Fires

There is a fire in my belly/ And I do not know how to put it out/ How do you extinguish something that lives inside you/ How do you get to the water when you’re the one doing the burning/ I am the Burning Man/ I am what will warm you and I am what will scorch you/ I am not too big nor too small/ And I will always be wary of how much space I occupy/ If I could, I would walk on air/ Not step on any toes/ Become sunshine and practically not exist/ But I am here, and I have been here/ And I have walked on surfaces soft enough they’ve molded themselves around the shape of my feet/ And I have walked on enough sharp thing to still be picking out the thorns/ And it gets a little bloody sometimes but that’s okay/ What is fire if it doesn’t rage a little red sometimes?

A.G.

Dreams of Falling

I dream of falling.

I’m greedy for weightlessness,

Even if it is just for a second.

I dream of stepping off of places so high

They tower over you.

I want to look down and see

How the sunsets see us-

Tiny blobs of something

That does not resemble us.

To take a step and experience 

All of that bright blue sky.

To feel the air beneath the feet

The feet riding all of that air.

Feet so jealous of lungs 

For getting to do this all the time.

I want to fall, with all of my heart.

To feel the heart drop to the stomach

As I jump out of the airplane,

Try to meet the earth;

Try to clutch at all the nothingness.

It must be clarifying

That  

          big

                    of

                             a 

                    NOTHING.

-A.G. 

What We Become

so maybe there will be no coming of age.

maybe there will be no moment, signifying glory;

hell, maybe there will be no glory.

maybe we’ll simply be two people who were here and then weren’t.

the gods will not line up moments for us to scavenger hunt our purpose;

maybe we will not have a purpose.

or a god for that matter. 

in one moment you’re driving home and you’re singing loud with your best friend;

in another you get mistaken for a man with your helmet on, the bulky death bike and then you get out of a ticket when the policeman sees your face and you come home in giggles.

in another moment you’ve decided to live through another day. 

so maybe we will not be anything that aches when it is gone.

maybe we’ll be mundane and chaotic indecision floating in an abyss of our own selves

and maybe you never get to meet that famous 2010 singer you liked as a teenager, 

and you never get to learn the fourth language,

or go to that remote country

or kiss the love. 

maybe there is no love here. 

maybe we will go quietly, with naive hope that is false but you hold on to anyways

because if you do not have this hope to hold on to, there is nothing else. 

to hope is to have the courage to pray, against all odds, 

to pray that there is someone out there lining up things for you,

lining up lives and people for you to become. 

to have hope is to be terrified of all the realities.

we’ll go quietly, unnoticed; 

and yes this does not match what we wanted to be,

but there are happy endings in all those poems and stories to make up for all the ones you never get to have in your reality.

A.G.

Modern Times Of Technology

The internet is done connecting us.

 If you’re reading this you already have the information about the entire world and beyond at your fingertips. 

As far as the human timeline goes, this is the most connected we have ever been. Everything beyond this point is a frantic effort to see what else can we do, what more can we imagine and successfully bring into existence. The technological revolution is happening now, it is not a near distant object of the future anymore. 

And we get front row seats to see the shift occur- to have witnessed the coming of smartphones and now to be able see them reach a point where actually using them requires bare minimum effort.

We are making machines and training them to do our work for us and until they can, we will keep making machines that make our labor less and less strenuous, reduce it to a point where we do not exert any significant efforts.

And when we have achieved exactly that, when we have let the “robots take over”, we’ll probably start afresh, start on some other seemingly far-fetched expedition once again. 

Necessity might have been the mother of invention but perhaps invention is secondary to curiosity, which is human nature in the same manner the very first caveman went striking two stones and there was fire.

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