coins clinking in a cup a sound that fills no one up not even with a beggar’s luck clank clank the urge to give if only they were open to receive it then my love could return them to a place the blind can see any kindness could any stranger not just me – g.c.

   

places for negative thoughts to be harbored are etched into our minds, space for the past and all its taunting mistakes to be held and all our hopes for the future to be kept. where uncertainty conquers all desire, and where presence remains absent. here, sanity is lost. when a moment comes that you are…

i will not hold onto your love and i will not hold a grudge you hurt me but pain is a great teacher my pain has been a guide to liberation i am free from your love and have found my own free of thirst i swallow the love that is given and ask for…