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 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Traveler
Time devours this very moment
Her attention slips away from mine
Our conscious connection slips
Into a dreamscape of faded reason
The void between us fills with wasted life
Soon to be forgotten

The design has been altered
A deformation of will
An attempt to force chance
We embrace failure and cling to it

Simply put
We suffer because we care...
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Terry Collett
His wife said, you’re too
Nice to people, too

**** nice, you ought to
Be like Rocky; he

Don’t take no **** from
People, he tells them

Where to get off and
Is down their throats far

Quicker than they can
Say, boo boo, but you,

You’re just too nice, you
Even open doors

For dames and give them
The big friendly smile,

And give them the bright
Eyed sparkle. He let

His wife’s words float on
By like butterflies,

Focussed on the art,
His word management,

Giving form to his
Notions, painting out

Scenes, putting plots to
New ideas, and for

Another thing, his
Wife added, what’s with

The dame in the ****
Photos everywhere?

Who’s she? In the frame
By the bed, on your

Cell phone, tucked away
In your pocket book?

Are you some kind of
Religious fruit? He

Looked at his wife (she
Was a looker, had

A nice face and cute
***) and watched her mouth

Move, saw her tongue, like
Some small snake go in

And out and how fine
Her eyes were in the

Morning sun, how they
Shone some, and he said,

You know, your mouth moves
Quite prettily, your

Lips, they’re like parting
Thighs and how I just

Love the way your head
Tilts slightly to one

Side just like some odd
Inquisitive bird,

And by the way, the
Dame in the photos

Is St Therese, and
She’s just there to bring

Me comfort and to
Remind me how pure

And heaven sent a
Woman can be and

That there is more to
Women than meets the

Eye, but his wife stood
And shook her head, and

Not another word
By his wife was said.
2010 POEM.
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Maman Screams
Every pieces of me
Is breaking apart
Before I could even
Adjust your shutter speed

©2014 Maman Screams
I'm already at my lowest when the year have just only begin. Trying to stable my footing on my own yet I'm still hoping it's your hand I'll hold in the morning
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Danielle Rose
I saw them flying high above -
with love - twisting and bending air;
there was a pair.
I compared my clumsy arms to their wings -
bringing me to believe -
I'll only be with them truly in my dreams.

How could it be,
that these tiny fluttering things,
would etch themselves so vividly
into my memories - for a lifetime it seems.

I learned from the whispers of butterflies
and all the pain died in the wake of their fleeting dance.
Enchanting me forever with the idea of metamorphosis.
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Danielle Rose
I fear not those who fear me
In bitter disgust
I do as I please and aim to please you not
You could hate me in chatters of matters in squads
I'll sit back comfortably and applaud your abilities to judge
Good
Bad
Right
Wrong
It's such a grey area
Thanks for letting me know
We’re in the stars in the sky,
in the alps way up high.
We’re in the streets of love,
in all of paris.
We’re in the city of angels,
and in a land where dreams are made of.
We’re in the colors of a rainbow,
shining brighter than ever.
We’re in the tears of a child,
wishing he’d only smile.
We’re in the roar of a tiger,
cause we’re a fighter.
We’re in the battlefield fought between countless countries,
in the enemies greed for more blood,
in the hearts of the families lost ones.  
Me and you,
Us,
We’re everywhere.
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