I am here; I am absent.
I am near; I am past tense.
I am silence; I am communication.
I am timeless; I am preservation.
I am the words in this conversation.
I am simple; I am complexity.
I am a ripple; my waves crash heavily.
I am wise; I know nothing.
I am goodbyes; I am coming.
I am love; I am afraid.
I am stuck; I mapped the maze.
I am fearless; I am the reason you feel this.
I am sensitive; I am strong.
I am relative to the lyrics in your songs.
I am.
You are.
We should be, everything that could be.
Signed sincerely,
An imperfect human.

- L.G

This is the calm before the storm.
Like I've said before, I am a storm unborn to a norm.
Trap my body with poisonous thorns, but my mind will soar like never before.
I implore that you learn to adore all that resides in the depths of your core.
Learn more.
This is the dream that wakes you out of your sleep.
Lucidity that bleeds deep into your dignity.
Take a look at the imagery.
It reflects the mirror I dive into like water, rather frequently.
I am an element of the trinity.
Mind. Body. Soul.
I am becoming whole in a black hole that I once thought I would never know.
This is the answer to my deep-seated question.
For some reason I continue to ask like a broken record, but I find myself always learning a new lesson.
This is the answer to the question you never bothered to ask.
In the trash you will find a stash of everything from my past that used to cut beautifully, like stained glass.
I am the glue, who knew?
The wind blew and the storm came much too soon.
Too soon...to you.
I grew to know that everything I knew would be so far gone with the changing view.
Like the lightning in these dark skies, I am just trying to get through.

- L.G.

Is it possible to harbor "too much" love?
Does it blind those that look into these eyes, like when you look directly into the sun?
My eyes are tired and burn in the darkness of night, and I'm not sure if that's a relfection of being one with the light or being tired from this endless fight.
We spin on turntables of various perspectives.
The tables turn and our hearts turn aggressive.
A voice that shakes like unstable breaks, makes me want to thank the way these words easily become written all over my face.
You don't have to look too far, just look into my eyes - a demise that is out of sight.
It might be the right time to end all that should die inside of these rhymes.
Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong, but that is the beauty in life - we still have the freedom to create our own song.
So, we walk.
We walk to the beat of our dreams, yelling "**** what you see me to be, I believe in all the words that they never could sing to me!"
Aggression gently hidden by a message.
Answers, always ridden on the wrong end of the question.
This is my confession - I walk to a song of everything I reckon, through these turntable eyes.
Recognize, my demise won't be televised.

- L.G

A friend once asked me, "when do you know when it is the right time to say that you truly know yourself?"
My answer was clear of hesitation, as I said "right now."
That was then, and this is now.
Perhaps I didn't fully understand the question that rang from his mouth.
Maybe i was too proud to announce that there was an ounce of feeling that was somewhat new to me.
Something that seemed so true to me, didn't spill from my heart very fluently.
Looking back, I personally regret being so bold in a black hole that I never knew how to control.
The question is, how do we know?
How do we know that what we "know" will not change with growth?
How do we grow if everything we know now, can easily be put on hold?
On this road of self-control,  when we strike a *** hole, do we roam free until we find home?
Do we suddenly feel alone in our own home when we no longer have the answers to our questions?
Why was I so sure that "who I am" was undoubtedly free of opposing lessons?
I became reborn, and this question kept ringing in my ear, but I was the only one sounding the horn.
I can't say that I know who I will be in a year, but I know who I try to be today.
That's what I meant to say.
To be a vessel of love and strength to the hateful and weak on their very last day.
To be the silence that speaks, like when I watched myself be awake in a dream.
I will be the resonating words that you thought went unheard to the lone bird, hovering above a world of hurt.
"Right now" is a small and narrow vow, but it keeps me around to be better a year from now.
I hope you all find clarity as I have found mine.
I ate my own words after all of this time.

Would you please, ride with me into the sunset?
Let your true colors drip slowly from your anxious sweat.
Tell me all the things you've never been able to forget.
Would you please, come as you are?
Never make me have to look too far to see everything, near and far, that has created you into this work of art.
Let me start in your eyes and land in your heart.
Maybe you could give me a part of you that nobody knew, because they always tried to picture you in the same, simplistic view.
I am your eyes. Your eyes are mine.
Would you please allow me to intertwine through your mind?
Give me some time to wrap my vine around the warmth of your shine.
Would you please, lay with me under the stars?
We could rattle Mars with the energy that is ours.
I am never too far if you just extend your arm.
Would you please, reach with me, as we discover something we cannot see?
Something that drops me, please, to my knees - and it will relieve many things.
Roam free with sympathy.
It will extend my wings so I may learn to fly differently.
Ascend into these black holes of imagery.
We dream vividly, like the true colors that drip from the spring showers of my soul.
A symphony of seperate shades becoming whole.
This sunset, is never dull.

Would you please, come with me?...

I position the points to these letters ever so delicately, so that they can roam free through this never-ending sea, as they have been trying to do ever so desperately.
And my hand, it shakes somewhat dangerously - a calm soul with a heart filled with anxiety.
I sit quietly.
At times, it is admittedly frightening...the things that cling like magnets to the surface of me.
Do you ever wonder if you are deserving?
And if so, how far do you go?
Do you know that hope without growth creates the monotone note?
I position the points to these letters so that maybe, I can approach you better.
Maybe you will learn to see me beyond measure, light as a feather, drifting away as naturally as the weather.
Do you catch yourself asking why you ask these questions in the middle of the night?
Do you ever get tired of the fight?
We should take flight out of our minds and land somewhere far out of sight.
My insight ignites the pounding eyes that sit in the pockets of my heart.
Seeing and feeling, they live on different continents, separately a part. Not apart.
The middle is the kindle for the art that arches through the tips of these letters and ends at the grip of my cramping hands.
For, everytime I sit down to write, I am obligated to take a stand...
Or at least take the time to understand why these words never flow as delicately as I once planned.

- L.G.

It is important that we do not run when the fire within burns hotter than the sun.
If we must face disgrace to reach our saving grace, this is a race we must trust.
We have only begun.
We cannot let our demons chase us down into a corner of misery and confusion.
They always tell is that we are trapped with no solution, but we must break free from this misguided illusion.
Are we to tighten our grip or are we to loosen?
My questions always form from a place that is free of pollution.
I am never diluted.
I run towards the place I used to think I was running from.
I have been running so long, i can feel it in my lungs.
But this is the song that needed to be sung.
I pull and tug on a place that is bound to break.
I always ask myself if I should learn to play it safe.
I may be awake in a dream but these cycles revolved around me, not what you think I should see.
I pull and tug on the rope of love that was hung above when you decided you had been running, long enough.
It reminds me to never give up.
When my lungs are fed up, I know I must get up and remember that with myself, comes trust.
This vessel of love is never undone.
We have only begun.
When it is your time to run, I hope this rings in your ear, crystal clear,
in a place where you discover the face of grace that had always been misplaced, until now.

- L.G