Moonlight With Galway Hookers

Came sunset on the water,

silent as ancient graves,

rolling with the hidden moon

comes softly rocking waves;

gliding sliding side by side,

our red sails slowly fill,

the secret moon calls us on,

as clouds hang thick and still;

the Galway shore fades away,

a moonlit course appears,

my landlocked soul sighs content:

set free, my fever clears;

with slicing bow, every roll

between water and wind,

moonlight guides our destiny,

sailing sailing onward.

© 2015 ACG 

Ballad of the Lost Forlorn

There was a day when all was still

and peace descended fair;

there was a day I climbed that hill

to touch the rarest air;

I saw the clouds above me roar,

I heard the West Wind scream;

I knew my heart could live no more

for there you killed my dream;

The blue above, the green below,

it all turned into death;

you robbed me of my very soul,

and stole my final breath.

And now I fly among the clouds,

my hair's the whipping storm,

I ride the West Wind's fever'd howl,

I am the Lost Forlorn.

© ACG 

28 December 2014

Take The Wild

Perhaps I never should have wandered here

unprepared

for the heartache of your lusting sneaky soul,

tangling me

in suffocating confusion;

I sought the sunlight

through your wicked shadow;

my placement here confounds

your cruel control;

this is not your place

it is mine;

your insatiable effort

to change me

fails

within the fire

of my sunset.

© ACG

02 November 2014

Under The Blood Moon

Eclipsed,

the moon loses itself

and fades into orange,

molested by the sun's overbearing light,

on the far side from me;

Everyone loves the Blood Moon.

But I just want the moon back,

I want to know it is there,

when I look up ~

shining glowing whitely

against the night sky

or hovering softly

with the morning's first breath,

I want to know it is there,

whether or not I look up ~

as familiar as your face in the window.

Everyone else loves the Blood Moon.

© ACG

08 October 2014

Take Out Your Ship

Take out your ship

let out your sail

raise your anchor

and sail away ~

though storms be brewing

take out your ship ~

when the sea is black

when the horizon's gone

the stars will guide you

the winds will lead you

the waves will lift you

and carry you home ~

for home will find you

when your journey's done.

Take out your ship

let out your sail

raise your anchor

and sail away.

© ACG 

21 August 2014

A Slight Breeze
that slight breeze blows
caressing my skin
and in an instant
I dream
you touch me.

©ACG

16 June 2014

Mid-day Poem

Dreams that woke me
like fresh rust
cutting through
three o'clock in the morning
harsh as a knife
through darkness and flesh
into my heart
leaving a tepid scar
now send me fleeing
running towards them
yearning
for their cruel embrace.

 

©ACG

24 May 2014

Love's hanging heavy now
but still
cleaner than my heart;
crisp
like burnt toast.

© ACG

02 May 2014

 

Yesterday I wept
under the weeping willow
silent tears descending
as rustling Spring breezes
caught her leaves so lightly
waving farewell ~

she wept for me.

 

©ACG

28 April 2014



 

Letting Go 

You can see the darkness

in my eyes and smile

a haunting sorrow shadows me

on the long and lonely miles 

Riding down these back roads

past rivers, farms, and fields

running from hard memories

and all the pain I feel 

These shadows ride on with me

they keep me company

if I can't learn to let them go

I never will be free

I never will be free 

Trees blur by so quickly

like the ghosts of my mistakes

the rhythm of each passing mile

beats out every heartache 

I've ridden with these ghosts so long

their nearness seems so sweet

like the whisper of a summer's day

or a promise I thought I'd keep 

These shadows ride on with me

they keep me company

if I can't learn to let them go

I never will be free

I never will be free 

The road keeps rising up ahead

and the sun keeps shining down

I'm trying hard to let you go

when I feel you all around 

You're like these ghosts that ride with me

you're like those haunting trees

if I ride on and never stop

can I leave those memories 

 These shadows ride on with me

they keep me company

if I can learn to let them go

maybe now I can be free

maybe now I can be free 

 

© ACG
27 February 2014

 

The Echo Of Your Homeless Heart

(No More Sad Reveries)

 

Looking through my lonely heart

into the sad reveries

an empty road behind me darkens

and once again

I'm chasing the echo

of your homeless heart

~ the echo of your homeless heart ~ 

Past that ancient battleground

where broken hearts lie scattered

the bleeding scarred remains

decay of yesterday

back against a wall of time

lives the echo

of your homeless heart 

I'm chasing the echo

of your homeless heart.

 

© ACG
21 February 2014

 

Don't Tell Me

 

Hey, you!

Over there, across the room,

yes, YOU.

I see you.

 

Don't tell me

of your boredom

~ there's nothing to do ~

or of your dismay

at Life's dismal details

unending;

 

Don't tell me of your gray salesman's days

when the spark leaves

and no one returns your calls;

Don't tell me

when your career slides away

in a rush of flooding waters

leaving you to find

a different shore;

 

Don't tell me of your everlasting

anger thrown out at the world

and the mean people

who've crossed your path;

Don't tell me

 the horrors and evil and the trivia

of your small small world

as it swallows you

and you feel down;

Don't tell me

of your false lovers

and your lonely nights

bathed in the solitude of stupidity;

Don't tell me

about your disappointments

when someone lets you down

or ignores you

or does not hear you

or hurts you

or fails you

in some imagined way. 

Do you hear me?

Stop looking at me

as if you know me

as if you feel my pain

as if my life and yours

equate

just because you look like me.

Don't tell me. 

I am busy, breathing.

  

© ACG
10 January 2014

 

Ode to Imbibing 

My heart is driven slowly,

my soul cannot resist;

a smoky gaze

thru music's haze

my soul so softly kissed; 

uisce beatha* delights me,

and silken draws me in;

his ancient swirls

and lustful curls

another night begins; 

again I find the music

it swells my heart so full;

tequila knows

her silver glows

surrenders to the pull; 

with morning comes the coffee,

at lunch a sip of beer;

with midnight's hour

let bourbon's power

release the dreamer's fear.

 

© ACG

* uisce beatha is Irish Celtic for whiskey; pronounced "whiskey bah" and means "water of life"

Melancholia

 

Disappointment

mantles me with grief,

realization cold and hard,

for Silence is the rule,

there is no breaking through

~ Fall In Line ~

my very breath of life

freezes

my words

in your presence,

stopped cold

literally

by the ice in your eyes

and the turn of your heart

~ Fall In Line ~

I have to wonder, as I wander

lost on streets so dark and still,

why

why

why

~ Fall In Line ~

or

walk alone

so alone

alone I walk

as midnight fades

into memories made

of solitude and pain;

melancholia in nostalgia

for once so tightly bound

no shadows cast

no sliver came between,

no icy stare

no Silence demanded,

now

when only shadows come

away away they steal

every rose colored memory

of beauty and light

when breathing was easy

and my words were free

now all is stolen

stolen away

I am left with my empty footsteps

and just an echoed hum

can you ever

for I can never

~ Fall In Line ~

  

© ACG

15 November 2013