I love to write
But I ****
I am no good at writing
nothing is enticing about my writing
or special
But I can't stop
Maybe one day
the words I use to express my heart
will make their way out more eloquently

She lived and died with the cherry blossoms
She came to me blossoming in the spring
Only to brittle and fall away again in the fall

For austerity read greed?
so
where's all the cash coming in
to buy all the goods that
are going out?

I wonder about that
I really do.

Somewhere there's a long game
being played and we're the ones
paying for it.

On a moonlit night with stars from heaven,
                              
A trail to be followed with people unknown
But the worth of the efforts definitely known,
                                  
Ineffable was the sunrise view from the windy top,
Reluctance to blink an eye to not miss a moment at all,
Nothing is comparable to the mighty Mountains,

What a marvelous experience it surely was!

~ S.G.

The hopelessness
                 the sadness
is a weight that became to heavy for me to carry

So I was forced to shed
                           my own substance
                                        to make room

Slow like a turtle...
Sly like an outlaw...
But bad as a ****...
Good as a broken heart...
Feel it beat...
Once it stops pounce hit like an ounce just one last time...
Be the devil you once were be the animal you still are tear me apart till i believe or i flee... My love