The recall

I recall…
Silence… Silent as a night in the midnight hour
This air is so suddenly sour
As I try to write these thoughts on this page
Where are my thoughts
So scattered… I miss the days we’d talk for hours
Just thinking about how our minds are so intertwined
It kills my chi to know we are constantly in a battle
This war I’ll surrender for the smile, the comfort, for the yesterday
I recall your smile, and how it shows
So bright…. That at night it glows.
I just want you as my forever..
But only if you feel we belong here
Together forever
I recall
The winds upon our faces feeling alright
My soul my mind feeling untight
I’m at ease
I recall the nights holding you, at ease

Jay g

Dark memories written within these alleys

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fear, hate, love, poems, poetry, Poets

Dark alleys
Are what become of my mind
Blinded by the absence of the feeling I’m used to is the reason my soul is being held captive
By the shell in which has molded to it
I’ve become mentally insane
From the dreams created inside of this frame
So much for this brain
So much for this mind of mines
As I search through memory banks looking for who use to be mines
She left months maybe years ago
She left nothing but a letter attached to it was her pain
And….. Her half of what we use to share
Now my utopia is lifeless surroundings
The doves that hit the sky are flying upside
And the hearts the love birds are now beating irregular
My spine trembles and not because of the butterflies that were in my stomach
But because my nerves are giving
Dark skies turn darker
This alley begins to look like a valley
My mind…. My saynapes
Isn’t….

Jay G

Deepest fears

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black love, fear, love, poems, poet, poetry

The pretty
Even the beautiful feels the harmful whispers
Even the most intellectual fears the unknown
The most gentle is afraid of the subtle
The deepest fear the steepest
The pretty, fears the reflection
Even to mirror that isnt a reflection of there inner
The beginning is no brighter than the middle nor ending
The ending is just as shallow as the waters that ran from the meander in the river
The ugly exposes just as much as the pretty
The only interjection is the beautiful covers the scars
The pretty
Even them fear the harmful effects of what could or never be
Even if people replicate what they see
The pretty……

Jay G

Devine dreamer

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black love, Devine, dreamer, love, poems, poet, poetry

Devine dreamer
There was a knock upon my door
While my nightmare was resumed
While demons tried to breach my room
There you were to save me
Here you are to protect
To collect and souls of those who have tried to use my heart as a shield
Devine dreamer
There was knock upon the window seal
I couldn’t get to the latch in time
But some how you already had a key.
Welcome home
Devine lover

Jay G

Skepticism

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black love, love, poems, poet, poetry

I must be skeptical to think that we couldn’t
That we shouldn’t
Run away
Get away…. Hide away….. forever
In the open for others to become jealous
For others to attempt to replicate
For those who are happy
To observe and congratulate
From the most obscure angle
You can see the pleasure in our hearts
The long lasting
Forever filling… Of that emotional feeling
That never lustful, but forever loveable
Love
Skeptical to think that I couldn’t hold you
While watching the world end
While leaving this place
While loving you
Why cant I
If loving you is easy
If loving you is therapeutic
If embracing you Is so gracious
Free flowing even without movement
Skeptical no more
As I will endure…. All of your love.

Jay G

Sweet on you

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black love, love, poem, poetry, season, Sweet

Sweet on you
Like the midnight breeze in the middle of June
July, August, September
It’s now November I believe
and you still haven’t returned to me
Now guitar strings and piano keys
Play with the ear drums of I
Instead of your voice…
Sweet on who
Your scent resembled sweet sugar
And my spine would tingle from
The spark it would give my olfactory nerve
Now I find my nerves as I call you my queen
My daymare
Night dream
My spirit collector
Sweet on you
Sweet as the cane that sugar could produce
Sweet as newborn from the womb
Sweet on who, no reason to ask why
Or to say oh
When I’m sweet on you

Jay G

Sapphires falling from the thoughts of a ruby

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black love, love, poems, poet, poetry, soul

She wishes upon rubies…
Hoping that sapphires fall in her favor
She misses the way her eyes sparkle from the flash of cameras
From the glitz and glamour
She just stares upon her reflection
Trying to hurdle over the obstacles that block her motivation
But she still wishes
Not to the moon… Nor to the healer
But to the blood colored stones that have stitched her wounds
Pleading that her soul wasn’t so glass like
Wishing it was more to her than these images created by the flashes from the camera
Wishing, waiting
For her sapphires to fall

Jay G

Faint winters

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black love, love, poems, poet, poetry

Memories.. faint illusions
Grasp my attention out of its slumber
Is it… December? November?
Is my heart still gone til September
I remember… Holding your attention with my
Details… Now my details seem less… Impressed
And your smile lessened
Silent lessons… Learned by a mind so rapid
I understand the chi of the spirit
The collection within a soul
I see the visual
Feel the physical
And I remember… The months and how they flashed forward quicker than water filling a glass
But I remember

Jay G