I saved a spider's life
one day
when I noticed
its arms
thin and slim
and fragile looking
on the white
hand washing bowl.

I grabbed it away 
with a towel,
a paper towel,
kept it there
alive,
safe from the running water.

I saved a spider's life
one day,
and I hope it remembers,
though it does not matter
as long as I remember.

I saved a life,
to whom I can say hello
later today,
and tomorrow.

J.GJ.
November 25, 2019

I live my life
in poetry
I cannot remember
a difficult time
I did not rely 
on it
for finding me
for listening to my voice
for making sense
of loneliness
presence
others
life.
Thank you!

J.GJ.
November 25, 2019

Streams of tears
To push the boat
Into rapids and waterfalls deep.

Rivers of sweat
To float the sails
Into splashing and smashing seas.

Oceans of piss
To drain the bucket
Into spongy springs underground.

Can I moisten
With a mist of blood lava
The milky juices
Of my icy cocktail,
To melt my glacier
And fill the glass
With my clouds' heaviness, 
Or spill acid rain?

J.Gj.
June 16, 2020

Don't question me!
Don't you dare,
Tell me 
What I can
and I cannot!
Don't doubt me
for a moment!
I will become a beast,
a dragon,
fire-breathing 
terrifying one,
And somebody will regret,
having me 
awaken,
with that strength
and that new meaning!
If dare you will,
don't you dare.
Of me,
For both,
I care!

J.Gj.
November 2019

The rain is gone
No flow of water
By the road side
But the sparkling
Goblets and droplets 
Still there
Hanging on
To the branches
The brown thin branches
Under the cold
Rays of sunshine
Half in shadow
With one bright side
Still there
Crystal clear rain droplets
Full of bright
And there...

J.Gj.
November 2019

Crystal adorned branches
Dripping thin branches
Brown chocolates branches
In small goblets
Droplets of water
Sky tears
Or simply relief sprinkles...
From a heavy day...

Bubbling streets
Gray reddish pavements
In flowing waters
And under shocking 
Brief car tire interruptions.
Floating bubbles
Popping bubbles
Breathing streams
Boiling feelings
In a shower
With endless circles
Moving on the surface
Of reflective liquid
And fluid souls
Of a gray day.

J.Gj.
November 27, 2019

Lemons
They tell you to squeeze them
And Make a Lemonade
But Nobody asks Who is Going to Drink That
And Miss the Point 
That Lemonade Makers
Are not necessarily Lemonade Drinkers...

J.Gj.
​December 9, 2020

Curiosity
Observes
with Sparkling Eyes

It has Impatience
and Patience

It waits
It smiles

It has an Open Mouth
of Awe
of Excitement

It jumps
It hugs
It embraces

Curiosity 
Makes the Cat

J.Gj.
November 2020

It's eight o'clock
Birds at work
On the covered ground
Through the fallen leaves
Beaks take peeks
Robin beaks
Bluejay fluff
Squirrel tails up high
Red woodpecker heads
To naked tree bodies fly
Birds at work 
It's food o'clock
Breakfast time

​J.GJ.
November 17, 2020

​It is snowing here,
And I feel alone,
Among stupid things I have to do,
What do you want me to show you.
What
I want to know
Maybe what has no answer
An illusion of mind
Fear and external values
That have cloated my blood vessels
Those that bring air to the brain
And I just cry
The crazy inside wants to crack open
Leave out fear
Throw out fear
Get in fresh air
Breathe with confidence
In the common end
Love and death…
What is the point in doing this
If pleasure is converted into pain
Maybe because it is worth having
Suffering justified
I do not want that
Stupid
The snow is falling 
Out of the window
Let your eyes wonder there 
And forget of your judgemental world
Illusions 
Reality is out there
In the snowflakes…

J.GJ.
January 2012