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

The crying and writing ritual
Why not
They go together
Tears untold Words 
When you don’t find them
You know you have them
When rolling slowly 
Down your humanity
Those tears of fear and truth
Fall
No words remain
Hanging on pages
Of emptiness and sadness
Of being told
Not being read
Being lost in whiteness
Down
With the unwritten ones
Those tears you enslave
In reason of ideals
In perfection lost
With tears disappears
You
Your world
Your words

J.GJ.
2012

Alone with my thoughts
I fear
I hear
Alone with no other life
I hear 
I fear
Crying cannot stop
Alone with no other breath
I cannot stop
I hear thoughts
I fear - fullstop
Alone
Emotions bounce against the wall
And back to me
They hit and go
I hear
I fear
Tears unleash hope
Drop after drop
Till thoughts drown
And I hear no more
Alone in my tears
Till I fear no more…
 
J.GJ.
2012

Have I lost my political?
Or have I hidden it so well
That now I cannot find it myself
Even when it speaks with my voice
Even when it acts with my body
And appears in passport pictures
And social media sites?
 
Is it dangerous
Am I dangerous
As the political hidden
In feelings of confusing plurality
In talk of diversity and difference
This politics of the nonpolitical
This caused the tragedies of our times
Am I the bomb
The next massacre
The next murderer
The next truth
Of this age
 
Why do I fear the political?
Who fears me?
And which political to be?
There are many.
I know it when I see it
Or I see it when I want to?
But I know somethings.
I defend some positions.
I do not impose.
Is morality impositions?
If so I am not there.
If so morality is dead with politics.
Some politics is dead.
Which one is alive?
Does it matter?
Dead is some.
Does it matter?
 
I wonder.
When will I find my political?
When will it give up its invisibility? 
To the world
To me…
 
J.GJ.
​2012

Is this all a lie?
Is this all a lie?
Why?
How can I make it truth?
How can I make it real?
How can I believe in it and keep believing?
How?
When will it end?
When will I know?
When will I be ok with lies and truths?
When?
What is all this about?
Nobody wants to hear about what you do not know
Everybody wants to hear about your truths
Even though they are like sugar melting in waters of doubt the point you throw them in and mix them up – a second, a minute, a day more than enough
For a new truth to emerge
For a new truth to vanish 
For an old truth to be revived

J.GJ.
​2013

If I keep my voice within,
It becomes a dragon
A dangerous one
With flames
Invisible one
That eats dignity
And eats meaning
And feeds itself on senselessness
Nonsense is what it breeds
Nothingness makes it survive
And reasons disappear
New black ones come out
And then there is no escape
The voice kept within
The silence in your life
Kills you
With inaction
And irony
And anger
And lies
Deception 

J.GJ. 
​2012

Peaceful creatures 
Two cats
A man
Three birds
In sleep
Peaceful and together
In love
Souls wondering in other worlds
In hope
Beauties not faking life
In sleep
 
And the awake 
Feel 
Peaceful
Dreamful
Hopeful 
In their sleep
In their love
A dozen flowers 
A woman
And some bananas
In colors
Observing…

J.GJ.
​2013

Out of a window
You can have the most beautiful moments
Looking out of that window
From your library chair
Over your laptop screen
Life happens
Out of a window
Leaves fly
The wind blows
Waltzes excite leaves
Big ones, little ones
Riding the airy flows
And colors explode
They move as you work
And eyes catch them sometimes
Memory snapshots
And you get amazed
At momentary beauty
And hurry to share
Pointing at them
The fire full sky
The white grayish clouds
The black blue dark night
Approaching there far
Out of a window
Happiness waits
Its energy grabbed
Inside the library flaked
Among the words on paper
Among the pages on books
Among the scribbles on documents
Intensely worked through
That’s work in the library
Amazing surprisingly
Where hope pushes forward
To open new windows
Towards a different world
Wishing it saves for us
The same exciting beauty
We find out of a window
This fall
 
J.GJ.
23 October 2013
Alderman Library, UVA, Charlottesville, VA 

Get me out of here
The room
The walls

Get me out of here
The thoughts
The gloom
​
I am waiting
 
Get me out of here
The streets
The parks
The sky
The joy
 
They are waiting

J.GJ.
May 27, 2014