"Pick your moment..." you say. "But you're so much more than just a moment..." I smile. MG You know that feeling when all the days merge into one? When a month feels like a week, a week like a day, all the days are one long adventure that you have no inkling of which hand … Continue reading Timelessness — MG
oh whoa, here comes a rhyme…determined to actually get it right this time… is it a state of being or a state of mind? as a hand picks up a pen to write lie back, relax, as the ink glides feeling those metaphors free-flow into the night simply watch as the jargon unfurls concocting sentences … Continue reading Here Comes A Rhyme… (Poem by MG)
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 from MG
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Hello silence, ye olde friend Once acquainted, we meet again We do not see one another often Not since I left you alone in that coffin Where have you been, you strange mystery You glance, then evade our torn reality As if you are nothing but a dream A flicker in time, an untold memory … Continue reading Hello Silence
I exist in whatever world I make One I could create A world from which I need not escape For it expands only to embrace A world where I don't discriminate Merely give what I will take A world that's real, where nothing is fake Where there's no "lose or save face" They coin it … Continue reading My World
My dearest darling, For the longest time I have kept you sheltered and kept you protected. I have hidden you in the crevices deep below the depths, beyond where even I myself dare not reach. But I have listened to the echoes within the silence, riveting from your soul and out of my hands. I … Continue reading Greatness
"You could have anything you want, you just need to take the first step out of the front door," he had said to me, a long time ago. I never understood what this meant, but there he watched, from a distance. Waiting. He was waiting for me, and he didn't even know it. His process … Continue reading Him
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 