K.Gandsy
Love
Love is
Yesterday knowing
Tomorrow
Doesn't matter
Stars seem so simple
In comparison
To what we have
But what we will have
Seems like forever's wish
Building blocks like little children
Starting at the bottom
Waiting for the crashes
In suspense
Knowing
All the big and little pieces are
Still there for us
To make an even stronger tower
The next time we play
Connecting the tiniest dots
Along a magnetic plane
Of circumstance
No airport is necessary
No landing is necessary
Because love
Is yesterday
Knowing tomorrow
Doesn't matter
A Love Song for the Unloved
A love song
for the unloved
Is like waiting
For thirteen o'clock
It won't happen
Unless it does
And if it does
The world will stop for a day
And wonder
"How can this be
That thirteen o'clock
was given to me"
Another sixty minutes
Two times a day
To build an oasis
To fast. To pray.
That thirteen o'clock
For the unloved
Does not become
Just two more
lonely hours
The Ethereal
We cast our eyes toward Heaven
Waiting for the grace of Angels
To show us that Earth
Is not all there is
That hate
Is not all there is
There is one more chance
To requite all unrequited
To build the crumbled bricks
Of our hearts
Into fine statues
Fit for a visit from the Queen
The artists are both Gods and dogs
Divine and so hungry for flesh
The light within can stop the body
From functioning in the
dark tunnels of New York City
Even though she never sleeps
She closes her eyes
Salt water forms as she cries
Like the hatching of flies
The tears move everything around them
Push pulses to fibrillation
Cause feet to redirect
Toward Heaven
The ethereal calls us
Like little children
Playing hide and seek
Atop a volcano
Their hearts wouldn't know it was too hot
If we didn't teach them
She wants us, beckons us
To unleash purple light
Across the cosmos
Because all we've ever been
We still are
And everything we can be
We still are
With love
And
If we knew what love was
We would do it
A Haiku for Ruby Bridges
Ruby Bridge's walk
Down that harsh Southern runway
True fierceness in flats
