Don’t let your dreams convince you right where you are isn’t good enough -g.m.c.

LOVE

You can connect with people on three different levels: body, mind, and soul And sometimes you find people who are all encompassing A triple threat You, them, and the moment Body, mind, and soul Some people just have bodily chemistry Having them near you is electric A glance can make you feel them You think…

thoughts running through my mind and intertwine and rhyme like poetry. mornings reaching extreme mellowness all the way to bubbling excite, because there is so much uncertainty. who the fuck thought we needed to figure things out and passed this idea on? we are here, right now. why do we fear what will be recognized…

  screenshot this moment drag it into your preferred software edit it as you wish and you are left with a new image but it’s not the authentic image that you are remembering it by this is an entirely new creation created by you a collaboration between reality of one moment outside of you and…

what do i need to do to make my heart happy? … my heart is not happy when it feels “still” although it is never still there is no awareness of it no recognition of its existence nothing moving it to make me feel just the continuous flow of blood but nothing to stimulate and…

i feel a coldness in my bones an aching of the soul allow and let go let each experience flow you’ll be guided if you don’t resist sensitivity and blindness can ironically help you persist experience gives shape to the beautiful reality you help to create   awake – 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…

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…

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…

the future the essence of all my fears not even the past can amount to the future not even the countless tears in my tattered heart i fear what the past will bring to the future to dissolve the illusory to make art that can calm an old yet restless heart but the difficulty sometimes…