Gabriel

Gabriel May 2014

Echoes of perfectionist in the silent ruins of tomorrow.
Trapped by a slow rhythmic decay towards confusion.
Do you feel your demise in such a breeze.
Can you brace your mental strength as you fall to your knees.
How can we know a path when we destroy it by the day.
Lost in who we are as we mangle through a life that does not play along.
Headlong into the wind is not impossible, and it may even blow with you in time.

Gabriel Apr 2014

Instrumental nothingness

Capitalizing on the fears you hold inside so close
The ones you try to hide and run away from the most
From fake façades to false fronts the walls built so high
The entire world sees teary waters collect in reddish eyes
A sleeve is often meant to cover certain tender flesh
Yet this is where passions lay displayed for all the rest
It should be effortless to control a part of you
But why is it so difficult when emotions go askew
I know logic is folly and that I am no machine
So how does one control a fiery love lined passions unseen

Gabriel Mar 2014

Me....Gemini

It is the immaculate consternation of my atrocious reputation,
for pulling intellectualism into the gutter.

For the transgressions I accumulated in a iniquitous fashion,
were merely the adoration's of rebellion.

The methodical maintenance of a maniacal mind set,
created in the interpretation of a world that fails to define me.

But I digress from my reasoning to articulate an irrefutable way of believing,
that love, is what started it all.

Infringing on the desolation of the psyche that wants to be free,
but inevitably entraps its own self.

A true Gemini fabulous and terrible, in all their splendor,
are a mass of waling contradictions wrapped in an enigma.

So to say that it is slightly genius, without a tinge of insanity,
would surely be an exercise in futility.

There are two sides to a coin, a Yin and Yung,
the things that defines us, is being in constant change.

Intuition is strong, but decision not so great,
if I could do half of both choices,
it's a path I'd gladly take.

No longer is there hiding,
no more walking on the fence,
no longer will I settle or be a part of false pretense.

Gabriel Mar 2014

It's a start...

Broken.
Batter.
Heart abused.
But what is this lightness in my shoes.
The waters of change washing great burdens away in floods of emotional inoculation.
This raging stream within my heart, so rarely changing course, embarking found a new port.
I dare choose a certain path, for when I do, my heart will show and break the walls I have built just.
Perpendicular lines in a certain arbitration make for brutal collaborations in the releasing of frustrations,

Where my neck is pleasantly pained, my back shows marks of her strain, of passions so uninterrupted.
The deep diffusion so rapidly placed, like the strongest engine turning, on the verge of breaking.
I feel the tension of need, so accurately placed, like the invariable pressure felt by a diamond in rock.
An embrace from the canines allows me to see, the limit of her threshold I am lust blind to see.
Not anger, but an ****** loss of time, dipping inside your soul with fingers of my mind so delicately.
Her pleasure is the focus of my passion.
Fully exhausted.
Loved.
Cherished.

It's a start...

Gabriel Mar 2014

Fixed in strange

A brain that remains
Far too distant to refrain
From that thought of shame
That slowly turns to blame
Yet I will never complain
For a choice that seemed plain
In a moment, I had no choice but to claim
Never done simply for the fame
Initiating a coordinated change
Of the precious internal membrane
Drifting further away from lame
Treading on the board line of insane
A manic-depressive winding train
Ensuring I am never the same
As something difficult to explain
Existing on multiple planes
In a lifetime of pure strange

Gabriel Feb 2014

Belittled hate...

I often run from hate,
I do not like the mind state,
it only leads to negative things,
Or thoughts of anger.

But there are times I find,
I am not as sublime,
as I think I am about a situation,
Or a person for whom I disagree.

So I give in to the anger,
that has me wound so tightly,
thinking it will last,
but it is always gone so slightly.

I remember the past,
seeing my father absolutely raging,
and as I go through the years,
I begin to see my anger changing.

Into a passion for fighting,
Against something that aims to change,
the person I love to be,
Into an ogre oh so strange.

I fight to use my logic,
When others want me stupid,
To take advantage of my anger,
And manipulate my emotions.

But I will never let them win,
Never resort to bones broken,
I will not fall to their level,
My heart remains forever open.

To give love.....

Gabriel Feb 2014

Inside sane...

Fast forward in time,
To a place that was then,
Transform the mind,
With less than paper penned Zen.
To find a believable center,
That was never quite seen,
No matter the bantered canter,
That pace that was always obscene.
But in the base of your fear,
All aspects are yet forgivable,
How is this an ever lustful portent,
Through prudent eyes so beautiful,
An ever-blending portrait,
But I am no harbinger,
No bringer of the rain,
Nor am I the carpenter,
Or finder of your sane,
I am merely the one left standing,
Standing in sardonically soaked pain,
With very real thoughts,
That I am the one who is insane.

But for love I can't complain....