i see people who have never lived their truth

envy the youth

draw a line to divide those who have lived longer

but still wander

they are not fine

or wise

they have just grown tired                                                  of being naive

                              so to satisfy displease

they pretend that they know

this is wrong                                             that is right

do not fight

what they say

not only lies but consequences too have been made

punished for finding your truth

while you are still considered to be in your youth

you know yourself all too well                                                                too soon

its good to be lost

                    have to follow a boss

veer away from the line

don’t dare cross

thats what they say

but the fire in your belly put you here today

to stand up

not obey

and proudly say

that i am who i am

and i don’t give a damn

fuck the perfect plan

i’ll draw my path

won’t fear your wrath

i have my own

i’ll never be without a home

i’ll follow my soul

and will never be told

to sit down

or that faith can’t be found

it is all within

my story will begin

and i’ll have real tales

of wisdom

     for children who listen

                           to not just me

but stay curious                                                                      and search for more than they see

 

 

old souls in a new world – g.c.

There is a tight fist forming in my chest. I wish to retreat to my shell. Curl up and disappear. Thoughts pound their way through my head. I wish to rip them out, but all I can get within my clutch is my hair. Something impermanent that can be shed. I wish memories were the same. But we must deal. We must.. heal. I don’t know where to start. I don’t want self pity. All you have to do is start..right? Fuck. I have to try. Because, I’ve tasted the sweetness of life. Felt prana fill up my lungs and a breath slip from my lips along with all my worries. Trust. That is all I need to do. I will always return to who I truly am. There is no finding myself. I already am. Deep within me there is a knowing.

i am the Atlantic,

i run deep,

life can survive in the darkest parts of me,

i run in different directions,

but my waves follow the moon,

i run into other oceans,

that i can never stray from,

i love everything from myself to infinity

i believe in oceans and worlds beyond me,

with the moon as a guide and the stars as companions

believing is just as easy as knowing,

and i know that i am a soul as deep and as beautiful as the ocean

 

seemingly endless self – 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.

 

thank you..

for the free thinkers,

the idealists..,

creators

 

as i stand centered at the Brooklyn bridge,

people rushing around,

there is peace in the energetic city.

my thoughts have left the surface.

only one word lingers in my mind..

magnificent.

not wanting to let go of the moment,

standing above it all,

a part of a reality that was once merely an idea,

a dream,

in the middle of an energy vortex.

the lights dance on the water to the music of the traffic that passes from below this fixed link,

bridging together two worlds,

from one side of Brooklyn to the other,

even turning a street corner transports you to a whole new realm.

a diverse sect of one big ever-changing universe,

a city so grand.

 

there is stillness amongst the movement.

i shake inside,

from my hunger i rise,

i undeniably crave every moment and savor the taste of life.

 

-g.c.

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do you wake up in the morning in a good mood?

have you not been crushed by the weight of your actions?

what does power give to you?

you’re clearly empty.

power deceives you to believe that you are wealthy and full.

how do you function without the voice of your soul?

did you bury it so deep that it vanished?

do you even own your soul or did you have to gamble it?

so you could be manipulative and controlling,

so you could have power.

i do not think I will ever fully know the answers to these questions,

but truthfully,

i do not want your answers.

i do not deserve lies.

yet,

i still ask,

and my main question is dejected and sorrowful.

why?

– g.c.

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the sky so blue,

even cobwebs too,

these things so mysteriously perfect,

remind me that earth is worth it

 

we do not need to question it,

and see what we can get from it,

we just need to love and sit in awe

of the beauty we are apart of,

 

we too have the ability to create art ,

just as our earth continues to,

when new flowers bloom,

and green grass catches dew

 

– g.c.