"...to be part of that writing..." It was an unusually quiet day, and I mean unusually quiet in the sense of both inner peace and external silence. It was not a disconnect nor dissociation from reality, rather a reconnection to a passion and inspiration that echoed melodiously in the stillness. In the stillness, there is … Continue reading Intrinsic
The low growl of construction The echo of city rhythms The flashing lights on the street The metronome of life's beat Sirens all around Noises, so loud People scream for no reason Regardless of time or season Boxes and lines everywhere Humans scattered here and there No matter where I look, there's a distraction Divided … Continue reading Urban City
Every time I try to write a letter I can find a million ways to better The words I place right on the page Paper and ink, a written stage On which I placate my unrevealed self As if this book was a display shelf Bound, wrapped, unexposed, but true The mysteries held in me, … Continue reading After All This Time
A king's crumb The pauper's pearl ~MG~ Kings, they sit amongst each other, feasting on rum and wine. They eat and drink, mock laymen and slash servants for fun. The kings awake the next morning with bitter hangovers, only to rule the People whose integrity was entirely disregarded merely hours prior. Councillors, they converse with … Continue reading From Kings to Paupers
You enable me to feel What I've been afraid of Yet restrict me from doing What I believe keeps me alive I don't merely mean the blood Pumping through the veins But the vigor that breathes life That reflects both sun and rain There are days I try my best To be kind, to be … Continue reading Balance of Both but Not a Buffet
Dear...friend, It has been a long time since I've written you a letter from the heart. Yes, it's not the first, and it may not be the last. But it is a letter nonetheless, one that should be read; if not by you, then by those who will meet you in the future. For the … Continue reading Still Standing
He was a trendsetter. He wrote about himself, and they all wrote about him. So he wrote about her, and they all wrote about her. Then he wrote about them, and they all left. None the readier. MG 21.2.17
Getting things done. Organizing, tidying, shuffling. Redecorating, rearranging, reallocating. Compartmentalizing. And when you're done with all of it, you take a step back and look at the bigger picture. What do you see? MG
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 