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a convo with…. part 2

20 Friday Apr 2018

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what is a man to do.. when
they lose there figure..
there mold
there… blueprint
do they digress into the boy they were
or do they remain a man without guidance
do they become a man seeking confidence,
what are we to do, other than make them proud of us?
who do we run to when for our children we can not find the pathway to kindness
ive been lost in someways since the day your voice went silent
i am going to be a husband in hopes to emulate what you created
father too
i just hope you are proud of me
look down on me and smile
skies have been clearer since january
and grandma is okay
ive been hiding the fact that i miss you
but i get weak too
at a lost of words because im unsure of what to do
what are we supposed to do
ive stopped drinking as much.. like you asked and im trying to better my friendships as well as relationships too
and jas and i opened a new chapter i just wish you were here to coach me through
for us, father figures are so important
and i miss mine….

Jay g

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four, 20

20 Friday Apr 2018

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i gathered the buds.. beautiful in color
placed them within
twisting and turning
fusing the flavors
meditate?
relaxation becomes priority on days that i tend to medicate
placing my demons inside of this rolled provision
is the reason i see clearer
as the smoke evaporates into the ceiling
4 mins and 20 seconds
4 hours and 20 lessons
my mind has conjured so many connections
restored so many collections
inhale… only to exhale
some prefer yoga
others take medication

jay g

a convo with…..

20 Friday Apr 2018

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I HEAR YOU GRANDA, I HEAR YOU

some find love in the gentle
some find love in the harsh
i found love in her mental
she remains on my mind, even on the warm days of december
and on the first day of spring. shit i still remember
what my grandfather told me in his last november
love that woman like i loved mine
and maybe you too will see multiple years fly by
damn..
some seek solace in silence
some grab life at the loudest
i am happier here, with you
i can do this at the peek of living or holding your hand dying
some rather not speak of death
some rather not speak of dying
but really its a difference in the to, symptoms
when youre dying, your still fighting
fighting to live
or at least trying
death equates to the spirit flying
but some find love in gentle
i find love in the middle, the middle of your soul
where i can leave my body and create something whole
some seek love at the worst
and sometimes that can leave to hurt
heal your wounds first
because if they are half way healed
that scar tissue will never come back to its health
love in the
some
find..

Jay G

Trust in an illusion

07 Saturday Apr 2018

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And to think….
I trusted you. Fused my soul with yours
Freed what you were afraid to see in yourself
Only for you to say things you claim you regret
That’s where it began to change for me
See
My love was yours until you made it feel lessened
Until you proclaimed through confession
Now you
You, short of words
And your explanation?
Need to be justified with use of Mark’s of explanation
You need to stand by what you say
Because hurt is like alcohol to spirit within
Because you say what you mean with no thought in between
But you claim to love me
You claim that this was meant to be
Yet
We met in the lines but we died because you didn’t understand how what you said had affected me
And these are the effects of the causes that you placed here for us to
But the world sees us as artist that wear our souls here to see
And to think I trusted you

JG

Jazz on a sunday

11 Sunday Mar 2018

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Jazz on sunday
pianos and tea…
strings from the guitar play gently
and these lights
(laughs)
dimly lit
with you and your soul latched onto me
like jazz on a sunday
while our earth is storming
rain falls upon this home in which we occupy
you and i
you lay in the pink laced robe as i write about you
confess no other love compares to the one i have created for you
counting down to the days of i do
i am forever grateful
for you
jazz… like the music
jasmine like the flower.. bloomed and perfected
and forever as you root onto my bones allow me to water your soul
jazz on a sunday

Jay G

feminine

09 Friday Mar 2018

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she nurtures
she loves with all of her
wears her emotions on the skin, shes beyond vulnerable
she decides to know and grasp the concept of forever as she brings on new life
she nurtures
mother of nature and goddess of creation
the same blood lost is the same strength she receives
a woman is a blessing
and us as men are the receiver
so love thy woman
console the soul of that woman
not to create but build up and destroy the insecurities that bother thy woman
because without the womb that she posses
there would be nothing here but
fields of grass
sunflowers and roses

Jay G

violets for a rose (part 2)

14 Wednesday Feb 2018

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she asked if i enjoyed the theory of a rose..
how its planted to bloom
to die
and then regrow.. i told her i enjoy the moment more with her how she to me
resemble a violet
as majestic as it sounds
how roses are everyday but violets are hard to come by
she says violets whats the theory that follows it
i say its simple as a rose
how it is planted to bloom to die
and regrow but the difference is the root
how it last a bit longer
when it wilts and regrows the petals are darker
more vibrant in other words
so the process is much longer
so a violet is more delicate and valuable like a diamond
the theory of a violet

Jay G

violets for a rose (part 1)

14 Wednesday Feb 2018

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these violets are for you
blue..
on the caramel skin of you
has me thinking and feeling and wanting
something
these violets are… laid her to surround you
because if they are blue and roses are the hue of your cheeks after i say i love you
then you understand that i mean what i say
when i tell you i adore you
cherish you
that i love you!
that you are mine and i am at your will
if you would have me
these violets, delicate than glass to the floor
are for…the person who holds the key to my hearts door..

jay G

nights with my love

13 Tuesday Feb 2018

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i removed the roses from the stem
before creating this trail, from there to here
where i am here, hoping you can hear these words as you walk in the door
hoping you listen to me
when i recite
these petals that you walk were picked from fields that ares captured Aphrodites heart
here we are
you looking immaculate, feet arched by the heels that hold you
frame encased in a bodycon black as the night time that the moon light bounces off
your hair down
lips natural…. nails pointed at the tip
and your skin… is asking for my lips upon the shoulder of you
i saved a rose for you
on this day…
happy valentines

three seconds to love

13 Tuesday Feb 2018

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It only took 3 seconds to know that Id love you forever
That you would hold my last name
And we’d be
On cloud nine making our way to happily
You make the earth feel like venus is the planet we walk
That our love is voiced by the alignment of the stars
And that we,
We are a story that the gods made stories about
You
Make me understand why people create love songs
Why people love
Why people fear losing and why people fight for love
See
I know and understand why its important
And you make me feel like everything means nothing
Without you saying something
Without hearing you tell me that loving you is exceptional
And life is just life without loving you
Because for me loving you is life and without you life is meaningless
See I stumbled upon the emotion of it
Found the courage to motor the motion of
And finally fall in love deep without fear in drowning for you
1 second
2 second
3
So this forever?
Hello

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