Gigno Blog

See You Again

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Thu, 14 Jul 2016 04:13:00 +0000

I wait up, I pace around at night
Waiting for, I pray for the light
Where you show, I hope you remain
Someday soon, I can see you again

Frozen Within

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sat, 02 Jan 2016 06:26:00 +0000

Anxiety creeping like flooding water
Soaking into every crack and pore
Washing away the hope you may desire
Leaving you searching for a shore

leashing, grasping and ripping the chest wide
wounds forced with further embarrassment
guaranteed failure surrounds my day
therapy - still I feel singled out

A collaboration with SKAT A. Thank you!!!
Read her poetry: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=17922

Shadows

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Thu, 24 Sep 2015 04:00:00 +0000

Shadows tracing your life as though they were yours
Wishing all the while they were here and never more

Empty Spoon

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Thu, 24 Sep 2015 03:52:00 +0000

Dark is the night that shows with no moon
Cold is the bed with nobody else to spoon

Summer Love Ellip

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Mon, 31 Aug 2015 01:57:00 +0000

Summer love
By the sea
Splashing waves

An example of ellip poetry, written by my son.

Dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sat, 04 Apr 2015 01:27:00 +0000

Almost is the day it will surely happen
Never may really be a closer day
Prove to yourself while it is happening
Dreams are much nearer than away

Five Things To Recognize

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Mon, 06 Oct 2014 17:33:00 +0000

Five things to recognize for our world to change: 1. Hunger 2. Opportunity 3. Hope 4. Mindset 5. Reality

?uestion It

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sat, 13 Sep 2014 00:31:00 +0000

Will we just get rid of this?

Can we deal with daily grind?

Are the wrong type of people?

Trying to toy with your mind?

Will we all just see the way?

For a life they have planned?

Or stand on our own two feet?

Defending our inches of land?

Legit

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sun, 31 Aug 2014 10:11:00 +0000

How does every loss in your life rule this world?
Who in your life is fighting to stand against it?
Has your creation of somewhat life been unfurled?
What should we do collectively to continue legit?

Robin Williams

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Tue, 12 Aug 2014 00:37:00 +0000

You were an original.
Rest in peace, Robin.

Malaysia MH17

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Fri, 18 Jul 2014 01:12:00 +0000

The world needs to know who did this.

Photosynthaiku

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sat, 07 Jun 2014 04:37:00 +0000

Flower in the ground

Relies on the sun shining

Dirt and CO2

Cold World

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Wed, 14 May 2014 02:16:00 +0000

If you thought the war was cold before,

take the temperature of Putin

Worry about a country that is your own,

do not invade what is Ukraine

No blame is dealt on citizens of either

but on poor leadership within

Rebirth

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sun, 11 May 2014 00:05:00 +0000

Has the world lost its sight?

Can we still feel the weight of the Earth?

Are people willing to change?

How does humanity begin a sort of rebirth? 

Hemingway

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Tue, 28 Jan 2014 04:08:00 +0000

Ernest Hemingway 

Not a drunkard on paper

Words ending too soon

Guided

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sat, 07 Dec 2013 22:53:00 +0000

She awoke suddenly in the midst of cold night

Startled from visions still held within sight

God rest near her bedside surrounded by light

Holding out a hand to navigate her end flight

Some

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Thu, 14 Nov 2013 07:44:00 +0000

Some have and some bank more

Some make money off the poor

Some gamble the bet to score

Some behind the unknown door

Some take risks forever more

Some will try but never soar

Some parlay nothing to score

Some demand for another door

Broadcast

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Tue, 17 Sep 2013 06:08:00 +0000

Broadcast what you know well

Live after as a tale to tell

Figure out ways to owning up

To anyone you helped disrupt

Be taller than six feet down

Not only a loss in your town

UBC

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Tue, 03 Sep 2013 04:22:00 +0000

UBC: United Brotherhood of Color

It is not a group but a movement

Working together for improvement

The color of skin is unimportant

Being as one to remain accordant 

Sublime

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Mon, 02 Sep 2013 15:17:00 +0000

I have you on my mind each time I hit rewind

When I think of you it makes me feel sublime

A memory as fresh as the grape from the vine

Your sweetness that entices me to see inside

Vault

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Mon, 02 Sep 2013 15:16:00 +0000

Have you had thoughts within your mind that weighed like a brick

Kept deep within your soul and burdensome from becoming so thick

Nothing else will ever compare to the prodigious magnitude of it

Keeping them trapped within your vault that you have constructed 

Organize

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sun, 11 Aug 2013 03:16:00 +0000

She hates my clutter, how it is all around

Things that are lost, have yet to be found

Saying I just maybe have a little too much

Well everyone has to have their own clutch

Did I mess everything to end up far enough

How will I ever organize all of this stuff

Days Of Yesteryear

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Sat, 27 Jul 2013 17:19:00 +0000

We would find a spot in our town

Any place we could just hang out

A nook we had to gladly get down

Retreating there and turning out

We tried to do something as dumb

As blame thoughts of being young

To think an end would never come

No stone unturned or song unsung

I Got Ripped Off

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Fri, 19 Jul 2013 03:08:00 +0000

To those who scam one another

One day you will be smothered

You cannot do it for too long

And you know that it is wrong

Any delusion you may have had

Becomes much more than so sad

All you hope will not be true

It ends up that ending to you

Nowboy

noreply@blogger.com (Gigno) — Fri, 12 Jul 2013 03:18:00 +0000

He's an urban redneck

Likes his George and Madflex

He's country and what's next

Metropolis with crops

From barn to the city

Farming in the nitty-gritty

He's surrounded by concrete

Too many suburb plots

Sticking to dirt past

Agricultural for the future

He's certain who are unsure 

Aware of hidden costs

Plowing his own stake

And modern, make no mistake

He's in tune to the horizon

Up until he drops off