fall to your feet
weep openly
let them hear you cry
let them hear you call out his name
weep openly
barely catch your breath
let them see your calm
weep openly
let them see your smile
let your happiness take over
weep openly
let your eyes be free
let your heart be open
weep openly
clap your hands in rhythm
stomp your feet in rhythm
weep openly
let them see you dance
let your body move
weep openly
let them hear you sing
let them hear you shout
weep openly
let them see you
jrg, 7-08-09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Thursday, June 25, 2009
My hands are washed clean
My hands are washed clean
Soaked in dreams
Scrubbed in set backs
Rinsed in yes we can
Air dried while running through
through the streets
Celebrating all things
Now
Are really possible.
Jrg 2008
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Sound as His Mistress
he choose to run around town
with the imagination of sound
as his mistress
he liked the way of sound
musical notes and background sounds
are some of places they visited
they walked along a crescendo holding hands
and kissed behind the back beat
they would hum into each other’s ears
snuggle close
listening for the interlude between songs
if they were caught
he could deny their existence
because no one was listening
unable to remember any of the words
to their love song
he often listened to singing birds
hoping to catch a familiar sound
silence struck without warning
he is deaf and fallen out of love
and fallen out of the rhythm
of love
with no where to go
no one to listen to
he sits alone waiting
for sounds of love
2006 jrg
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
with the imagination of sound
as his mistress
he liked the way of sound
musical notes and background sounds
are some of places they visited
they walked along a crescendo holding hands
and kissed behind the back beat
they would hum into each other’s ears
snuggle close
listening for the interlude between songs
if they were caught
he could deny their existence
because no one was listening
unable to remember any of the words
to their love song
he often listened to singing birds
hoping to catch a familiar sound
silence struck without warning
he is deaf and fallen out of love
and fallen out of the rhythm
of love
with no where to go
no one to listen to
he sits alone waiting
for sounds of love
2006 jrg
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Breath and Breathe
I have been
holding my breath
for hours
waiting for
the day to end
Only to find out
I can't
breathe at night
jrg 6-16-09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Sleep
eye lids crept open
eyes didn't focus
mind is in motion
I feel my skull beneath my skin
i search for my soul
through my finger tips
running along the edge of my emotions
no finger prints
my fist are clinched
holding onto
smudged remains
i have rope burns
down to the bones in my hand
this rope has been hanging
here for a long time
from which i hang these words
now i can sleep
jrg
6/11/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
eyes didn't focus
mind is in motion
I feel my skull beneath my skin
i search for my soul
through my finger tips
running along the edge of my emotions
no finger prints
my fist are clinched
holding onto
smudged remains
i have rope burns
down to the bones in my hand
this rope has been hanging
here for a long time
from which i hang these words
now i can sleep
jrg
6/11/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Friday, June 5, 2009
Mud Face
mud face
not because I'm black
i tripped and fell face first
in a mud puddle
the reflection in the dark water was not mine
i turned myself over
it was me
i wiped off my face
it was not there
i cried into my hands
it felt familiar
i ran to look in the mirror
my face was behind my reflection
looking at the back of my head
i turned quickly to catch a glimpse
i saw myself
walking out the back side of the mirror
i went back to the mud puddle
there i was face down in my own reflection
my face still in my hands
still crying
still familiar
the reflection
still in dark water
it was still not mine
i stood over the mud puddle
reached up and turned myself over again
walked away
leaving behind
the mud
my face in my hands
my reflection in the mirror behind my head
catching a glimpse of me
face down in the mud puddle
jrg 01/9/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
not because I'm black
i tripped and fell face first
in a mud puddle
the reflection in the dark water was not mine
i turned myself over
it was me
i wiped off my face
it was not there
i cried into my hands
it felt familiar
i ran to look in the mirror
my face was behind my reflection
looking at the back of my head
i turned quickly to catch a glimpse
i saw myself
walking out the back side of the mirror
i went back to the mud puddle
there i was face down in my own reflection
my face still in my hands
still crying
still familiar
the reflection
still in dark water
it was still not mine
i stood over the mud puddle
reached up and turned myself over again
walked away
leaving behind
the mud
my face in my hands
my reflection in the mirror behind my head
catching a glimpse of me
face down in the mud puddle
jrg 01/9/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Black Hands Have Been Crying
Black hands crying
pushing dirt left and right
dirt under fingernails
digging into dark places
blackness smeared down the sides
of a hole so deep
eternity gave up trying to find the bottom
this is where many have decided to bury
their own self-blackness
beyond the grasp of a reaching hand
beyond the echoes of a voice calling out
hey black boy
hey black girl
why don’t you all come-on-back
Barack
Is here.
Jrg
Nov 2008
Nov 2008
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Monday, May 25, 2009
Crying Elephants
I ride on the backs of the pachyderms
and whisper in their ear
you should escape from the circus
blend into the crowd
as they exit the big top
later that day . . .
the crowd is silent
their voice boxes have been stolen
and placed
in Pandora’s box in Pandora’s box in Pandora’s box
put their screams
in recycled brown paper bags
the one used to hold the peanuts
thrown to the elephants
I sold the brown paper bags
to neighbor kids
leave them burning
at the front doors
of 100 clowns
each clown will stomp
his big red shoes
on a burning brown bag
realizing to late
its filled with the screams
of the audience they make laugh
night after night
elephants
stack the peanuts end over end
climb out of their trapped minds
slip over the wall
however
they never make it
the peanut shells break and crumble
under the tremendous weight
of their emotions and
memories of
being held captive
walk the middle passage
into the big top
under the bright lights
night after night
the neighbor hood kids run away fast
splashing about ankle deep
in puddles of sadness
left by the crying elephants
jrg 2/11/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
and whisper in their ear
you should escape from the circus
blend into the crowd
as they exit the big top
later that day . . .
the crowd is silent
their voice boxes have been stolen
and placed
in Pandora’s box in Pandora’s box in Pandora’s box
put their screams
in recycled brown paper bags
the one used to hold the peanuts
thrown to the elephants
I sold the brown paper bags
to neighbor kids
leave them burning
at the front doors
of 100 clowns
each clown will stomp
his big red shoes
on a burning brown bag
realizing to late
its filled with the screams
of the audience they make laugh
night after night
elephants
stack the peanuts end over end
climb out of their trapped minds
slip over the wall
however
they never make it
the peanut shells break and crumble
under the tremendous weight
of their emotions and
memories of
being held captive
walk the middle passage
into the big top
under the bright lights
night after night
the neighbor hood kids run away fast
splashing about ankle deep
in puddles of sadness
left by the crying elephants
jrg 2/11/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
What would you do
what if roses grew on my side of the fence
would you reach through and pick one
what if the weeds from my yard grew through the fence
into your yard
would you pull them
what would you do
what if butterflies pollinated the flowers in my yard
would you plant flowers in your own yard
what if bees were pollinating flowers in your yard
would you shew them away
what would you do
if there were humming birds feeding in my yard
would you take photos
what would you do if a woodpecker
moved into the tree in your yard
would you get tired of the sound it makes on trees
what would you do
if it rained in my yard
would you come out
and dance with me in the rain
if it only rained in your yard
would you stay inside
what would you do
if it snowed only in my yard
would you come out to make snow angles
and snow men
if it only snowed in your yard
would you let me play in the snow
what would you do
if i played your favorite song loud
would you come over to sing with me
what would you do
what would you do
4/24/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
would you reach through and pick one
what if the weeds from my yard grew through the fence
into your yard
would you pull them
what would you do
what if butterflies pollinated the flowers in my yard
would you plant flowers in your own yard
what if bees were pollinating flowers in your yard
would you shew them away
what would you do
if there were humming birds feeding in my yard
would you take photos
what would you do if a woodpecker
moved into the tree in your yard
would you get tired of the sound it makes on trees
what would you do
if it rained in my yard
would you come out
and dance with me in the rain
if it only rained in your yard
would you stay inside
what would you do
if it snowed only in my yard
would you come out to make snow angles
and snow men
if it only snowed in your yard
would you let me play in the snow
what would you do
if i played your favorite song loud
would you come over to sing with me
what would you do
what would you do
4/24/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Saturday, May 16, 2009
When I Wake
I wake up every morning
I have to convince myself
To take my last breath
I have dark days stuffed in my pockets
The moon peaks over my shoulder
Reveals my end
I don't know if I can love myself
To meet the end
Cracked side walks litter my past
I try to walk forward fast
My shadow lingers slow
I hope I can walk long enough
To reach the furthest point of me
To be free
jrg Dec 08
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
I have to convince myself
To take my last breath
I have dark days stuffed in my pockets
The moon peaks over my shoulder
Reveals my end
I don't know if I can love myself
To meet the end
Cracked side walks litter my past
I try to walk forward fast
My shadow lingers slow
I hope I can walk long enough
To reach the furthest point of me
To be free
jrg Dec 08
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Friday, May 15, 2009
At dusk
transition from late day to early night
we see them hovering almost walking on
warm evening summer air
sauntering from one flower to the next
not quite dashing about
as pollinating bees have been known to do
almost in a hush never quiet enough
we creep through tall grass and short weeds
catch fire flies in glass jars
go running through the night
natural light a-flame
what should we do
so graceful and unbound
frantically searching for a way out
I think I need to poke bigger holes in this lid of casual death
let's breath our next thought
do the fire flies understand what glass means
some we let go others have to be dumped into our hands
others are pinched separated from their self lights
warn as finger rings
surely they did die
do we understand the fire fly
let us breath in our next thought
dusty remains broken wings
settle at the bottom of glass jars recently forgotten
but not recently abandon
lyrically hanging
the remaining hum of children breathing
synchronized from wind chimes
swaying in time with fire flies
pulsating lights
wind rhythms
searching for an existence
to appreciate it's life songs
enriched with the beauty of coming and going
hanging on the end of last words
when the moons bright shine
cast no doubts on the marrow
of the dances lovers do
banished by ghost
we sit in small circles
and talk as though we know
what this day has been about
we realize the fire flies beauty we must observe
they trust and fly close
temped to hold them
they walk on the back of hands
finger to finger
face to face
let us breath in our next thought
do the fire flies really know who we are
creep along next to the river bed
shoe less footprints
mud squished between toes
ankle deep in summers water
shoes held in the right hand
a corked stick in the left hand
poking a dead floating frog
bloated dead fish and flies floating
this is where we always stop
it's to scary
the grave yard is just over there
guarded by cement angles
with a broken wing
cement gargoyles
with broken dreams
a fresh grave in our sight
the new dirt mound
creep into our nostrils
we stop and stare
we don't breath
we don't blink
we don't speak
in unison we turn to leave
we see the fire flies
fly threw the moonlights reflection
of this summers evening
jrg, Feb 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
we see them hovering almost walking on
warm evening summer air
sauntering from one flower to the next
not quite dashing about
as pollinating bees have been known to do
almost in a hush never quiet enough
we creep through tall grass and short weeds
catch fire flies in glass jars
go running through the night
natural light a-flame
what should we do
so graceful and unbound
frantically searching for a way out
I think I need to poke bigger holes in this lid of casual death
let's breath our next thought
do the fire flies understand what glass means
some we let go others have to be dumped into our hands
others are pinched separated from their self lights
warn as finger rings
surely they did die
do we understand the fire fly
let us breath in our next thought
dusty remains broken wings
settle at the bottom of glass jars recently forgotten
but not recently abandon
lyrically hanging
the remaining hum of children breathing
synchronized from wind chimes
swaying in time with fire flies
pulsating lights
wind rhythms
searching for an existence
to appreciate it's life songs
enriched with the beauty of coming and going
hanging on the end of last words
when the moons bright shine
cast no doubts on the marrow
of the dances lovers do
banished by ghost
we sit in small circles
and talk as though we know
what this day has been about
we realize the fire flies beauty we must observe
they trust and fly close
temped to hold them
they walk on the back of hands
finger to finger
face to face
let us breath in our next thought
do the fire flies really know who we are
creep along next to the river bed
shoe less footprints
mud squished between toes
ankle deep in summers water
shoes held in the right hand
a corked stick in the left hand
poking a dead floating frog
bloated dead fish and flies floating
this is where we always stop
it's to scary
the grave yard is just over there
guarded by cement angles
with a broken wing
cement gargoyles
with broken dreams
a fresh grave in our sight
the new dirt mound
creep into our nostrils
we stop and stare
we don't breath
we don't blink
we don't speak
in unison we turn to leave
we see the fire flies
fly threw the moonlights reflection
of this summers evening
jrg, Feb 2009
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
About Me
the consequences of my convictions
reflect the solitude of my life
I have suffered a tragic loneliness
that travels the time line of my life
expands beyond critical assumption
you can not imagine the bitter end I have been shown
the depths of these water wells
treed in the deep end of self loathing
is without reason
would surely drown
an ordinary man
jrg 2003
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
reflect the solitude of my life
I have suffered a tragic loneliness
that travels the time line of my life
expands beyond critical assumption
you can not imagine the bitter end I have been shown
the depths of these water wells
treed in the deep end of self loathing
is without reason
would surely drown
an ordinary man
jrg 2003
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Monday, May 11, 2009
Weep for Yellow
weep for the color yellow
sweep across a field of dreams
watch the green grass grow
shades of fallen grace
planted trees with lazy shade
keep pace with clouds that fade away
sounds of gold slip away
the sun sits in lotus position
at the feet of dusk
Weep for yellow
sun drenched fields
leave echoes
from the sounds of blossoms
pretending to be tulips kissing
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
sweep across a field of dreams
watch the green grass grow
shades of fallen grace
planted trees with lazy shade
keep pace with clouds that fade away
sounds of gold slip away
the sun sits in lotus position
at the feet of dusk
Weep for yellow
sun drenched fields
leave echoes
from the sounds of blossoms
pretending to be tulips kissing
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Who is in the room
gray shadows eclipse the time
cloaked in un-forgiveness
a hunter's rampage
poachers delight
elephants melted away into the trees
a gray haze
return to the site of the dead
decay lingers in memory
ivory so bright
back to the pile of bones
back to where she fell
and grieve they do
because they have souls
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
cloaked in un-forgiveness
a hunter's rampage
poachers delight
elephants melted away into the trees
a gray haze
return to the site of the dead
decay lingers in memory
ivory so bright
back to the pile of bones
back to where she fell
and grieve they do
because they have souls
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Friday, May 8, 2009
Reading Them
one day i was reading
the voice inside my head
kicked out my eye balls
closed my eye lids from the inside
sewed them shut
with incoherent threads
of black ink
i blinked ten pages of words
i was unable to remember
who i wrote the words for
my lines traced their thoughts
and silhouetted their faces
which hid
their true identities
from themselves
they did not read
what was written
about them
jrg
4/24/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
the voice inside my head
kicked out my eye balls
closed my eye lids from the inside
sewed them shut
with incoherent threads
of black ink
i blinked ten pages of words
i was unable to remember
who i wrote the words for
my lines traced their thoughts
and silhouetted their faces
which hid
their true identities
from themselves
they did not read
what was written
about them
jrg
4/24/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Thursday, May 7, 2009
What is it?
Is it the flames fanning the fire
or the oxygen running wild
Is it the waves of the ocean
or a fish catching its breath
Is it the warmth of the sun
or the cool breeze held back
Is it the wind that blows
or the leaves applauding natures magic
Is it the ground bearing the roots
or seedlings pushing through to be seen
Is it the void that is all around
or is it to know all and know nothing
jrg 2005
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
or the oxygen running wild
Is it the waves of the ocean
or a fish catching its breath
Is it the warmth of the sun
or the cool breeze held back
Is it the wind that blows
or the leaves applauding natures magic
Is it the ground bearing the roots
or seedlings pushing through to be seen
Is it the void that is all around
or is it to know all and know nothing
jrg 2005
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
i made time cry
the day i made time cry
it was the night before my birthday
i told time i was not going to
celebrate this time
i was going to stay
the same age
and time cried
the day i made time cry
it was the middle of the year
i told time i was going into
the new year 6 months early
i was going to leave
the next 6 months behind
and time cried
the day i made time cry
it was new years eve 11:59pm
i told time
i decided to stay behind
and live the year over
i wanted to take my time
make things right
and time cried
the day i made time cry
i told time
i would live a few minutes ahead of now
arrive early so i could see things coming
i would live a few minuets later than now
arrive late so i could see what just happened
i would live in-between here and now
so i would just be and not be
and time cried
time past me by
i waited
time never came back
i could not see time standing in front of me
i backed up and tripped over time
i almost fell in the past
i was afraid to go forward
frozen in time
time left me behind
this time I cried
jrg
1/9/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
it was the night before my birthday
i told time i was not going to
celebrate this time
i was going to stay
the same age
and time cried
the day i made time cry
it was the middle of the year
i told time i was going into
the new year 6 months early
i was going to leave
the next 6 months behind
and time cried
the day i made time cry
it was new years eve 11:59pm
i told time
i decided to stay behind
and live the year over
i wanted to take my time
make things right
and time cried
the day i made time cry
i told time
i would live a few minutes ahead of now
arrive early so i could see things coming
i would live a few minuets later than now
arrive late so i could see what just happened
i would live in-between here and now
so i would just be and not be
and time cried
time past me by
i waited
time never came back
i could not see time standing in front of me
i backed up and tripped over time
i almost fell in the past
i was afraid to go forward
frozen in time
time left me behind
this time I cried
jrg
1/9/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Don't let me be that monster
let me take you to a spider's web
where the butterflies nap
dreaming of false promises and lost prophecies
a wicked tongue speaks aloud
feeding famine its last meal
hunger reached its apex and fed into
false teachings that “constant is always”
we all have been traced and drawn into fragile emotions
ink from fading tattoos leak from the edges of a
righteous sermon written on backs of the damned
let me step outside
squint my eyes
i see the movie crash
we all need protection
we all have fractured and broken parts
don't let me be that monster
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
where the butterflies nap
dreaming of false promises and lost prophecies
a wicked tongue speaks aloud
feeding famine its last meal
hunger reached its apex and fed into
false teachings that “constant is always”
we all have been traced and drawn into fragile emotions
ink from fading tattoos leak from the edges of a
righteous sermon written on backs of the damned
let me step outside
squint my eyes
i see the movie crash
we all need protection
we all have fractured and broken parts
don't let me be that monster
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Blue Sleep Cool
He fell asleep on a blue couch
In blue jeans
In a blue shirt
His arms folded
As though he was leaning against a wall
Looking cool
A blue cool
Discussing such and such
About 60's rock and 90's acid jazz
I think he is dreaming of
Blue nights
Blue days
Blue skies
Blue moons
A romantic blue
That looks more attractive
When he looks the other way
He walks a blue slide
Slips in the room almost unseen
Exits in a blue after thought
Still he lay there
Sleep
All blue
A cool blue
jrg
3/1/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
In blue jeans
In a blue shirt
His arms folded
As though he was leaning against a wall
Looking cool
A blue cool
Discussing such and such
About 60's rock and 90's acid jazz
I think he is dreaming of
Blue nights
Blue days
Blue skies
Blue moons
A romantic blue
That looks more attractive
When he looks the other way
He walks a blue slide
Slips in the room almost unseen
Exits in a blue after thought
Still he lay there
Sleep
All blue
A cool blue
jrg
3/1/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Black Sun Shine
black sun shine
black clouds part
expose the black sky
black sun rise
let it shine free
let it shine free
blacken my bones
blacken my soul
blacken my skin
black sun shine down on me
black sun shine down on me
my black hands clinched
my black fist
hold my black pain
expose my black palms
black rain fall
wash me free
wash me free
my black feet
worn black soles (souls)
walk back to the past - black
walk on rich soil - black
rich black soil at the bottom of the Atlantic Sea
set them free
set them free
jrg 2006
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
black clouds part
expose the black sky
black sun rise
let it shine free
let it shine free
blacken my bones
blacken my soul
blacken my skin
black sun shine down on me
black sun shine down on me
my black hands clinched
my black fist
hold my black pain
expose my black palms
black rain fall
wash me free
wash me free
my black feet
worn black soles (souls)
walk back to the past - black
walk on rich soil - black
rich black soil at the bottom of the Atlantic Sea
set them free
set them free
jrg 2006
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Baseline
My back has been pushed against
the wall of a deep baseline
throbbing from rhythms of a native tong
humming a dead mans song
Whispering voices from smothering chard remains
call out to all dead men
reading psalms taking communion
passing judgment on the shadows of angles
guarding the blackened forest
where the sun secretly meets his mistress of four seasons
the moon eavesdrops on conversations between dusk and dawn
they have been with the same mistress
the morning dew knows everything
her tears are there ever morning
jrg 4-26-08
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
the wall of a deep baseline
throbbing from rhythms of a native tong
humming a dead mans song
Whispering voices from smothering chard remains
call out to all dead men
reading psalms taking communion
passing judgment on the shadows of angles
guarding the blackened forest
where the sun secretly meets his mistress of four seasons
the moon eavesdrops on conversations between dusk and dawn
they have been with the same mistress
the morning dew knows everything
her tears are there ever morning
jrg 4-26-08
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
The past of you
your soul
backed into a corner
your eyes
can't see tomorrow
what pity
what sorrow
we will all wait
until tomorrow
we exhaled pieces of you
we stole when you were sleeping
we wore your reaction
as a piece of jewelry
made by the hands
of the men who planted a tree
in you memory
you forgot to drink water
the tree did not survive
haul off the dead branches
the next time you sleep
Ahhh choo!!
there is another piece of you
floating away
catch it
we catch you
your new past taking place now
we will be waiting for you in tomorrow
we will burn logs from the dead tree
to light your way
enjoy the view
jrg
2/12/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
backed into a corner
your eyes
can't see tomorrow
what pity
what sorrow
we will all wait
until tomorrow
we exhaled pieces of you
we stole when you were sleeping
we wore your reaction
as a piece of jewelry
made by the hands
of the men who planted a tree
in you memory
you forgot to drink water
the tree did not survive
haul off the dead branches
the next time you sleep
Ahhh choo!!
there is another piece of you
floating away
catch it
we catch you
your new past taking place now
we will be waiting for you in tomorrow
we will burn logs from the dead tree
to light your way
enjoy the view
jrg
2/12/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
When we cry
when we cry
black rains fall
hands held high
grey eyes cry
tattooed fingertips
read life lines
from the palms
of grieving hands
jrg 2006
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
black rains fall
hands held high
grey eyes cry
tattooed fingertips
read life lines
from the palms
of grieving hands
jrg 2006
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Sunrise
sunrise into a mist of haze
hidden behind a secret identity
only the moon knows
lost in the transition
being thought into existence
amnesia is your cousin
you always remember
3/6/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
hidden behind a secret identity
only the moon knows
lost in the transition
being thought into existence
amnesia is your cousin
you always remember
3/6/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Pockets
I have secrets
hidden in my back pockets
pickpockets beware
these stolen moments
will bring you
pity and sorrow
jrg Oct 2008
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
hidden in my back pockets
pickpockets beware
these stolen moments
will bring you
pity and sorrow
jrg Oct 2008
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Another skin
I tried to grow another skin
when no one told me how to be me
no one told me who I was
no one told me who I was not
no one told me who I could be
no one told me who I could not be
i needed another skin
I tried to grow another skin
no one told me I needed to go
no one told me I needed to stay
no one told me where to go
no one told me how to get there
no one told me when I was there
I needed another skin
I tried to grow another skin
no one told me to take a deep breath
no one told me to exhale
no one told me to look
no one told me to listen
no one told me to feel a certain way
I needed another skin
I tried to grow another skin
no one told me I was ok
no one told me I was not ok
no one told me it would be ok
no one tole me it would not be ok
no one told me I was not wrong
no one told me I was right
I needed another skin
I tried to grow another skin
no one told me how to grow another skin
jrg Nov 2008
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
when no one told me how to be me
no one told me who I was
no one told me who I was not
no one told me who I could be
no one told me who I could not be
i needed another skin
I tried to grow another skin
no one told me I needed to go
no one told me I needed to stay
no one told me where to go
no one told me how to get there
no one told me when I was there
I needed another skin
I tried to grow another skin
no one told me to take a deep breath
no one told me to exhale
no one told me to look
no one told me to listen
no one told me to feel a certain way
I needed another skin
I tried to grow another skin
no one told me I was ok
no one told me I was not ok
no one told me it would be ok
no one tole me it would not be ok
no one told me I was not wrong
no one told me I was right
I needed another skin
I tried to grow another skin
no one told me how to grow another skin
jrg Nov 2008
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
Haiku
Beauty of a haiku
When you first see it
I hope you see its beauty
there is only one
first time
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
When you first see it
I hope you see its beauty
there is only one
first time
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
days writing poems
I spend days writing poems
that I never finish
because I'm up all night
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
A note to the house keeper
When you make the bed
please don’t tuck in the sheets
it traps my feet and
I can't run from bad dreams
jrg
4/24/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
please don’t tuck in the sheets
it traps my feet and
I can't run from bad dreams
jrg
4/24/06
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
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