Author: ggkalfas

G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness.

Turning on You

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The clouds and the children are constantly screaming at me to wake up. I am already awake, so why are they always yelling at me? I think they get confused sometimes, confusing me with someone else. I understand how they could get confused; one could easily confuse me with a tree, or a burning bush at any given day of the week. Clouds and children are peculiar within the ways of the words they decide to use. It is best not to tempt them, or to stand underneath their phobias. If you do, you may run the risk of having them turning on you. This is when you are able to see their true selves, their un-attained light in action. Rocks and snails are sometimes the same way. I also do not want to leave out the doodle bug. One time, I actually witnessed a doodle bug roll itself up into a tight ball, and roll itself all the way from my house to downtown. I am not sure if this doodle bug stopped, or took breaks along the way; all I know is that it must have taken this doodle bug at least a month to get all the way to downtown. But yeah, clouds and children can be dangerous sometimes; mistaking you for something you are not. You also have to watch out for the rocks and the snails. Believe me, that is the last thing you want is for a rock hitting you sideways in the head, it can cause you all sorts of brain damage. But here is the real crazy part: people actually eat snails! I know! So, do the restaurants drive around in neighborhoods after it rains, to collect these snails for items on their menus? If you wanted to eat a snail from your yard, why wouldn’t you just go outside, bring it into your kitchen, get some garlic and olive oil, and cook it up yourself? This is why the clouds and the children laugh at people most of the time. They watch as people throw rocks at one another, and eat snails for dinner. Maybe this is why people are fucked up.

The Universe Inside of You

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My delicate sacred heart. We will never be apart. Gleaming skies. Will hear your cries. Eternity fulfilled within our hearts. We dreamed ourselves to sleep within one another. Recognizing the unknown name of father and mother. I see my myself within your eyes. No more longing for my soul. No more empty tries. No longer seeking any type of control. The tragedies and the memories will always remain. The pains of past lives are never to blame. We can drag our damaged past lives around. This is certainly no way to be found. Take in the Now. Forevermore. It is for you my longing soul. Breathe me in now. It is you I adore. It is for you my longing of no control. Withering winds. Distantly glance. Defecated away sins. Within our circumstance. There is no more to think about. There is no more to do. All I want for you is to bring about. The love I have for you. Distance is fleeting away. As the Now is eternal. Our souls long to stay. As our love is maternal. There is no use in hiding. What you feel is true within your heart. The Universe is abiding. Our souls from the start. You were hidden from me. In plain sight. Now you and I can see. There never was a wrong or a right. Only a soul’s love. A Universal eternity. The kind of tether which is unbreakable. The type of love which is makeable. Pulling and pushing. One death after the other. All the roads in the world lead to you and I. There was never a way around it. Our design was for the other. Our tragedies and maladies allowed you and I to fly. Breaking away from the past’s grasp. Clasped hands never ask why. Divided minds will never try. A deep ocean. Feeding our souls. A deep longing. Found us whole. Two within one. Eternal soul manifestation. In and within the Sun. Our rivers flow within one another. Never dividing. Never ending. Eternally eternal.

A Delicate Flame

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I have stood at the top of many mountains. I have conquered the behemoth’s I stand above, and on. Many upon many men have conquered, but only one mountain. They allowed the mountain’s altitude to dwindle their pitiful salvation. They all thought there would never be another mountain such as this. I know triumph first hand. Left Hand. I know love first hand. Broken. I have seen the catastrophes played out over and over again. They never could make me blink. But you. Only you. You brought me down to my knees, as I prayed at the alter before you. You searched down your path so desperately as to why it could never be. Never once searching down your path as to how the truest love could be. Another waking isolation hazard. Another melancholy moment memorized momentarily. Seductress with slit wrists. Priscilla. Broken glasses. Hugs which do not last as long as they should. Black rats. Dreams of reckonings. I am your reality check. I am the mirror you refused to look into. The one you tried to shatter into a million pieces. I will cut through you every time. You will eventually find your way down your path. If you let go and fully open your eyes, you will see it has been in front of you this whole time.