Be Okay With It

A romantic mind is hard to find as most of us live blind in a world of material
But I'd rather have a palm filled with priceless post-it note poems with you
than pretend plastic pieces of soul bought sorely with a price, from the rest of them

I haven't met you but outside of my world I know you are there
In a world of wonder not unlike my own mind
With dreams of real things not as far away as they seem

Until I find your kind soul like my own I find peace of mind
In being romantic for myself until you get here

Because
In those moments of alone is where the truth brightly shines
Where under the lonely sky there is me, a person dancing to the melodies of crying stars
And being okay with it

In those moments of alone is where I exist

lovingly, on my own
Where standing in the waves holding my arms out to the world is me
Being okay with it

Being okay with being alone
Eating dinner in places where most people fill the spaces between the tables
Walking beaches and large rocks to reach spots where I'm on top of the world
Making wishes on flower petals and sharing solo kisses with the breezes
Waiting for the moon to illuminate shadows on your face unknown to me yet

Until then I am okay with it
Being romantic for myself until you get here
To dance with me under that lonely sky of stars that still cry
To stand in the waves on a day where our arms become the world of each other's hearts
To walk beaches and large rocks to reach spots where we are on top of it all

How I've missed you my whole life I've not known you but when I do
I will be more than just okay with it.



HGM
11.24.17

Revered Return

Parallels of new realities leave room for a hope once thought unattainable
Pushing back from the grain of the mundane, we remain here
Solely stuck pleasantly in a repeating dream of echoing laughter and
spiraling thoughts, getting lost and becoming found

Redone beginnings complete the repeat of a hello once gone
Returning with an augmented flame not unlike the first
Pausing in disbelief as the world continues, time stops
Here

I revere

Taking solace in places of familiar faces in the apathy races
Smiling in billows of unchained adoration rendering me
Warmed with mutual descant of joined harmonies that leave all unkind eyes behind


HGM


11/5/17

An Abstract Levity

Clinging to spaces nonexistent in time
Words rage through the cracks to create an exposure of vulnerability
Clashing with the existential reality of that which is placed on the sidewalk

Damaging reflections of introspect reach beyond the veil of morality
Glimpses of a kindred home wreak havoc on the soul
Desperate for the avenue that can free the monster of anxiety

Demanding values bring agony with wishful desire to release all hesitation
Extinguish doubt and fear of loneliness unwanted
To arrive in the comfort that was present amid the chaos



HGM
9/14/16

Brown Paper Prints

As the daily battles continue,
it's in the insignificant things where peace is found.

Brown paper prints and dancing flailing arms.
Being a dragon-slaying badass and a potion's master.

Choosing to not feed the monster
by instead pointing toward memories and moments of nostalgic music,
and hands reaching for hanging flower buds.

Warm blankets surrounding chilly skin with snacks and swear words for company.
The process becomes clearer as the product starts to no longer matter.

Remember these things.
Remember who you are, what you stand for, what is allowed, and what is loved.

Raspberry, validation, theme, and companionship.
Kick some ass.


HGM
4/24/16

A Mindless Meaning

Rushing through the wild I know I have nowhere to turn,

Reaching in all directions for not nothing but something, something unknown to me

Confusion erupts through the inward soul I have kept and I lash out at myself in spite,

Reducing me to what is now an unrecognizable being

Swarming around are whispers and accusations holding fast,

Leaving space for nothing but what I despise,

A cancer of my created world, a death upon my plate,

Deep in the center of my core I know it has to be over,

And I shred every last hope and memory to rid myself of anything more than it all.  

HGM 

11/8/15

Natural Justice

Shouting through to the empty walls, there is no recipient for the longing of souls connected,

Desperation for belonging buried what little flame there was, masking it behind a facade of smiles unreal with contempt and defeat

And the disappearance begins, beckoning and calling names to taunt panic and arise infliction 

Yet on its strongest day desperation leaves a flickered flame behind 

With a hopeful lone sound of precious rich timbre 

The velvet ringlets of affinity come in gracefully as a rescue

A soft voice and untired eyes readying to fill the void that is the extinguished flame

Familiarity of condition calls desperation to return and draws souls nearer 

As the worlds collide to a harmonizing unbalance, bringing dissonance and disruption to the very paths of the mundane,

A flame ignited and

A natural justice


HGM

11/5/15

Restoration

the wind shakes loudly in my ear and leaves fly in spirals around my fingertips
new colors surround my retinas and hope envelops my skin
strings of a viola and sounds of passion embellish what my heart longs to say and what my soul yearns to hold again
the fields of peace surround me and I'm in the middle of it all with more heart than a body can handle,
from all directions voices of love take my breath away and my heart beats for what it could have someday,
eyes closed and heart open I see more now than I ever could before.
realization sinks deep to my toes as I see who you are and love genuinely what I see.
heavy and light at the same time, I don't know which way is which,
happily lost and forever found I am undivided and my thirst sincerely quenched
every uttered word from your lips shakes my soul to the bone and fractures every insecurity,
I watch as negativity dissipates into nothing and as depth gladly takes its place,
my arms held wide open and my smile spread far, I welcome every blessed moment of felicity,
tears stream down my face and fall to the ground, watering every part of who I am,
what used to be caverns of pain are now mountains of life and everything has become relevant
to a journey I can't wait to begin.
smiling through the blur I see undoubtedly now
that I belong nowhere else than in your arms


HGM
7-2013