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Thank God for the first time
It felt like a hurricane

I get it in the morning
I get it in the afternoon
I will call you when I get it done
Thank God for the first time

Check Yourself

Are we out of control?
Without your touch
I will lose my mind.

Obstacles

My art challenges the next step.
Shooting at the ending is interesting,
but don’t underestimate how much isn’t.
Are you in the way?

Carousel of Death

Thanks, Jean Murat.
I hope your day is going well.
A chance to look at the end.
Boots and hearts and prayers are with you.


Geo is an artist in Northern California

 

 

 

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6 word stories

Touching your scars made you human.
Grocery list: peanut butter and kisses.
We relish sunshine and plum blossoms.
Friends:  souls that recognize each other. 
Remembering God’s love through stinky feet.
You make me want to dance. 
My heart doesn’t listen to excuses.
You died making music, not paychecks.
So, how is the prison going?
A hairy back covered in tatoos…

♡Geo

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Art, Photography, Poetry

Light and Shadow 

Your light casts shadows
of dark figures

Your joy in negative
grief and suffering

Your light discovered
peeking out from hidden places
behind closed doors
or just
prisons
second class citizens

Your light discovered
cast long dark forms
looming and huge
frightening and angry

but the light of Your sun
like the upturned corners of your smile
rising

it takes determination
to shrink shadows
into nothing

it takes humility
to fade into twilight
and courage to face
the night of our unknown
until Your  sun rises again


Geo is an artist and writer living in Northern California.  You can reach him at geoart108@gmail.com.

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Art, Collage, Poetry, Women

Whoa Men!

Whoa men!
consider the cost
of your holocausts
your sandbox relationships
illusions of power

Whoa men!
because Womyn
has awoken
and is speaking the oath
taking to the streets

Whoa men!
your ignorance
opened Pandora’s Box
exploding into millions of pink hats
and telling the truth with laughter


Geo is an artist and writer living in Northern California.  You can reach him at geoart108@gmail.com.

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Art, Birth, Poetry

Birth

seed in my soul
whirling
disappearing
resurfacing
different
growing
until it is knocking
screaming
kicking

inconvenient!

today!

now!

birth isn’t convenient

the soul doesn’t mark it down
on the planner

we fall in love like seeds
and we raise a child like a flower

when it comes
keeping it in
pushing it away
kills it

a friend says
it’s all a risk

we fall
we rise


Geo is an artist and writer living in Northern California.  You can reach him at geoart108@gmail.com.

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Art, Photography, Poetry

Together

whispers of crestfallen waves over a rocky bottom
carrying any thoughts down stream

she points out the bridge there

we hold each other
and sway like the scotch broom
caressed by the current
rooted deep in the creek bottom

kaleidoscope sky
rainbows, sunshine, and heavy clouds

dancing around puddles
we don’t always walk the same path
but come together anyway

we come upon great beings
you’ve named
Grandmother and Grandfather

oaks scorched by fire
thick and thriving
roots deep
reaching for the sky

together


Geo is an artist and writer living in Northern California.  You can reach him at geoart108@gmail.com.

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Art, Poetry

Rain

the pitter patter of rain
slows everything

down

the spinning
that is living
spins less

I could watch these trees
sway in the breath
of something greater
for an eternity

a woman
runs by
dodging drops

how do you avoid
the sky opening up

someone exclaims that it is cold

i don’t have on a jacket

we just cropped a different photo
and i can’t get the borders
wide enough
to take in that mountain
floating in the clouds

loud enough
to be quiet
i lean against the wall
and

breathe


Geo is an artist and writer living in Northern California.  You can reach him at geoart108@gmail.com.

 

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