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 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Leah Hone
Memories
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Leah Hone
A memory,
an ocean,
distant,
consuming,
and all rivers guide back to it.

Adrift upon the wind
I ride,
aimless and lost.
Well it's a hell of a feeling and a sour deal.
Hangover wreaks havoc apon my gut.
Numb my thoughts to everything i feel.


She's got her reason's I got mine.
Hours between us.
Sunrise please dont find me sobber.
Or leave me busted near that florida state line.


Drinking with the devil satan give me such heck.
My life's a play.
My soul a well thought out trainwreck.

Well big hip gal wont ya warm this bed.
Cause ya know tommorows a gift.
So let's do something to remind tombstone
he isn't yet dead.

Work that back sugar dont think twice.
Little gals may be the norm.
But thoose sticks break so easy and thoose big gals
just feel so nice.

Southern are my ways New York's far from my mind.
Todays a scratch.
So thats why im leaving my wicked past behind.

Smoked and drank tonights pay.
Big gal i love ya.
But as for a drifters soul and me ya know i can never stay.

Found my troubles in mean angry eye's  knocked
thoughts apon the deck.
My life's a gamble.
As in the rhymes of a full tome ****** and a
well thought trainwreck.
4:15  Am
Frightful night
Eerie wind
No man on sight
Life no hint
The lone walker
On country side
The cemetery near
From wall behind
Heard words clear:

‘One for you
One for me!’
‘One for you
One for me!’
Rugged an’ rough
In tone repeat

Startled he stopped
Looked around
No one is seen
Moon missing
Awe; serene;
Stars hiding
Silence reigned!

Close he moved
Near shadow trees;
Wall inside
He now peeped
Darkness pierced
Breath dared!
What be there?
Two shadows weird!
Two Satan’s aids
Sharing souls?
Just released?

Repeating words
Suddenly stopped
Jackals howled
Far echoed!
Something heard
A thudding sound?

A voice now harsh
Came out rash:
‘The one there at
The entrance gate
I take; you wait
For the next in sight’!

Overheard he
Ran for life
No time to waste
Till another dies!

Few moments late
Two shadows moved;
Out of the gate
Two rag-men they
Came to sight
Picked up one
An apple there!
And walked straight…
Be one young or old, death casts its own spell on all...its charm frightening and awe-inspiring...
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Nat Lipstadt
Scordatura refers to the tuning of a stringed instrument in other than the usual way to facilitate the playing of certain compositions. A scordatura (literally Italian for "mistuning"), also called cross-tuning, is an alternative tuning used for the open strings of a string instrument.

Use of alternative tunings allows the playing of otherwise impossible note sequences or note combinations or can be used to create unusual timbres. The technique can be described as an extended technique.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scordatura
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no, non parlano italiano,
né ** conoscenza della musica!

no, I don't speak Italian,
nor do I have knowledge of music

but words, words I know how to love,
how to let them roll off my tongue,
onto yours, seducing you helpless...

Scordatura,
slow say,
you can't help it,
as you spoke it aloud
your hand opens,,
your mouth too,
irresistible, irrepressible.

wet finger petals of the flowering hand.

I want you.
I want you,
in my mouth.
I want our mouths
to make
Scordatura.

speak impossible note creations,
speak in unusual timbres,
but, as one instrument.

I want our
mistunings
to be the
tune of us.

Scordatura,
admit it, my seduction,
accomplished,
our tongues interwoven,
strings, X crossed,
and our tune,
extended.

I want our mouths to make
Scordatura,
speak impossible note creations,
speak in unusual timbres,
as one instrument,
tune combinato.

*Scordatura!
Composed on the eve of Jan. 27, 2014
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Traveler
It's not really that deep
These uneasy feelings that I keep
Are more or less on the surface
Of the ocean that's trying to drown me...
Traveler Tim

Re po
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Theia Gwen
Her mother pushed religious ******* down her throat
But she refused to listen
Her mother pulled her hair and took away her hope
But she had accepted long ago her mothers love had conditions
Her mother always let her get caught in the crossfire of her anger
But she just locked herself in her room to forget
Her mother constantly called her a failure
But she didn't need her mother to remind her of her regrets
Her mother was fed up with her passive aggressive behavior
But she knew she deserved better than this neglect
Her mother always yelled at her for never talking
And she let hollow silence be her reply
It wasn't until her mother said "You should **** yourself."
That she happily complied
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Peach
Mind Cheat
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Peach
My lips have never known the taste of yours.
My nails have never scraped down your chest.
My legs haven’t wrapped around your waist.
No my body has never had the pleasure of being pleasured by you.

You haven’t slipped off my dress to caress.
You haven’t pulled my hair just to kiss down my neck.
You haven’t ****** me until I’m left screaming.
No your body doesn’t know the heat of mine.

But here we are covered with guilt,
Wearing that scarlet letter for this emotional affair.

© 2013-2014 Peach
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