Limiting, or disallowing, emotions
is, in effect, blocking your
windpipe and trying to breathe
through the pores of your skin.
Heaven knows it may be possible,
but you will waste away
attempting to find out.
A struggle, at first;
your heartbeat will hasten and
blood pressure heightens, but you
will not sustain yourself without
oxygen, or joy, jealousy
or empathy.
No emotions. No virtues.
No life.
Open your heart
and breathe.
j.g.l.
don’t tell
nobody else
needs to know
i tell my self
there is nothing
to share about you and i
no reason
to tell
unless we can admit
what we think we know
what do you
tell yourself?
j.g.l.
Judgement takes time, even when
thoughts are immediate. Four
years or five. I, then, and I now
(even as few as nine minutes ago)
questioned your motives and
morals. Yet I looked past my
concerns, or was too caught up
in a temporary rush, and never
even considered the impermanent
state of affairs. How do situations
slowly end up moving too quickly?
How do you know something is
over before the end arrives, and
why are you so saddened to realize
it is gone when it might never have
been there in the first place? Why
do you rarely remember, except at
3:12, when you could not even do
anything about it in the first place?
You knew, even at the time, it was
all about timing.
j.g.l.
A shifting shadow, the curious
moon, drop of rain resting on a
gentle leaf, a song or sound
from a passing car, laughter
caught in the night’s slight
breeze. Exacting opportunities
like these just happen. Naturally.
Sometimes it’s the
simple things that inspire.
Be moved. All day you’ve been
waiting for this moment. Now.
Create when you can.
j.g.l.
Dreams, lovers,
possessions:
they don’t just disappear.
You let them go, or were
responsible, in some way
for the loss.
Maybe its better, or maybe
it’s not entirely your fault,
but the sooner you allow
yourself room to
accept the reality,
you will spend less time
staring at the ceiling
at 2:27. . .
06/19/2018 j.g.l.