“If you cannot be a poet, be the poem”
— David Carradine
A Sad poem I am
full of unrealized dreams
and strange longings
My rhythm sucks
and there is little reason
let alone rhyme.
There were a few verses about love once
but they got written over
by frustration
The angry words were in turn
never entered
left in foggy resentment.
Sorrow, regret are just words
with resonance that go far too deep
A spiritual ode
weaves in and out
as does humour (on the wane of late)
I know the poet well
and perhaps he can be persuaded
to turn this poem around
yet for now his pen lies at rest.
— G A Rosenberg
“There are no happy endings… There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories – perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years – and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.”
― Charles de Lint
Sharing tales by the fire
and knowing that for awhile
we’ll travel together
Lovers, friends, strangers
exchanging gifts, words, experiences
sharing a bed, an adventure, a lifetime
or several.
We may part one day for awhile
yet in parting we leave the gift
of chapters in each other’s tales
on the unending road ahead.
Blessings, G
“How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?”
— Richard Siken
Always changing
my butterfly self
killing the caterpillar in my cocoon
then moving on to the next
Transforming
from when to when
and from who to whom
yet always myself
I mourn for the cast off skins
of mes past
as I long for the kiss
from the me yet to come
that will send me off
this transitory form
of my eternal being.
— G A Rosenberg
“All you have to do is write one true sentence.”
— Ernest Hemingway
I don’t know the truth yet at least part of me wishes to know it. There is also part that loves the mystery and the not knowing. I have known love and treated it badly and well. I have known crushing despair. I have also know joy. There are parts of myself that are rarely satisfied. I seek knowledge yet run from it. I carry contradictions. There are many whom I love. Hate takes a lot of energy. Annoyance is relatively easier. Tho the previous statements are all the truth as I know it, I wonder how many contain lies as well.
Blessings, G
Hecate by G A Rosenberg 
Final Audience by G A Rosenberg 
Drifting Expansion by G A Rosenberg 
Time Warped by G A Rosenberg 
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Invoking Her by G A Rosenberg 
Field Theory by G A Rosenberg
Caught Up in a Clockwork Nightmare by G A Rosenberg 
Time’s Cup by G A Rosenberg
Ghost Whispers by G A Rosenberg 
Nevermore by G A Rosenberg 
Self-Consuming by G A Rosenberg 
Reflecting on Misdeeds Past and Yet to Come by G A Rosenberg 