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When I was younger I took a lot of shortcuts
But when you’re older and you hit a brick wall
You have to wait
Wait for a process that grinds you and turns you to zero
You have to learn and embrace a process that molds you into something different
Something separate
Something not everyone will embrace or want to be a part off
You have to love a process that isolates you and molds the true you
When I was younger I used to take shortcuts
But there are no shortcuts when you’re young or older

~ GE

My Book ‘Poetry My Love’ is Out

Finally my book is out in Hard Cover. Please visit the link above to get your copy and many thanks for all your support 🙂

His eyes are the perfect river
A blinding ray of exquisite sun down
Firm yet soft as moonlight at dusk
His lips were made to be craved
The pinnings of a hopeless heart

My sub-conscious hope for a perfect lover
An imperfectly perfect ecstasy
To want him is to long for pain
To have him is nothing but euphoria
A blissful moment in heaven
A lovers dreamland

Like Oliver, I’m left begging for more
For an exhilarating moment in eternity
One more moment only doomed for heart ache
One second to utopia

I wish only if he were mine
Mine to have, to keep and to hold
Not just for a moment in time
But for never ending
Like cinderella’s Prince Charming
But then again, if he was mine to keep
He wouldn’t be my forbidden fruit
And we don’t really know what happened to Prince Charming now, do we?


My addiction
My obsession
Would you love me like I wanted to be loved
Would you be my obsession
& let me be your addiction
Let our love be the drug that gods crave
Let my heart be the treasure that you pillage
Like a barbarian warlock
Could you love me with aggression
Or like a Greco-roman soldier
Would you plunder my nether regions?
Better yet, Like Romeo and Juliet
Would you make passionate love to me
Like our last breath depended on it?
Make me beg and mourn for you
Like a lost junkie high on love
For I am an obsessive lover
Sex is my drug and love is my addiction


I look into your eyes and realize
My love for you is but a fairy tale
For the one I love is non existent
And the person I want to love
isn’t you
I cling to hopeless memories
Wondering if you love me too
But nothing ever gets answered whilst being wondered

It all started with a smile
A gentle kiss and a warm embrace
Then it was you
You became my smile
My escape
My safe place
To dream
To smile
To love like crazy once again
But then I realized
It wasn’t you
For the one I love is non existent
And the one I want to love
Isn’t you

It was once upon a mistake
It started with a bold question
A truth or dare
A questionable passion
To have and to hold
What wasn’t ours
We dared and we lied
But then I realized
It wasn’t you
For the one I love is non existent
& The one I want to love
Isn’t you

You are my inspiration and my passion
You will always be my smile
My love
My safe place
My beautiful illusion
And the one I’ll love deeply
But I realize
It wasn’t you
For you haven’t loved me too
And I haven’t been a fair lover
Yet this mythical love affair
Was the best in neverland

A perfect dream
He whispered with a kiss
The loving hunger
hidden with a smile
A warm embrace so kind
I swirl in heavenly emotions
Surrendering gently
To the throbbing pulse
Of a gentle, yet intense desire
Holding on to a dream once whispered
But slowly unfolding
Lovesick and high-strung
On a promise so fragile
Yet a certain hope
On the fingers of time soon to show

A quiet laughter
unveils a seductive smile
I’ll gladly sing
Our uncharted song
With a tone so low
You’ll barely know
A perfect dream
For you and I alone

~ GE

(From ‘Twelve Songs’)

Some say that love’s a little boy,
And some say it’s a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that’s absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn’t do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.

Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It’s quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I’ve found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway-guides.

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn’t ever there:
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton’s bracing air.
I don’t know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn’t in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I’m picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

Pain in Passion
Passion in pain
I thought I loved
But then came the guilt
Stronger than the sharpest blade
Hurts more than a bleeding heart
I’m lost
Lost in you
My pain, my shame, my pleasure, my remorse
Once I loved
Now I hate
Love and hate
What’s the difference
The pain I feel
is all I know
The remorse I bear
is all that’s left
But then again
I’m not sure I would take it back
But I do hope
you feel my pain
For my love is you
And passion knows no bounds

~ GE


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