I know you’ve been bad, baby Scratching his back Flipping a coin Stealing his sack I know you’ve been bad, baby Sneaking around Acting all shady Close to the flames Loving the crazy I know you’ve been bad, baby But I have, too, - G.R.George

I spent a day with myself With the promise I wouldn’t cry As the day went by, it became clear, I had told a lie Because a day with myself is a day without you And frankly, my love, nothing makes me more blue. - G.R.George

In his lonely loft, a miserable place, His unwanted art, burdens the space, Pressing upon a fragile soul, Crushing his spirit, taking its toll. - G.R.George

The quiet dead of the night, Feared for their safety, Hid with all their might. The quiet dead of the night, Gazed upon the sky, Saw flaming meteorite. The quiet dead of the night, Explosions rocked their homes, Removing them from sight. The quiet dead of the night, Prayed from under tables, When their bodies caught alight. It wasn’t their fight, Innocent caring people, They are the quiet dead of the night.

Are we simply just flesh and bones, Or vessels for souls with stories untold? With our complex brains and our dulcet tones, In the grand tapestry of life, are we bold? Are we just on an everlasting quest to be desired, Or pursuing the pleasure we feel from being admired? Does the love we feel influence our world, Or does the world, in turn, shape hearts twirled? In the mystery of existence, what role do we play, Navigating life, finding our way, Are we mere spectators or star

A supple rose courts scorn, Yet dances with delight. Vibrant and colourful, Petals soft, a vivid light. As daylight fades to night, And shadows gently loom, The rose retreats, Concealing its bloom. Not afraid of being plucked, That's a tale of yore. When men meddled, Leaving hearts sore. Deeper lies the fear, An inner plight. Being seen differently, Stirs an unsettling fright. Afraid to reveal what lies within, A yearning for acceptance, Desperation's twin. - G.R.George

The moonlight's soft caress, Gleams off your nakedness. Your body, my tender touch, For the art of love is such. How could I resist the spell you weave, In the shadows, sensuality we achieve. A dance of hearts, a rhythmic trance, In the euphoric moonlit romance. - G.R.George

You are the music to my ears, The sun to my soul. You make every day worth living, Without you I’m not whole. - G.R.George

Sometimes growing up feels like a long goodbye, Each day, another centimetre tall and an urge to cry. For you, my child, grow up too fast, Or maybe time needs to slow down and stop skipping our past. A day we take for granted, a night we wish away, A moment forever passed, and I didn’t have a say. One day, my child, My love alone will not be enough, Until that day comes, I'll try to savour each moment, tender and tough. For time's relentless march, a bittersweet stride, Each

Misery loves company, It bleeds to see you cry. Breaks your heart in half, Leaves you questioning why. Misery loves company, It thrives off your pain. Burns you to a crisp, And then abandons you in the rain. Misery loves company, It will haunt you if you let it. But if you let time do its work, A bright light will soon emit. Misery will fade under the gleaming light, Because you will find happiness in solitude, Giving you strength for another fight. - G.R.George

Here I am, man, penniless, in sorrow’s hold, Singularly I cry for my stature, so dreary, so low. My pleading echoes in skies bleak and cold, My mind in depths of despair, oh, how the rot does grow. Envy weeps for those with treasure deep, For I am him, should fortune change, and bless me all the same. Yearning for his riches, the field of gold to which thee does reap. Art form shared but one’s gold doth earn more acclaim. Yet, I abhor my envious mind’s display, For wealth app

What gives us the right to be, On one side of Earth living happily, While the other side is fighting drudgery? Is it mere chance, or fate's cruel design, That some find joy, while others pine? Why do some bask in freedom's light, While others endure endless night? We walk in comfort, lives unscarred, Yet elsewhere hearts are battle-hardened, marred. Is it fair, this uneven plight, To claim we hold an inherent right? We must remember, our fortune's grace, Extend a hand, see th

The day you go, I don’t know what I’ll do. Cry a little, I guess, or a lot—that’s probably more true. I’ll begin to remember all the little things that made you, well, you. And then I’ll cry some more; I’ll surely be feeling blue. The teachings you gave will haunt and come through, Memories replacing all the moments anew. I will be left with a vivid echo, just one or two, A shining shimmer of all the things you would do. You were there to hear my first cry, Help me grow, Gave

Do we dare deny humanity to those we deem unfit? Yet turn to humanity’s selfless nature when our own life turns to shit. Do we dare ignore the pleading cries, while cowering behind indifference? Senselessly watching people lose their lives, while averting our eyes with persistence. Do we dare let the suffering exist, As comfort and privilege tighten their fist? Do we dare pass judgement on who deserves to live, While withholding kindness—something we’re so easily able to give

I hope our souls stay intermingled, When our bodies finally decay, Floating around the universe, Admiring its wondrous display. I hope the sparks of life we created Can join us someday. But not too soon—they must live long lives, Ignite their own sparks, grow old and go grey. I hope the stars remember us, Two flames flickering in eternal dance, The echoes of our laughter rippling through the cosmos, Leaving it in a trance. I hope that when the last light fades, And we slip be

My boy, you are different, That much is the truth. The world you see is torturous, loud, And downright uncouth. The tender leaf that stings your skin, The birdsong blares, too sharp, too near. The sunlight that flickers, so bright, harsh and thin— A wonderful, horrible, melody of all that you fear. But my boy, you are different, And that is not so bad. You’re unique, you’re special, You’re my wonderful little boy, and I’m glad. For the way you see the world, Holds beauty othe