if it is a waste of time to just merely exist,

then why does just breathing feel so peaceful

 

we spend time,

running around,

looking for a purpose to fulfill,

i personally feel purpose,

when i am still

 

i am here – g.c.

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two left feet,

elephant arms swinging,

movements way off beat,

from the tippity top of tired lungs,

tortuously loud singing,

unstoppable,

music rushing like blood through her veins,

messy tendrils of golden hair are probable,

naive and displeased with life’s foolish games,

she dances,

dances to release this pain,

spinning around,

until reality can no longer be found,

shaking away worries,

until her heart can feel sound,

the song of her soul,

she calls it liberation,

it plays when she dances,

it rids life’s frustration,

moments where her world is silent are the best chances

for jubilant freedom dances

 

home alone – g.c.

i love the lonely nights

when i sit in spite of the clock

its tedious tick

has the characteristic of a gnawing itch

it is a mind game

i win

i make the rules

decide if i will be eluded

i’ve grown stronger now

my perception reaches beyond deception

the quiet night

quiet like myself

words floating closer to the surface

quickly I catch them

spoken

my views face discretion

i will never get them

so i am here on my own

thank god i no longer cling and know how to be alone

if they only knew gentleness

delicate enough to hold the truth

they’d be thrown

the world would spin around and head closer to home

the stars we’ve been shown

but fear kept us from knowing

the pain is showing

i psychoanalyze each and every encounter

i must deal with disguise but i won’t stop trying

because my hunger is not for a lies

try to offer and soothe

hoping the gentle and calm will bring about anxiety and hatred’s demise

those feelings harbor dark places for the ego to thrive

it’s time it was brushed off

for i can see it in their eyes

their shoulders are tired

it is difficult enough to put up the facade

to hold all this weight

dreams crushed instead of made

they can still be saved

i am still hopeful

the night is my rope still

i hold on to move on

forgiveness

i am mending

intertwined with the divine

grasp onto the line

let it lift you

high enough to see the light

then you’ll see just as i

even though the night is dark and lonely

everything is alright

you will be fine

 

stream of consciousness – g.c.

 

i know there are those who feel pride,

when they tear others apart.

it brings them a feeling of joy,

of power and dominance.

that feeling that they get is their own illusion.

they do not deserve pride from believing they have destroyed someone,

like they have bettered themselves.

 

you can only destroy yourself.

no one can hurt you.

responsibility and pride for destroying beautiful minds lies in the wrong hands.

allowing what others say to you and what they do to you affect what you do,

is ultimately everyone’s mistake.

it’s handing over control.

responsibility lies within for each individual’s actions.

all cruelty,

even if it is aimed toward yourself,

especially if for what someone did or said to you,

is unjust.

we rarely take notice of how we treat ourselves.

so,

destruction triumphs,

and the cycle is carried on.

flowering minds,

demolished.

jealousy and ignorance are imperative elements for this chain reaction of hurting to occur.

it’s a repetitive, chaotic, damaging ripple effect.

and this is our state.

we are our makers.

yet,

this seems far from our choosing.

the cycle is to blame of our state.

but responsibility still lies within choice,

within the individual.

it is really so difficult to justify human behavior.

our vices have become our mechanics.

our state reaps destruction.

this is our society.

no more pity parties.

no more grudges.

responsibility is due,

and so is change.

forgive,

and learn from yours and others mistakes.

 

retire blame and vengeance , bring abot forgiveness and change – g.c.

 

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with love comes the fear of losing it

but fear is meant to be challenged

you may struggle

but being able to appreciate what is without imagining yourself without is worth the fight

memories and the future only seem better

when you don’t feel the love that surrounds you now

there is always something great to discover

once you learn to love and appreciate the beauty of a moment

even if it doesn’t last

 

sunsets and all the things we wish to remember – g.c.

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my eyes to see,

my nose to smell,

my elephant ears to hear,

my hands to create art,

my legs to travel,

between them to birth life,

my hips to carry,

my tongue to express,

my lips to soothe and heal,

my arms to hold.

 

this is a body.

it grows.

it changes.

 

it deserves love,

but not adulation,

and most certainly not condemnation.

 

this is a body.

i am grateful to have one.

i am grateful to experience life in its form,

but this body began,

and this body will end.

but i,

i know no beginning and no end.

because i am not a body.

i am a soul.

– g.c.

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zero judgment as bodies bump.

is it my heart or the bass, that is giving off that reverb?

lights echo against the walls.

it’s a mystery as to how i got to this moment,

but all i feel is right now.

the past and the future are nowhere to be found.

 

words spit into a microphone

pour out thumping speakers.

a medicine man,

his words curing us of our desire to be understood and related.

an entity of knowledge and wisdom before our eyes,

as the future is prophesized.

a future of peace amongst these dancing souls that will rest after tonight,

rest,

but never die.

 

a prophet without honor in his own home,

at his shows,

the stage is a throne.

 

Rap God – g.c.

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the wind sweeps over you
taking your worries with you
whispering to you
that your troubles have no reason to remain
the sun kisses your skin
healing all that is within
the high you feel
just to breathe in something so real
so authentic
nothing can replace it
the joy of being
all that i am seeing
is being
stillness
movement
life
the quiet and simple noises
take away the shouting voices
until responsibility calls me away
the beauty leaves me with nothing to say
just asking me to lie with it all day
be apart of the universe
there is nothing worse
than to get caught up in the cycle of doing
forgetting the beauty of the moment
but here in this place
happiness is not far from your reach
lying here so long the sun has turned me peach
it feels as if i’ll never leave
but when I do
an inner peace will be taken too
and for the last time I watch the trees sway
i cannot stay
so i go inside
something has changed
my soul can no longer hide

outside – g.c.

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i feel an energy flood

my heart opens up

like a pristine lotus in the sunlight

amidst the season of fire

transforming

rising from the depths

higher

then returning to that peaceful place within

blooming

beyond the surface as i rise

i see my true identity

reflecting back to me

clarity

sprung from the earth

which i recognize its hum as the comfort of a mother

roots running deep

beyond this place

my spirit

unrecognizable by face

tethered by soul

floating so free

more vibrant than a water lily

 

divine connection – g.c.