Needy for Love (Poem)

Stacey was a kind-hearted soul,

Wanting to make her mark in the world.

Happy and seemingly carefree,

Perky and everyone adored her.

Though she was upbeat at first, 

She craved attention 

And affection,

So much that it became her only obsession. 

Her dad was a drunk,

Would get home from work, 

Drink all night long.

Though she loved her dad, 

As he was fighting his demons inside,

She knew there was much more to his disguise. 

The more she craved his attention, 

She felt empty inside.

She had this obsession, 

For a man to love her 

And guide her path.

She became needy for love,

Outside love became her only obsession 

And joy.

She could not stop this obsession, 

Until one day, she looked in the mirror

With a dismayed expression on her face,

And told herself, 

Love is from within,

And knew, her life was forever changed.

Love is a Compass (Poem)

Love is a compass,

A guided direction 

To bring us closer 

To our divine destiny.

Though we may not know it,

Every loved one brings us closer, 

To our dreams,

And mission.

As we struggle to find the answer,

A loved one gives us insight, 

To our divine calling and 

Unanswered questions.

Though we fight or argue,

Love always sustains, 

Because we’re all human beings 

Interconnected as a whole.

Though some come, some leave,

The true ones always leaves a print,

And one step closer

To our divine destiny.

One step closer, 

To understand to each other

And ourselves as a whole.

True Love is Inevitable (Poem)

True love is inevitable, 

Like a magnet 

That never ceases to attract.

Like a roller coaster ride, 

That never ceases to die.

A true connection,

More than lust,

A reunion with a soul,

That we need for expansion as a whole. 

A reunion that never ceases to exist, 

As they imprint their name in our heart,

And help us fulfill our mission.

A reunion that’s unavoidable, 

Because these two are meant to be,

Bound for connection 

Ultimately, to complete our soul.

Everything Comes With Time

The people who are meant to be in your life for your own expansion, will always find you at the ideal time. There’s a season for everything, and God knows how to orchestrate events and circumstances in your favor. The universe knows how to connect the dots to bring about the very best outcome. Danny G.

Seasons Changing (Poem)

Every season,

Brings its own mission, 

To pursue 

An unending trail,

With mountains, 

And fields, 

And open space.

Weaving and turning,

As we find our compass  

To carve the way.

Pushing through uncertainties,

And doubts,

As we feel our fears 

And declare our wants,

And don’t give in.

We take our pen, 

And write the story, 

With a white canvas, 

And a happy ending.

Some enter, 

Some leave,

Some leave a tattoo, 

Imprints their name. 

As we simply accept, 

Seasons changing,  

But true friends 

Always remain.

You Have the Right to be You

Take the subject of relationships and marriage for example. We have a marriage in which a couple falls in love and gets married. We have same-sex marriage, arranged marriage, common law relationships, open relationships, or people who prefer to remain celibate. It’s just an individual choice, there’s no right or wrong. The only wrong choice would be conforming to other’s expectations and ideals. You’re in charge, and you have the right to be you. Danny G. 

Love and Lust (Poem)

One man had it all,

A wife to die for,

All the money a man could ask for.

Love irreplaceable,

That any man would ask for.

It felt stale,

As if it wasn’t enough,

Always looking for excitement and fun.

Temptation and lust kept on creeping his way.

As he was confused 

Which path to take.

After thinking long and hard

Before taking the leap,

On a dead-end trail.

He couldn’t withstand 

What was a stake, 

For a one night stand,

And a true love break.

A Simple Life Process (Poem)

Though we reunite on special days and occasions.

Laughing and catching up on old days.

Some born, some pass away, 

To another world watching over us, every day.

Though we cannot fathom the very day,

Where one will part away, 

To another world, 

And leave our place.

It is this day and age, 

We must accept,

The rules that were set,

When we entered this world.

Body dies but the soul remains.

And what remains is memories, 

That we hold so deep,

Deep in our heart,

Deep in our soul, 

As we rock our child,

And reminisce the joys,

A new treasure,

And the old one dies.

A simple life process of life and death,

Choices and love,

Intuition and failure,

They all lead back to the way,

The destiny and the journey, 

Above all.

Though the process may seem difficult, 

And hard to bear.

And in our mind we cannot find, 

The logic, of loss and grief. 

We’re all on a journey,

Of undiscovered potential.

Some simply forget, 

Then leave this planet before.

Wasted energy,

As we fret the why’s.

And the so called memories, 

That make us cry.

We don’t understand death,

We all return home,

On another journey,

In another world.

A part of us remains,

In this world with our loves.

And another in a dimension, 

That never ends.

We’re all misfits in another sense,

Trying to make sense of this world,

Without end.

But as we are on the front lines,

Living our life,

Making the best,

Of the treachery and zeal.

Lessons are learned, and remembered,

In this chaotic world, 

Of dread or fulfillment.

Perception is grappling, for our attention,

To win its previous,

Lying scheme. 

But doesn’t win,

As we lay the grounds,

And choose the latter,

And not the dread.

The pen is in our hand, 

In this undiscovered land,

Of hope, faith and love.

Of undiscovered potential we have,

A world of greed,

A world of generosity and deeds.

Though the choice is ours, 

When we remain stagnant, 

We wake up asleep, and forget the dream. 

Though the choice is ours, 

To our awakening, 

Let’s choose life,

And wake up at eighty,

With dreams never shattered,

And lives never wasted.

Only fulfillment, 

And love that stays.

Let’s not forget, 

The reason for our arrival, 

And the reason for our departure, 

When we’re old and wrinkly,

And we shall say, 

Let’s die in peace,

Our mission is fulfilled.