I form new worlds
with the wandering words
that waltz out of my mouth
waiting to be heard;
how obsurd.
I create a storm unborn to a norm.
Torn from the thorns
that swarmed me with sores,
running toward the corner
that will open the doors.
I twirl around this twisted town
tearing down the balconies
towering over the kings
with the crowns.
They will all drown.
I travel out of the crowd
because i am bound
to the sweeter sound
that I have found
with no one around.
Molding mountains
with a meticulous touch,
making a masterpiece of myself
manifesting my adrenaline rush.
Let me feel it pump.
Through my veins,
something like insane rage
when I was siamese
to the chains,
until the day I stared back
at the eye of change
and took the stage.
I learned to rearrange the lanes
accustomed to living
within range,
levitating on the waves
that start to surface
on a new age.

If I could speak love, my words would skip beats

From time to time
Here I stand

I see some broken pieces
Of an irresolvable puzzle
Probably they are mine

I forgot the time we were hand-in-hand
Like the desert with the sand

What is it we see and so often despise,
when we view ourselves using only the eyes,
that distorted image inside our head,
the old snakes skin that we’d like to shed,

dare we look from behind the frame,
beyond the self-loathing, repulsion and shame,
our vesture is woven from the beauty inside,
so take on its mantel and wear it with pride.

I close my eyes to fall into the spiral of my twisted mind.
I twirl and dance like a child in your dreams,
picking flowers from your garden of mystery.
I lay in a field of grass and see the clouds mold to the shape of my spine.
My imagination flies.
These white clouds in the sky resemble the purest doves,
roaming free as they flew by.
Staring into the abyss, beauty looked into my eyes and i saw and part of you and I.
The infinite possibilities of the infinite...
I remain here, my body surrendering to what is bigger than I.
I put my hands firmly around the neck of the universe, but I'm the only one that chokes.
The answers form in the mind of reason and rhyme
and spill out of the back of my throat.
The cosmos live inside this abstract mind.
In time, I will become as light as the doves that fly.
Levitate beyond the division line that separates your heart and mine.
What is the combination to the lock that closes our minds?
I wandered.
The answer ran through my veins under this tree of wonder.

I opened my eyes, and there was only thunder.

-L.G.

those days when it is all you can do to motivate yourself to eat or drink

those days when it is difficult to read
let alone write and the phone
weighs a million pounds....

those days when you are not physically sick...
but even your hair hurts...

those days when you feel like the
doom around you is a membraine
of purest pain. ...

you ever had one of those days?

good if you haven't.

i would not wish them on my
worst enemy...


catherine