e-ray-luis-gonzales
American
I've been writing since 9th grade, published in 5 anthologies & have over 2,000 poems in notebooks waiting to be transferred onto the computer. 26 years now I've carved & painted Northern New Mexican Religious artwork. I have 15 novels in progress, several short stories ready to get to, but life's been hard & gotten in the way too many years. I'm in a bit of a slump with inspiration due to the loss of my girlfriend of 11 years & until I find a new love, well...I cannot seem to do much writing-the emotional void left by my relationship has really took a toll on me-I need a sweet, encouraging love to help heal my battered heart & renew my life...I am 43, born in Northern New Mexico, 5ft 6 tall, & a bit plumper than average. I am seeking a shy, loving type of woman who loves to laugh & have fun. Someone who is open minded, a great listener-she must be a passionate, loyal, loving & a caring woman I can rely on to stand by my side, love me and be loved.
The wolf still lives...
Though the flint cuts through his flesh
Slicing its way down and across along its way.
The howls do NOT come, for he knows they are fools
Look how content they seem-how lulled they feel
As, even now, they lack the realization of his true strength
And how easily he could strike them ALL down
The wolf still lives…
Though they dig away at his skin and muscle
Yet they shall NEVER reach his soul.
He waits patiently, biding his time, eager to tear them down
Quietly he watches them without looking;
Remembering how they had made their plans and gone on their hunt.
They had set their traps, sunk their hooks and tolled their lines
But their catch is not done with its fight.
The wolf still lives…
Yea, hear the slow beating of his heart as, yes, it still beats
There within his power it watches for the time that is right.
They continue to cut down, deeper they go-his blood flowing redder
Somehow he lays still, calm.
His rage contained like a frozen sun set to rise any moment-
It sets itself on the ready, loose and steady for what will be.
The wolf still lives…
They hunted him well, used means less than honorable
Lies and deceit made them feel the stronger-yet, they remain weak.
The time spent was long, painful, degrading.
They cared not by what means they accomplished their deed.
Their acts shall now be punished!
Yes! Yes! The wolf still lives!
Even as now his flesh and bone die before them
He knows they shall NOT be sustained by their eating of his body
As he rises, rises above them to tower over their belittled selves
For triumphant he knows he shall be over them now
As knowledge of their actions abominates their lives down to nothing
And his righteous soul lights itself to the world as a victim, a restrainer of his rage,
A martyred, misunderstood gift…
The wolf still lives…
Forever now in humbled Glory.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
Blowing constantly these winds of change which call the names
He whispers, "One day...
you belong to me..."
No escape to the pain
"You won't feel the hurt," he soothes
"won't need the destruction"
Earthly rumbles
And a warring for the heavens begins
"This was my life" all try, all cry
"And now this is your fate" he laughs
As we're left with nothing left to say
Bearing the heavy loads
Which only bind us harder...
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
Pale blue gray
colored her eyes
As a soft feeling
starts coming back again
But like with
every rule
Of this, the longest of roads to
travel
It can never, completely
bring back
that lost
loving feelin'
Oh,
That would just be another left
and let to cross over
that one, forbidden
white line
But don't you want that revenge
on getting even with that
warning sign?
as here it comes again to not better
your remaining
days
And tie you once again to that
Boxcar laden, one way track
that disallows you
from ever coming back
Or
to feel...
and only leaves you to try and steal
This, the bunting red
that you will try to pretend
is what you can never
really see
Ooh. that true color of
that everlasting love
that can no longer
help you up
or set you free...
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Salvation bleeds its last hopes
Upon make believe plains of earth
Selfish lies fading the light from within;
Places turn around the one's lost here
Forming ever changing worlds:
A white rabbit on his way.
A wandering child going on to nowhere.
A brooding sky.
A forest of watching eyes.
I saw these as I crossed over into here
Then formed illusions of my own:
A towering castle below silver mountains.
A labyrinth, at its center a strange world all its own.
A cold season.
A curse spelled land.
I searched along the riddles to find what I didn't know I was looking for
And came to a burning sky
Above an acid sea
And saw
The exiting doorway
hanging solitaire
between.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
A victims needs
becomes the same
as everything that I want
In this invisible room
sending certain signals
I've been crucified until this
the very end
Without anymore ways
or means
As the heavy weights
come to last longer
And I only never
become any stronger
Living with the lies and the fears
all alone
But does anyone really know
the trouble I have seen?
Juried
only never allowed
as you pick this poor souls
bones clean
-Like a descending-
My life's on the ground
like someone's empty wish
left unfound
and drowned
As in this place I call home
becomes to me as being like
nothingness
And Angels stand
in the corners
spreading symbols
Does anyone see them?
or is it just me
looking for thoughts
in my head
As to why and for the meanings
of what's being lost
and what's being said?
A happy face
in an unhappy man
I'm just another ruined
life
without an unfinished mission
But can I bare
this cross
As I'm still going 'round and 'round
still searching for
something
I'm only left unsatisfied
just trying
to survive
With a grain of salt
and ignorance towards what I see
and what I feel
In an unfamiliar world
not of the plan...
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:34 PM UTC
Twisted eyes of oak and ivory
Clanging, rusting gears of old, wily whispers
Hear the whimpering window drops
Across sadistic crossed circuits
Within an unwavering edifice to edify
In a masked evanescent parade.
Why must I watch?
Why must we learn?
Just another face in the crowd
Staring with ageless eyes
Among sheltered innocents
Walking within shadows
Driven by no desire
Where echoes of different
Times resound.
Looking for memories of yesterdays
Left unfound.
Stagnate in the suffocating silence
I, emotional exile
I, fugitive from freedom
Against image defined.
They, surrendered to mediocrity
They, shed the age old scent of our commonness
For machine refined.
Shocked reality
Mocked integrity
The wheels of industry ground.
Bold repressiveness shut out lives.
Opinions bent toward standard waves
Bleaching out divergent shades.
To fall out of use-
Too much allowed is the end of you
By excused abuse.
Vague ideals
Within profound direction.
Systematic spontaneity.
Weakened, weary prey
Synchronized in their play;
Immersed in the cause
All sacrificed inner needs
In collective reality
Collective response.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
Flames of computer lights
Warm the children's eyes they see.
Their religion is Technology,
But what truth lies behind their screams?
Glimpses of the future,
Children of fire with minds of steel
Free thinking not allowed,
Microchip logic can't feel.
DARK DAYS
Created from past life
SHOW THE WAY.
Is this the end for seen?
One world Government-Imperfection-
Oh, what does it mean?
Metal hands held ready for population termination.
DARK DAYS
Where machines control
WHAT YOU SAY.
Time to take a stand,
Got to change what will be.
Take a stand and see
The truth behind illicit function.
Emotion is the key
To reach through the lost memory.
Matter over mind,
This the future we brought to be.
The law -programmed rights and wrongs-
Robotic truth is all there can be.
DARK DAYS
Chained by knowledge
IS OUR PRICE TO PAY.
Erratic surveys follow you farther,
Leaves little time.
Holding on for the call,
Computer printouts read: END OF LINE :
DARK DAYS
Another victim always awaits.
ON AND ON THE GAME PLAYS.
DARK DAYS
Time after Time.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
There they rise, built on pain and misery,
Power house looming high, quite a sight to see.
Echoes of the past, screams of yesterday,
Watch Doom pass, too close, all die in its way.
Family standing tall,
Devils Evil calls;
Spread his word to all,
Or cursed you shall fall.
Madness marches forth in sin;
Nightmares come-again begin-
Worship, the blood flows for the glory of His name.
Usher, none who so called can ever be the same.
Denied destiny, non-submission by two,
False witness against what heir should do.
Now it has come to release,
End the blood line, time souls rest in peace.
HOUSE OF USHER
Lives on in stone.
HOUSE OF USHER
Its Evil secrets unknown.
HOUSE OF USHER
Won't fall till its rule
IS COMPLETE.
Penance for vicious crimes taunt and destroy the mind.
Senses burn inside on fire-a victim of time-
Too many weaknesses, the force is too strong.
It's a losing battle; none escape punishment of the wrong
Help, outsider tries.
Cracks can't break family ties.
Realizing the truth from the lies,
The curse fades but never dies.
Final screams, one is dead, the last is hunted.
No one will be left with dreams which are haunted.
Watch, the Devils house crumbles down.
To this day no trace can be found.
The stranger stands,
Alone looks out across the land;
The tale must be told
So none here after, the new age
Must never repeat the old.
HOUSE OF USHER
Its memory lingers alone.
HOUSE OF USHER
Its Evil secrets known.
HOUSE OF USHER
It’s moral
IS COMPLETE.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
Painful sorrows
which dig within her, and I and us...
In savage reverence to just how much "fools" we are
to destroy what is good,
to intimidate what is meaningful;
to devastate one who comes just to save us and better our days,
while enlightening our shadowed lives.
Must we watch?
Must we relive this death?
It is to be what we must do,
and see,
and watch,
and hear, and feel...
as it comes around again
this...
this death of ourselves.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
Glimpse the high ground
as it washes over you
in a flood of despair and self loathing.
Watch as it comes time to plea
for your life, for your own self pity
to pour forth from those around you as it does
from you almost constantly.
Hear them jeer and moan
as they dance the merry less dance
of your untimely death yet to come by non-humble ways and means.
What to do, what to do?
What remains to be done now?
Simply wash it all away
with your hopes and dreams sent where they may.
For within these, your last days,
engulfed shall become those things which might of tried and saved you
with a type of lack less luster you shall never again make shine.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC