Day dreaming

The nights are filled with wonder
And the days are filled with dreams
And I've found the more that I ponder
The less things are as they seem

I now sit here while seairching
What the world defines as truth
And often find that I do cling
To the ideas of my youth

These ideas have much pained me
For I knew not much back then
Yet these same ideas sustained me
Like a tried and true old friend

My ideas were the same as yours
Of the future and what it might be
How off we were on our futures
We weren't right, not slightly

So where do we go from here
Is the question that remains
And this question is asked year to year
With the same sharp fear and pains

There is something that changes in us
And it is refined with time
It is a change in what we trust
And where draw the line.

But we do not make any decisions
And this leaves us standing still
But does cause it's own divisions
And continues on until

We put these lessons into motion
And change the flaws from years past
And activate this potion
Otherwise we won't last.

A note to the.... You

Propped up by propaganda, 

To take a stance on what none understand, 

Meditating on the media's agenda

So we can judge out fellow man. 

The truth then remains hidden

By all the words that are spoken 

While our minds are forced to fit in

The picture of a mirror that's been broken

We can barely see ourselves 

Shattered lines distract our focus 

Yet this, not a broken self dispels

Nor a mind ravaged by locust 

The future thus remains bare

As do our minds, while waiting to fill them

From those who speak without care

Of distant wars from a fortified building

Who then are you to judge

The rights of others to survive

While you from your tower you do not budge

But you continue to sell your lie

Cause your words are never truth 

Except when you say that words are full of lies

As we have heard often from our youth

And as your words do testify

I would rather there be silence 

Than a generation misled by noise

Followed by a generation of penance 

After the ones that you have destroyed

So I ask you our dear speakers

That before you leave your house

To consider that you are lying as teachers

And the value of closing your mouths

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013

He was a man that commands respect

His tone was condescension 

His feedback a furrowed brow 

He was a man that commands respect

And many just don't know how

He was the principal 

The p-p-p-p-principal 

He sums not the total but in totality 

He lives by principle in a principality 

He is not real, but in reality 

He deals with what's legal in legality 

He has a predisposed disposition 

Making deals on this condition 

That he always take the same position 

Continuing as such without attrition 

He was a judging man 

Doing w-w-w-what he can 

Standing where he can take a stance

Plotting out his planned out plan 

Not out manned but man to man

Borrowing and lending so he can land land 

His hands were skilled, work ethic pure

His thoughts were on modern allure 

While scientists searched for the cure 

Nothing in his life was demure 

He was the Wall Street sort

He read their every report 

He was always buying and selling 

Doing what the models were him telling 

His incomplete stories completely compelling 

Yet this American dreamer dreamed of rebelling 

From this fight he was undone

His bouts with doubt he nearly won 

Outrunning all till his time him out run

Collecting things that cost his sum 

He was every man 

Making a living a-a-a- as he can 

He was not black, white, or Mexican 

Nor Jew, nor gentile, nor  Protestant 

His religion was American 

Trapped by the freedom of this very land

His tone was condescension 

His feedback a furrowed brow 

He was a man that commands respect

And many just don't know how

You know I can't read you

I find its hard to read you,
Like a book in the 7th grade.
As there is no way i can focus,
On the writing on the page.

A single bird flys by
The window of your class
My eyes now fixed outside
Waiting for it to pass.

I turn the page again,
As its what I must do.
And ill keep turning the pages
Until your book is thru.

I don't know what I've retained
From this strange practice of sorts.
I'll guarantee you this,
There'll be no book reports.

There was no book before me,
But only your face you see,
And I turned away, not pages
Every time you looked at me.

I tell you I can't read you,
And that's why I look away.
As I don't know if you spoke
What it is I'd say.

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013

Connect the dots

The dots are unconnected
and the picture yet defined.
I can't yet tell by looking at you
if in fact you're mine.
It looks like its all a mess,
the page crawling with ants.
It's not like I see on it,
any defined plans.
I know that I start at one,
and I make my way to two,
and I hope I find a line to draw,
That draws me to you.
As the picture starts to form,
I see in it a scene,
The calm before the storm,
if you know what I mean.
As my hands round the page,
In a slightly controlled furry,
what I see on that stage,
Causes me to worry.
I thought I would see you,
perfect or so to say,
With your eyes and body dotted,
But this wasn't the case.
For you sat there all alone,
without me by your side.
Sitting, staring at your phone,
with your emotions hard to hide.
I never saw you cry before,
and I want it never again,
if I knew what was in store for you,
I would have stopped before ten.
For with 10 numbers I could reach you,
and I could form your voice,
but only if you answered,
and you did, as it was your choice.
I could not form what you were thinking,
or draw a word from you,
as your phone was also silenced,
and a frown on you I drew.
I meant not to do it,
as the marks drew my hand,
I traced as though nothing to it,
where I should have made a stand.
I reached down to the page,
and I placed the pen aside,
and hoped my hand could brush your cheek,
as though you were alive.
Much to my surprise,
You and the page had turned away,
but when I turned it back,
it appeared you had much to say.
As soon as you saw me frown,
Your eyes and phone lit up,
Yet as you put your phone down,
You from your bed stood up.
You spoke not one word to me,
now the dots connected as one,
the picture was now formed completely,
as the line was drawn through all points, done.
Copyright Justin Gerges 2013


Copyright Justin Gerges 2013

Love is not a lullaby, as it keeps me up at night.

Your love is like rain.

Your love is like rain, sometime it covers everything and I'm drowning in it, while at other times I haven't seen it for days.
Yet, when it comes and it falls in drops, it's uncontrolled, drops hitting my face, drops hitting drops, drops running down me; running me down.
And I didn't know if I wanted to be covered in it when I set out, but as it pours down on me, I smile as its something that I'm not used to. I don't mind being outside beyond where I'm protected by those things that give me comfort.
Yet, as each drop falls, so do I.
It soaks me through my clothes, and I fear knowing that it will leave me cold. As each drop falls, each step is heavier.
But I move forward, remembering the sun. Was it warm? Was it pleasant? Was it common? All I remember was its light, and how everything appeared different. But I can still see in the rain. I can find my way thru. I can see you across from me.
Everything seems grey now. I am not certain of anything and I start to feel a chill. I'm afraid of being soaked thru, but I don't reach for my umbrella. As much as I know what being out here means, I'm ok with it as the sun is peering through the clouds and I am feeling slightly warmed by it in this rain.
I reach for your hand and your hand is as wet as mine.
I wonder, how is my love to you? Have I forgotten your warmth as I've only thought of mine.
I know you have always felt the cold sooner than I. But I forgot this. Your hand is cold to the touch and I soon find that so is your cheek. All this time while it was raining, and I could not move, there you remained beside me. When it was cold and dark, there you were, near me. Could you not see me in the same way that I lost sight of you?
I'm not sure if the sun came out on its own or because of this realization.
Either way, I pulled you towards me, yes, I pulled hard and although you were not expecting it, and you were uncertain of what it meant, you fought it.
And it went grey for a moment and you stared out to me, but I was not sure if you saw me.
I wiped the drops from your eyes, and I was no longer sure if they were rain or tears. I was only certain that as yours were drier, so were mine.
I pulled you again and this time I was gentle. I only provided you the direction in which you should lean. And when you did, I pulled slightly harder.
It felt as though I was pulling the clouds away.
I sighed as I could see you again, and seeing this you smiled too.

We both sat there drenched, but we were unaffected, yet aware of it. It was as if we needed to learn that sometimes a greater comfort exists beyond where we thought before.

I don't know if the suns rays had dried us or if we has soaked in the drops of each others love, but I know we no longer feared it. I no longer had to pull you. And, to you, your direction was clear. And you held me until the sun set.

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013

I keep waiting on you to return
from where ever you have gone
Hoping in my silence you'll learn
that neither of us was wrong

And I won't continue to chase you
Cause I feel that ive chased you away
And whether or not that's true
It's the conclusion I've reached today

And every time I see you,
I have to turn my eyes away
As regardless what my heart thinks true
My mind reminds me neigh

And I think I could have loved you
And now I'm afraid to say
I don't know if I can again
On a future day.

And I don't think I can wait
Until that distant day
For me to reach out to you again
And for you to turn away

Which is why i sit and write of love
And things I don't understand
As one day in my future
I think maybe that I can

I wish that I could love you,
But it's not like I haven't tried
But rather when I tried to near you
Each time I've been denied

It's not that I'm afraid of commitment,
But rather to my dismay
That every time I turn to you,
That's when you turn away.

So I sit here sunken broken
As I don't have the strength to stand
Knowing I should have this spoken
Sooner, when I had the chance



Copyright Justin Gerges 2013

Dream

I wish that you would dream more cause it seems like the only time we really talk.

This is an idea that I want to write about.  

Loves dream

As I looked upon the water,
Her reflection did I see,
When i looked upon her,
Sitting peacefully

My heart it did not change,
it was my mind that I did fear,
Being so close,
But never being near.

Too look upon her
And the sun in her hair, blaizing
the way the wind moved it
it was more than amazing

Towards her for a kiss
did I then lean
then i awakened knowing
it was just loves dream

Written in the 6th grade

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013

Calling on reflection

A call upon the water and not a single word returns,
I called out to the water and heard only ocean churns.
A call out to the moon, as I listened in the night,
I called it through the darkness and only saw its light.

I looked and saw below, me, faded as I stood
Me shaken by the rain, in this I understood
He looked and saw above him,me standing straight and tall
Not shaken by the rain, or moved by wind at all

Perspective is reflection, pointing up, out, or down
Reflection on reflections, can turn your world around.
For what I thought was me, weakened by my surroundings,
Was really me with strength astounding.

Written fall 2012

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013

You tried to turn a well into a fountain
To draw out what's inside
Yet instead of drawing water,
You cast some stones inside

You considered throwing sand in
So it would purify,
But you chose stones instead,
As its what your friends supplied

The water rose with each stone
That I can't deny
You threw every stone in
Yes every stone in sight.

Drafted January 2013

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013

All my problems lie ahead of me
While yours are in the past
I wonder what the future holds,
While you wonder if it'll last

I think of our time together,
And I think of it as mine.
I want you right here near me,
And thats why I walk this line

It's not about power
Nor is it about control
It's about how every hour, with you
Gives peace to my soul.

I don't know your fears
And I don't think I know you well
But I know you are my angel,
And I'm glad that you fell


December 2012

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013