(been a while since I’ve shared but recently been inspired to write again, not just from the head but from the heart… but like you say, “good things take time”, and as promised, “always write…”) For me… It had been six months of outbursts and release, sporadic moments of excitement and unanticipated bouts of silence, … Continue reading Submerge, Merge, Emerge
Dear Darling, You asked me recently to opine on your 'issue' Though it's pretty obvious, given all the clues Seems you're scared to feel what's real to you Scared of projecting what you've been through All the while desiring adventure and something new Yearning to love freely breaking from your ideals and rules Still, guarding … Continue reading Poem to You
I come from a nation large and strong Where we raise our voices in song Sing praises unto the heavens and earth With a dozen languages of different words Our people, we know of tragedy and pain We know more of loss than of gain Yet we seek not to dominate We seek a commitment … Continue reading South Africa
The bird wanted the fish to feel How free it was to fly He plucked the fish from the sea And got angry when it died... MG [Moral] Acceptance and cooperation The bird is freest when flying in the sky, whereas the fish is freest in the water. The bird imposed its … Continue reading Free
They won't know where you've been Nor where you've going All they know is... Where you are. ~Anon~ Judge all you want What I say or do For you know nothing of what I've gone through Who I've been What I've seen To get to where I am I've done what I can I'm a … Continue reading Reality
How free can we be When free is different to you and me To be free of sickness and pain or to be free from knowledge that constrains? Knowledge is freedom Sickness constrains Pain strengthens Love liberates In freedom we find power In power, freedom diminishes Humbled and meek Freedom we seek To love is … Continue reading To Be Free… (Poetic Dialogue)
(Creative writing: May 2009 - when it all began) Perhaps there was nothing wrong with her to begin with, and she was just as normal as everyone else. But maybe it was her honesty that landed her where she was now—a rut. All that she once represented, all that she once was, the person she … Continue reading Don’t Look Away
We are only ever incarcerated by what we perceive to be "need". This is why loving you, darling, is my liberation. My liberty. I'm free, you're free, and amidst all this freedom, I choose you. MG
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 