What do I do
with your worries
mother?

Save them
like jewlery
family heirlooms?
Or hide them
with joyful
dreams and songs?

What do I do
with your worries
mother?

Carry them 
like a camel does 
with water?
Or mix them up
with flour
and bake them to peace?

What do I do
with your worries
mother?
When they become me
without leaving you?

Joris Gjata
January 2022

When somebody
approaches you 
with fear,
tell me
what do you do?
Do you want to 
talk to them?
Do you want them 
to be with you?
Do you tell them 
stay with me,
fear is not you?
Maybe.
Maybe you fear them too.
Or maybe ,
maybe maybe,
you get curious about them, 
and they get curious about you.

​Joris Gjata
November 2021

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