life

  • A Collection of Gifts

    Sip. Behave. Your fresh heart Tilts behind the iron canopy; Shading the day, but not the night A fugacity of gadgetry, vanity, a fallacy. A planetary rhapsody of spiritual stagnancy. “Rationally” atrophied by science. ▫️ Ribbon rewards for gears unturned … Continue reading

    A Collection of Gifts
  • Balance

    Cave echoes, a canyon expanse. A sure junction, vivacious slotted transformational curves; Realized in inference, and linguistically slippery.  A sound. A map. A feeling. Vision toward the mountains.  Unity incarnates.  Water vapor collections adhere as thunderclouds; elegant and boisterous, loving… Continue reading

    Balance
  • A Note for Me to You

    Beauty surrounds us every day. An incredible gift. Just feel it, and know that it came into being, just like you have. It is as constant as the tides, and like the tides, it is always in motion. Look into… Continue reading

    A Note for Me to You
  • Sing ’til We Die and Keep on Singing

    Find the pieces wherever you roam. Our sacred light and its warmth aglow. As each day dawns and brings new life. How beautiful, to spawn and sing til we die.   -GKT Continue reading

    Sing ’til We Die and Keep on Singing
  • Laws are Arbitrary. People Have the Power.

    Finding comfort in the uncomfortable; Where the day starts. Walking blindly on a morphing planet, Astranged from the trees and the cycles. Clear cut the consciousness of the people, one majestic trunk at a time. Shame and jail those who… Continue reading

    Laws are Arbitrary. People Have the Power.
  • Deeply In

    Deeply in, Heaven’s breath fills the space… Jolting in my head, The foot of fiery pain. My thoughts, quake and split… Morph. Be. Like the wind, I say to myself. The yin of every day. Blowing freely over the slopes… Continue reading

    Deeply In
  • Rain

    In the eye of each drop, a dream proliferates. Rain on your tongue, or the river at your back. A sky bound mind; life-giving clouds reflect the formation of a thought. Changing. Ever-ranging inspiration within the coming rain.   -GKT Continue reading

    Rain
  • 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
  • Carl Walter Burke & Corey Jay Worsham 

    ~Unparalleled friendship far before individualistic ambition, support before an impression or indication of need; traits to be held in the highest regard.  Lead me to my friends and excuse the warm blood flowing through my veins. Let us choose to… Continue reading

    Carl Walter Burke & Corey Jay Worsham 
  • Fiddler’s Dream

    Radiant beauty with lock and key, On any street or mountain free. Oh forlorn lucidity.  The mirror of my mirror steams. A token vision, A fiddlers dream. -GKT Continue reading

    Fiddler’s Dream
  • 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
  • Shedding

    Spinning rage into cotton cloaks. Shading burnt skin pulled over pupils wide and alive. Minds; optimistic and thirsty to know. But what history shows is a continued pattern. Break bamboo and float to safety. Be not afraid of the noises… Continue reading

    Shedding
  • 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
  • Beneath the Walkway

    “Give your all,” all of your freedom said. Can you wonder, or will you hide beneath the walkway when it rains? Choice is how I find out who I am. And without it; lay a man of death. To follow… Continue reading

    Beneath the Walkway
  • All

    Roads built by men, lead to beauty in all directions. To know where to go is what will change your life, as it has mine. In my opinion, true adventure begins when you’ve reached the road’s end. And in that moment,… Continue reading

    All
  • The Evening Sky Falls

    The evening sky falls Beyond the walls, thick. Towering. The brink of Lone Pine Lake. Molecules Frozen,  if only for an instant, if only for the season. Animals Breathe; And ancient bellows move Throughout and within the heights of the canyon.… Continue reading

    The Evening Sky Falls
  • Soul Serenade

    Soul serenade is a silent parade, Marching to the beat of your heart. Wail and sing, as the echoes bring you far beyond the start. Impart joy and inspiration. Make love a declaration. To serenade the soul is to make… Continue reading

    Soul Serenade
  • Ze Blind Believers Must Die (or change)

    Where did sunlight follow? To a whisper of a tree? A middle scene of Greece? A wonder livid and lucid. The future is split as are the concords of this stark universe, “Hail!” They kneel, frivolously; crawling through the trounced… Continue reading

    Ze Blind Believers Must Die (or change)
  • This Ain’t No Imaginary Death

    Disillusioned by a city  Comfortable and beautiful. The skyline never looked so pretty. Billboards puking on the streets. Don’t go out there alone, The police are in the mood for murder. Death is the way of power in this country And… Continue reading

    This Ain’t No Imaginary Death