poetry
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Her Reflection
How does her reflection Shine so bright in the eyes Of a twin, high up on a mountain? Smiling down into the fertile valleys, Soaring beneath the birds in flight, Calling out into the desert hills, And listening to world… Continue reading
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Caught in the Anchor
I thought you reached out to me.. My heart sank, afraid that you wouldn’t ever reply. The sound of your voice is having the choice to swim When the rest of the world is pulling me in. I’m caught… Continue reading
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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
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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
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Touted in Gold
Touted in gold, rememberance consume; The likened illusion of a litany of laughter. Exuberance supersedes cohesive expansion As lithographs of African maps shadow the halls of a great American lodge, where trophies matter to a child’s father. -GKT Continue reading
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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
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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
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Dark Angelian Morning
I will write in the dark. Concaved apartment walls between me and morning’s earliest light. Piano rings through my ears; sweet delight deep inside it’s essence. There is no time for sleep, The day is here… Step out into the… Continue reading
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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
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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
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Friction Slated
Friction slated. Level the home from the inside outward. He’s aware of the demise. Cringe and cry, but the wrecking ball flies. -GKT Continue reading





























