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  • invisible match

    When we say our words There’s a feeling that’s heard, The spin of the lightest flame. When we turn our backs There’s an invisible match, Sparked by decisions made.   -GKT Continue reading

    invisible match
  • Symbiosis

    The motion of the wild Speaks endless verses… What it says to you, Depends on who you are, How deeply you listen, And what you choose to focus on.   -GKT Continue reading

    Symbiosis
  • Life Sings in the Noble Forest

    Generals highway, quiet at daybreak. Sights unseen around each bend. The Kaweah river gleams, rushing through the canyons it has carved for itself. Inspiration steams from my eyes. With every step I admire my surroundings, searching for the best route… Continue reading

    Life Sings in the Noble Forest
  • Sonorous Surroundings

    In the spirited shine of the sky’s swaying sea, I savor the sun and schlepp my sweet steel stringed sound singer to the summit of a substantially statured and spacious southern Sierran slope. My sauntering slows to a stroll as… Continue reading

    Sonorous Surroundings
  • A Dream within a Thread; Springs Unmatched

    I wish to breath your joy, hear you laugh and hiss. See your face, full of light, like a dream, cloudless, Realized in a moment frozen. To feel some way that we’ll never forget. ~ In this western rain, the… Continue reading

    A Dream within a Thread; Springs Unmatched
  • A big Thank you! And a few thoughts on inspiration.

    I would like to sincerely express my appreciation and gratitude to all of the people who have read any of my posts over the last two years; and especially to those of you who have given me feedback. It means… Continue reading

    A big Thank you! And a few thoughts on inspiration.
  • Lungs

    Trees speak like a man with no name. No ego in their wisdom, nor breadth, nor frame. Wholistic, natural, planetary lungs, Provide us everything. -GKT Continue reading

    Lungs
  • Waves of One

    This is what I live for. Melodies in threads that speak Waves of one ▫️ Capture the pure; A door that creaks  A heartbeat’s run. ▫️ Music, you freak beast lure. Your tranquil, radiant peace Abound, beneath the sun. ▫️… Continue reading

    Waves of One
  • Floating On A Pin Tip Whisper

    Gratitude fucking the sky. It reaches me. The ravens flew. They squawked. I rolled down the passenger-side window, “Take me with you in the sky!” But before I could get the words out, they flew by. Their presence accented an… Continue reading

    Floating On A Pin Tip Whisper
  • Welcome to the Love Jungle

    Love is a reactive jungle of stem and stone. A chemical cornice of precarious consequence. Avalanching snow sifting through layers of wind blown conversations. Smashing the wild arms of the forest like a 1000 ton boulder tramples a lone sunflower.… Continue reading

    Welcome to the Love Jungle
  • Particles of Anything 

    Particles of anything, before all my eyes, appear as magical Earth. Sauntering in silence through planes of vision. Painted by warm fading light and unhatched night. Swimming as one In seas of release. Speak to me. -GKT Continue reading

    Particles of Anything 
  • Unseen Margins

    Sink into the wayward crush. Lines of perfect imperfection Meet in the unseen margins. Gaining warmth and confidence As a deadly artifice fire rages. My U.S. issue moral compass Cracks in the heat. Glass and magnets litter The forest, and… Continue reading

    Unseen Margins
  • The Creative Center

    I am eternally grateful, …The creative mind… or the creative center… The infinite depths and expanses of one’s own wonder and self belief. ▪️ The formless excretion of soul and original nature; powered by openness, willingness and courage. ▪️ It… Continue reading

    The Creative Center
  • Some Island

    The moon and stars light the white sand on fire. The underglow soothes, and burns. The ocean hears my voice so tired. I await the tides return…   -GKt Continue reading

    Some Island
  • Red Blues

    Searching for a friend in this cold town. A real conversation; genuine in feel and concept. Why must I sew with this frayed thread? The head of the needle splits and redirects the fatal bullet of red.   -gkt Continue reading

    Red Blues
  • I’ll Return as Sunlight

    The weighted steam drains from my skull. A vast well of wretched favors. Stitched lips as I drown. Floating down. Absorption files the edges. Seize my heart with a sharpened skewer. Cook it fresh, before the blood dries. Savor my… Continue reading

    I’ll Return as Sunlight