The fickle flame burns my name across your heart…flowers I gave…hours you saved…love was made…right from the start…you could not do for me…what I did for you…receiving of the acceptance…of what you already knew…catching love by setting it free…ours was never meant to be…you could not see the me…who was right in front of you…there was nothing more you could do…the tears ran away from your eyes…just as a child who is in trouble would…my hands did the same with your thighs…your trouble is your childhood…or the lack of one…all which was done and not done…made you rid of me…before you could actually see the real me…no more treatment for your torment…the hand has been given enough to receive…faith in ecclesiastical stars and topless bars…there is nothing more for you to achieve.
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.
Broken Words Unresolved
They seem to know me. All of me. None of me. Your voice screeches across my ears and my skin, just as a blade would slice through soft tissue. You have always placed gold above morals, allowing the functionality of your life to become slowly consumed by fallacies and regret. There is no blame when choosing a path in life; there is only the results of what you will become, as opposed to becoming what you were intended to be. Surrounding yourself with pain and torture, as a way of finding resolve through your past, is a blistering reminder of all the negations you have fallen short on within your golden life’s path. Silence the behavior of your body through euthanizing your thoughts. Slowly. Proficiently. Methodically. Permanently. This is the only good which will ever come from your wasted habits.
My Old Friend
I am visiting my dear old friend again. The circular concrete table, which hides among the low hanging vines within the back of the gravel paved patio. Dear old friends. The only one I have ever seemed to have. All of the other friends have disappeared on me. Gone forever. The circular concrete table gets me, understands me completely in every way. It always has. The circular concrete table maintains a deeper understanding, more than any human could ever have. To live alone? A beast or a god? Neither. Solitary Soul Solution. A function of the way I am. How I was created to be. Or, it is what living this distorted life has turned me into. I have made peace with it. As it is now a piece of me. A small fragment which created who and how I am. I am now. Here. Present. Solitary.
In Your Eyes
Suffocation. A deliberate form of affection. Salvation. None will exist within your arms. There is nothing tranquil about your stare. A glimpse into the void in your eyes. A momentary cause to evacuate. Nowhere to go. Escaping from myself is an old habit of mine. I cannot keep you happy. I do not have it within me to do so. It is not in my way of living. I am not here to please you or anyone else. Fuck everyone. Some people are just meat sacks with consciousness. Some people deserve their torment. Slowly. Perfectly. I have not decided what to do with you yet. I might add you to my collection in my closet. I might add you to my collection underneath my house. The way you look at me in your particular way. Behind your eyes. Thinking of me between your thighs. No lies. No cries. Only the blissful torment of what lies within you. Your hands and thoughts. Caress me from within. The inner longings of your passion. They scream to be heard. Wings of a feather. Words once remembered. Flying high within the night sky. Along with the ravens word. Till both of us die.
BIRTH LIFE MURDER
Available March 20th, 2019
Paperback and eBook are available at: http://www.vernalfirepress.com
Also available on Amazon for Kindle: https://amazon.com/author/ggkalfas
BIRTH LIFE MURDER, is an invocation of poetry, philosophies, and short stories, which pertain to the unfolding circumstances within our lives. We are born into this world, we live through our life, and sometimes we murder parts of ourselves in the process. All men are created equal, but not all men live equally. Staying true to one’s own ideals and life’s purpose, will be violently ripped away, if an unrelenting hold to them is not maintained. Do you remember who you really are? Did you lose your identity meandering down your life’s path? In order to understand life, you must first understand its language. How long can you live not knowing who or what you are? How long can you meander through your life until you realize your truth? What will it take for you to become your truth?
Your Truth
A list of your truth’s
Truth’s about yourself
Truth’s about the world
You will notice a similarity between your list and your life
Trust in your truth’s
A truth is what one believes in
It is what one sees through
It is contained within the eye’s lip’s and the tongue
The mind
Word’s thought’s and deed’s plant seeds
This will feed our wants and our needs
The blanket of your creation
A moment of hesitation
You are whatever you want to be
G.G. Kalfas 