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Jun 2015 · 458
The unsung warriors
Gabriel Jun 2015
The deepest facets of a universes unknown, deeper still in the earth are truths yet at home.
How can we know when nothing is brought into the light, how can we see when those against us bring forever night.
To hide that which a heart seeks and often deeply knows, a thirst for a reality that only grows and grows.
We ever search in the darkness for those who will bring us to the illumination, those with mental fortitude and forced concentration.
The ones that strive for truth as a child strives for life, to bring us their wisdom in a war we eternal fight.
They wading into shadows releasing what they know with convictions, forever battered and bruised as the world contradicts them.
Born as light warriors into Fadernauticus in night, destroying fabricated walls that hold secrets and lies so tight.
Spreading knowledge through the air and in deserts far away, gathering learned people who want to listen to words these warriors relay.
As the greatest challenge is to push on to never thinking of turning back, to push on for a new world because we are Fade to Black!
Feb 2015 · 382
Untitled
Gabriel Feb 2015
Savage in the intentions of the rainy days past.
No more inclination for the covering waters traveling vast.

Distances in a matter of a thought,
torn between what we strive for and what we are taught.

Long ago causal egos start to fail,
lost in the day of a ship that never had a sail.

Falling through memories carried for so long,
searching for a place where we can comfortably belong.

Gone are false intention that merely drift us through a day,
gone Is the love that we thought would never die.
Jan 2015 · 302
While awake
Gabriel Jan 2015
Collections of repetition far too worn in to be without,
far too rooted in muscles that are not forgetters,
the kind that hold tight to the limit,
hold tight to what they know,
hard is letting go of things we know better,
letting go of hazardous misconception that muscles never think of merely hold,
until little change is ever seen,
and rarely heard,
change is not for the weak,
and not for the people that merely sleep...while awake.
Jan 2015 · 330
Paved over futures
Gabriel Jan 2015
Starring at the barren, scorched earth we leave,
little by little our humanity we cleave.

Until there is nothing but a void of black,
a mentality for which there is no coming back.

How can we say we learned from the past,
when those very things that divide us never pass.

We steal away for better days,
yet drifting into feeling that we should raze.

All of the troubles that keep us in fear,
to fight for change that is so near.

How can we count on better days,
when everything we are inside is thrown away.

In favor of a life with less compassion,
for a style that rejects the humbled masses.

If our future is still envisioned in the path we walk,
it's most direr to find a way to peacefully talk.

For the road we paved is of demise,
to a future our heart will simply despise.
Dec 2014 · 470
Held too tight
Gabriel Dec 2014
Fearless from the start of the race rodents revere, lost fiddling with a purpose never truly clear.
How can feet carry you onto the path, when a weary heart lay beaten in the past.
Where can we run when there is no where to hide, how do we defeat that which pours from the inside.
In the bitter dust of an awakened realization, that this fear does not control the direction I've taken.
Still held in place by diminished memories, trying to envision the future that may never be.
But there were not enough colors to paint the picture, when the world in stuck in only a black and white fixture.
Dec 2014 · 911
Defenders of the Sun
Gabriel Dec 2014
Looking deeply into the densest black, no light to be found save a tiny little crack. The fracture that harbors a minimal piece of light, holding a tinge of fear as a battle rages in the night. Champions of the bright stand battered and bruised, a war against the dark we cannot afford to lose. Many tactics has the dark to destroy leaving broken shining beams, yet the light holds tight inside us as we strive towards our dream. Of a world that will only ever live in the light, and the only darkness we see is that of night. A war that eternally wages on, so no matter the victor...the tiniest crack of the dark...lives on, in us. We are the bringers of both side of illumination, one without the other, never balances the equation. For oneness is all that we seek, the inner battle of the strong and the weak. A source to which we are forever tied, we merely live to choose a side.
Sep 2014 · 336
Untitled
Gabriel Sep 2014
Held and gripped by symmetrical lines
Into forms virtually incomplete
Capsized by a separation of self
Gone unabridged to calculations
But I count seconds like sheep
While the rest of you weep
In a bed utterly soaked
In transcendental dream work of the lost
Still a pitiful sigh is given
To the most vicious lie never told
Held inside patterned breaths
Not yet realized by a focused soul
Bringing down walls is a constant exercise of fear
Blankets of memories do not hide truths unspoken
Lips do…
Sep 2014 · 393
Solidity of never
Gabriel Sep 2014
Born into a world colder then glacial tidal waves, yet naked in the sun of tomorrows we forever wait.

Wondering where the light began, how the showing of brightness produced the fractal pattern complexity unending.

Blink, but do not give away illumination for the lone black vacuum tumultuous constant of anti-nothing that cradles all things with mass.

Holdfast to logical constructs that articulate a suitable fashion, not those worn until their withered threads broke the binding of founding to an untested journey of life.

Of, intentional sacrifice of habitual mainstays that dust has long removed the visible passion to once it had belonged.

A burning inside for something tangible that out runs a heart alluding capture at every grasp.

How does one contain a pyroclastic flow of emotions that pour from a soul breaking oceans down to their knees, vomiting dirt and dust, while begging the stubborn clouds for water?

"We owe no compensation for the loss of liquid you horde, for the cost required to return you cannot afford".

Much too is the passion of a human heart, hasty to burn in a quickened rush, ending in an overly lamented rust.

But not all fires simply burn out, some roar, some kick, and many shout, and it is not the fear that they will die.

It is the belief that something ancient pulls through the lone black nothing to those born of even stranger tides igniting a raging inferno.

Showing candles burned at both ends can begin old emotions in young hearts that have never known a solid direction for passions unbound by limitations of vacuum insanity.
Sep 2014 · 513
56 days
Gabriel Sep 2014
In 56 days, my life will amazingly change
In 56 days all old habits will feel strange
In 56 days, I will not be the same man
In 56 days I will hold something precious in my hands
In 56 days, my heart will being to melt
In 56 days, I hope that she will be out
In 56 days, the world will welcome someone new
In 56 days, I will be the happiest person you ever knew
In 56 days I will be a father to a daughter 
In 56 days I will forever be kinder and softer
In 56 days I get to meet my baby girl
In 56 days, I get to show her off....to the world!!
For my baby girl, I can't wait to meet you!!
Sep 2014 · 822
Magnifying matter
Gabriel Sep 2014
Underneath the microscope are all the fissures, cracks, and faults.
Trying to find the density of what things matter to us most.
Yet not all aspects have a visible measured weight.
Some may never tip a scale while others make our whole world shake.
We cannot change the way the seconds beat the clock.
Nor can we know the length of a road our feet have never walked.
Stumbling over mental cracks that turn to fissures facing faults.
Are we at the edge, or already falling as we try to magnify what matters to us.
Aug 2014 · 403
De-illuminated descent
Gabriel Aug 2014
Falling ever backwards into the black again
A revolving darkness that warps me up tightly never ends
There is only so much control an id can take
Only so much pressure for the ego cracks and breaks
Feeling like Pluto missing the light and constant warmth
With the weight of the world holding me from moving forth
Who can pull me from this hidden gap
What can release me from this mentally manifested trap
A pitfall that always seems to drag me in
The rut that makes me begin to hate my skin
Darker are the thoughts of death that constantly creeps like a flood that will never cease
Until She reaches for me in the darkness to be the light of my release.
She is the tiniest spark of hope that never dies
She is the one that saves me as she looks into my eyes
Always close to me, but yet so far away
I wish I could reach for her…reach for her everyday
But depression holds me tight like a demon to a soul
SO until I beat this darkness, I feel I will never be whole
I write far outside my actual state of mind, hope I caught the emotion correct.
Aug 2014 · 234
Kind of way
Gabriel Aug 2014
Tender are the moments spent on cloud pillows with blanket memories
Once solid visions turn to merely smells of a gusting by past
Recollections found in the wind taste of a sweet spontaneity
Held by hearts that never let go, and minds that casually forget
A thumping from within never quiet beneath the skin
To the dreams ran away from that fill watery eyes
Merely to awaken to an empty world that a heart may despise
Never to return as the sun does after the coldest night
Defining a realization that alone, now, one must fight
As the half that promised to never leave has all but gone away
Yet always trapped in daydreams, in an almost timeless kind of way
Aug 2014 · 719
Raging on
Gabriel Aug 2014
Steel are the lines trapped in the faces once lost
Seldom seen or heard but felt stolen in a cost
As is the tree, always bound to the dirt
So is the soul, to the feelings it has hurt

One can run from the soul’s inner reflections
Yet the soul lacks being whole to this direction
For light sees truths where dark may simply not
Neither forces recruitment as each soul’s battle is fought

Difficult to see the victor when the war rages on
One may never see until the light is almost gone
Yet the darkness can never **** brightness in light
Because one without the other is to never have the fight
Jun 2014 · 734
Obsidian mantle...
Gabriel Jun 2014
Dustlings floating endlessly pursuing and drifting further into a vastness,matter painted black.

Searching for a destiny light millennium slow dance of heaviness, a gravity worth hanging around.

Airless gasps of constant revolutions, all states of matter form a convolution, hourglass sand falls in ordered disarray.

Gathering momentum to claim a position, spherical designs by the equivalent precision, strategically placed masses with fertile substrate.

Still honor dictates that I must confess, making bright vivacious planets is the best, even if only to devour them in the end.
Jun 2014 · 575
Harder to catch
Gabriel Jun 2014
Captivated but the light of a blissful day,
waiting to see the next dazzling array,
I have been lost in a daydream far too many times,
turning to words I want so badly to find,
a quiet place to trap my burning inspiration,
thoughts holding great pressure rivaling a meter ton,
pen tips cannot drive as quickly as the stream flows never-ending,
is it one more thing I think or merely my mind pretending,
the process often moves to fast,
making the scribbling of ideas a habit that never lasts.
Hard is it to catch those fleeting thoughts,
but just as devastating when those realizations are finally caught.
Jun 2014 · 459
little dust
Gabriel Jun 2014
Endangered thoughts swim like dust through streams of warmth in the sunlight of the morrow.
Captured by our vision until lost outside the light.
As those aspects soon long gone fall to the ground in sorrow.
Stirred up only at the glint of an adventure into the night.
Lost in the winds of changes left unspoken.
Contemplation within dreams only dreamt while awake.
Hardly shed the words yet a bond strongest never broken.
Hard to know which is worse, the burned bridges, or the painfully open ones we rarely take.
Jun 2014 · 549
Effortless sway
Gabriel Jun 2014
Time is a pendulum that never stops,
tick tick tick
Can you hear the change
Loud as a tornado in the night
Do you see the lines in the sand
Fading away into a blank slate
The morning chime of a new day
Do things are fit like in a dream
Can we understand just what they mean
The fog of haze slow to burn away
The steam creates a new vision in time
Because the pendulum may stop, but never will it rewind
Jun 2014 · 546
Dense as a stone
Gabriel Jun 2014
While falling into oblivion would be a great shame
It might be a pleasant escape from the world's torture and pain

Capitalizing on weakness and manipulated through fear
Boosting of truth yet believing everything they see and hear

One cannot work in absolutes with a rigid one-sided mind
Nor make logical decision when to anything but their view they are blind

No time for contemplating others in a partial calcified brain
Because that is the thought process of a person surely insane

For Neanderthals have little brains that when thinking of compassion, simply stop
As it's a sad state we few have the knowledge that cavemen think like rocks
Jun 2014 · 467
Fire lion
Gabriel Jun 2014
Molecularly driven like a locomotive engine
Ripping Suns apart like the universe's darkest invention
Behold the fire **** streaking violently through solar waves
Colliding with asteroids taking bites as they drift away
Feeding on the life force of the bluest helium star
A collection of trillions of souls together coming to grips with what they are
Only in the devouring, can they satisfy their rage and anger
Not realizing they were destroying planets like theirs only making the fire lion stronger
By adding to the sadness and the number of taken lives
For some things, need no reason for their passion to hate and despise.
But all things can be changed with one tiny little notion
It is foolish to believe one drop can change an ocean.........but it only takes one dream!
Jun 2014 · 6.5k
Loves Unbreakable Bond
Gabriel Jun 2014
Souls search for corresponding measures with gossamer vines through ether
Trapped in corporeal form often drifting between the learner and the teacher
Passing the souls mate yet missing the eyes of fate’s tomorrow
Spending years or a lifetime without a match in loss and sorrow
Souls never lost or seen in a colored perfectionist spectacle
Yet still touch the heart and mind even though vestigial  
We cannot find the split soul’s half with judgmental eyes
And if all we see is material, we may never hear a soul’s cries
For the one that makes us whole often wears a disguise
We are lucky enough to peer into the same blue skies
So when you find your souls match, you will know in an instant
You will feel like the sun, or at the very least like you just kissed it!
Walking you into a warmth that is rarely ever seen
You feel as though you lay on clouds, or lost in a pleasant dream
May 2014 · 657
Like the mist
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.
Apr 2014 · 652
Instrumental nothingness
Gabriel Apr 2014
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
Mar 2014 · 936
Me....Gemini
Gabriel Mar 2014
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.
Mar 2014 · 481
It's a start...
Gabriel Mar 2014
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...
Mar 2014 · 485
Fixed in strange
Gabriel Mar 2014
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
Feb 2014 · 955
Belittled hate...
Gabriel Feb 2014
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.....
Feb 2014 · 437
Inside sane...
Gabriel Feb 2014
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....
Gabriel Feb 2014
Light is the touch, the one that feather's envy,
In ways he cannot imagine, she adores him
Like a weatherworn teddy bear
Silent motions hold emotions still, graciously
Solace are his eyes, not longing  
Merely having known pain received  
Giving is a heart willing to shed blood, alone
For her heart resides in clouds, She cannot touch or hold,
But often speaks to...
Broken is not a word for something gone, missing
He cannot fill the hole in her heart,
Merely keep her from within it.
In love he will traverse through obscured emotions in reverse
Feb 2014 · 1.0k
Dying straight line
Gabriel Feb 2014
Dying straight line

Blissful reverie beginnings
Fill mason jars with
Cataclysmic repertoires
And loving memories  
Specifically orchestrated      
Pyroclastic like similes
Apprehensive to gestation
Systematical count down
To an evitable destination
But a soul may yet soar
On breezes men never fly
To hear the tune of resonance
Corporal forms rarely perform
Feel opulence in not but illumination
Transparent millennia as but a flash
Far beyond a humanoid pursuit
So while a body starts with intending
Spirits are infinite and never ending
You may think we are a dying straight line
But we are a circle….reinventing.
I think of Gandalf...Gray to White.
Feb 2014 · 411
Forever a notion...
Gabriel Feb 2014
Standing in the sunlight
Warmness on my face
The brightness nearly blinds vision
I lick the beams to test their taste
Just for contemplation
I wonder at the experienced sight
Of standing on a sun's molten seas
Where light forbids the night
Burning with such ferocity      
In the middle of the cold dark matter
Where a single touch may move a ton
Great held truths may begin to shatter
But I am merely staring at the sun
And a simpler day had started
Outside the lids of the closed eyes.
Feb 2014 · 671
Open the gate...
Gabriel Feb 2014
The steps are the steps
inward and flowing,
downward and away,
no time for possibility,
my mind has gone astray.
I chase not the chance of a certain moment,
I planned the time it took to hold it,
Not the falling that morphs the thought,
It is the telling that is yet taught,
We are rarely are own dreams,
Most times battling internal screams,
Merely a prospector of our own demands,
Turning to keep a little head above the sand,
That is thick and I am sinking oh so quick,
into a ground that devours my wit,
Making it so hard for me to state,
But I can't understand why she won't open the gate.....
Gabriel Feb 2014
There is a hole in my head,
      it's leaking my brains,
    I'm losing my emotions,
I'm going insane,

It's hard to refrain from esoteric occupations,
living in a world of conflicted demonstration.

                                                 ­                                                     
  I don't ask for your pity in any rhetorical connotation.
                                                    ­                                                        
  I seek the wisdom....of a questionable generation.
                                                     ­                                                             
To answer questions....so patiently awaiting deliberation.

  But I leave here with no expecting realization,
  As we all can see the sign of mild sleep deprivation.

But it is so much fun to see my brains interpretation.....
Feb 2014 · 1.0k
Awaited touch...
Gabriel Feb 2014
Missed so often are the gestures
Of emotions without measure
But no less heavy from here to there.

Through nonverbal communication
Not similar to meditation
We may speak on the body's accord.

For it does not require sound
To make meaning leap and bound
Far beyond the transgression of varying tongues.

There is understanding in sight's percept
Often retold in a night or two slept
Still she is all the fills my mind.

So while a gesture I have yet to see
A burning in my mind has yet to flee
As a vision has my emotions lost for words.
Feb 2014 · 408
Ocean of consciousness...
Gabriel Feb 2014
Swam these waters,
Tasted these dreams,
Felt these desires,
Wasted in screams,
Loved in excitement,
Pleasured by pain,
Torn from contentment,
Feeling so strange,
Embraced in memories,
Hidden from regrets,
Laced in elegances,
Hoping to forget,
Kept from decisions
Held in distension,
Caged by emotions,
World of retentions,
All in the scope of the minds most curiously created contention.
Feb 2014 · 3.1k
Quasar Bazaar
Gabriel Feb 2014
On the dark side of the moon
The light is always more blinding
One may hear a patterned tune
But Sol is no less binding
In the deepest black remains a torrent
Energy flows in all directions
A pulsing eruption of active current
The source of all of life's connections
Forces infused in superb creation
Energy powers our vivid dreams
Seen in a bright fiery demonstration
Found at backbone of cosmic seams
And every blistering binary star
Energy pumping from a quasar bazaar
Feb 2014 · 1.9k
Helium lines...
Gabriel Feb 2014
Burn so brightly elements of yesterday
Locked in a peculiar orbit, they say

The largest star in any sky
Burning the hottest before it dies

The intense blue of sublimation
Black holes envy his degradation

Far past when molecular oxidation occurs
Into great fires smoldering for her

Countless planets revolving over
Hopelessly caught in his supernova

The atomic incineration of time
All through ionized helium lines
Feb 2014 · 405
Deeper bends (10w)
Gabriel Feb 2014
For a heart that shines......
                                          .........blinds you with its love
Feb 2014 · 504
That gleam...
Gabriel Feb 2014
Ballistic relativity within a causal space
Broken is the glass eye of forever
Compacting melancholy reveries ******
As star streams descending parish beyond night
Ephemeral are the inner feelings and sensations
Articulated when we are alone…vacant
For if, a star falls was there ever any color at all
Or was there no bother burning bright
Landing is harder then blazing out
Because every star will crash
It is all in proper maintenance
Who cares to drive the machine?
It is not just who or how you get there
More about how hard you gleam!
Feb 2014 · 403
Burden of words...
Gabriel Feb 2014
Heavy is the mind that holds vocabulary
Inside a chest of hollow sounds
Sometimes the blood drips effortlessly
Often, there is never an utterance
No words kept in a precious order
No time to speak
What must be spoken
At your feet lay twisted syllables
Held only by chaos in tune
How can you calibrate consonants
When you cannot incorporate vowels
Why would you try to create meaning
If you lack the proper reverberations
To know a simple meaning is to know the root
Some yet follow a complex path
In the search for the burden of words
Feb 2014 · 1.2k
Hairy falcon
Gabriel Feb 2014
Often plain will stain Greatness
That which stood so long without
Now can barely hold the word
The word is like tape with no stick left
Merely a shadow of what once was
And if pushed on very hard
There are days it sticks
Still that word quickly falls
Like a placid old *******
Lost the meaning of the word Great
Yet it still stands in all its useless glory
Too proud to sit the **** down
Admit that life…is always shity
Yet we smile
We smile until it hurts
To prove that importance is second
Because sometimes it's good to remember that happiness
Can hurt to reach for in the hands of others
Not because of anything
It is just the price of flying
Feb 2014 · 871
Watchin crows fly
Gabriel Feb 2014
Crows tell lies to magpies about lazy black bird who spy on gentleman
Whether the rain falls in drips or sheets it’s gonna affect your mood
Car tires sound like waves if they pass in rhythmic succession  
Though each still lacks the depth of pure water crashing
Rainy smells a constant memory stream that floods
Do magpies care enough to wonder the truth
The way those warm kisses felt and tasted
Does the crow really fly in the rain too
Are my car windows down or not
Why would a black bird spy
Oh look, it’s a clear sky
Tell the magpie bye
Goodbye magpie
Rains all over
Best we go
Watchin’
Crows
Fly
Gabriel Feb 2014
Rebels root for fortitude in jest
The kind that sorrowful mermaids hold too tightly
Where all the tick-tocks hold patience place
Crossing over bridges of perpetual reiteration
There is nothing to see in brightly lit halls
Though, darkness creeps in all spaces
Waves knock boards like greenhorns knees
Forever giving an ocean to the sea
Something lost in a dream never dreamt
Waking only to remember that you forget
Jesters never placed in flocking meadows, but
Where maniacal mentalities reign in the shadows
Time is laced with life yet waiting for the count
Where we may yet feel the heat of a flame
As this broken boat sails the freest sea
On the passages northwest of insanity
Feb 2014 · 432
Off the sun
Gabriel Feb 2014
He has never seen the ocean
Though, He fantasized about it often
The crashing of waves so loud
When the final sun sets upon them
The feel a salty warmth caress
But he knows rock and stone best
The dirt…the solid ******* earth
The concrete beneath your feet
Sturdiness you feel inside the street
To mountaintops for as long as the day can be
Tress, grass, and wildlife far apart from ocean or sea
Standing atop the ***** of our mother Earth
Yet pondering the very substance of his birth
As his body craves the love of water
The inward haze when basking in the restorer
A tune to that which cannot be ignore
Seeing the vastness of water never seen before
To feel a autonomous body all flowing as one
And all merely living off the love of the sun
I really need to see the ocean!
Feb 2014 · 807
Feeling IS seeing
Gabriel Feb 2014
A pattern in dance to a soliloquy
Yet like into the past lost in senility
Caught in an impulse of rigidity
Waiting to see your inner epitome
Can you see the fertility abound 
Can you see the reflection in Venus' mound
Do you feel the words spoken are pretend
Do you hear the thoughts they hide within
Feel the fire to breathe the ashes
Burn to reveal those darker passions
Do not cry for the souls that never weep
Clench your heart as the world crumbles beneath your feet
Because while most things in life come from a dream
It's the things we see when awake that make us scream!
You feel just what you see, in the backdrop of our dreams, There is no one there to help you, when just try to cry out, there is little left to save you, until a dream, you fell out.
Gabriel Feb 2014
Casually jumping from one planet to the next, barely missing Pluto, dancing by the poor little "EX", drifting out a little further passing by smaller solar systems, cause Andromeda await. One must pass through much dark matter in the distance between galaxies, it is quite the taxing journey and is not for those with instabilities. The length of time is massive, and the gravity is all but void, one has no sense of direction, like a baby new to earth, the spirit lacks the capability to fully understand the worth. The void tears at ones very soul, broken down bit by bit, piece by piece really quite exhausting, like a normal person pretending to be an athlete. Time is the killer, and not for obvious reasons, but because the human soul is not very old, so there is more circles of time, and can drive people mad, hardened minds keep a soul count on such a journey. So as all the pieces come back together, or not, the slow, methodical, passionate pull of Andromeda begins to tug you closer, as she is further and larger then the Milky way, which is like a rubber blow up compared to an Olympic size, it is merely a matter of weight. As one drifts along the edge, close to where Sol would sit, it almost feels quite normal, even though its bright as ****! So many stars around, so much thriving life, neutron and white to red dwarf, even saw a supernova on the way to the center. The warmth of love and the softness of eternal light, such gravity that feeds the soul with an older quality, pushing core senses to the highest level, creating a heightened state of understanding to see the youth in our ways. Bounced back in the black, sent booming to the earth where a shell lay, one I often call, Gabriel.
Feb 2014 · 645
Bells and a pocket watch
Gabriel Feb 2014
Tick...
Tick...
Tock!
Where is the fancy little second hand,
It's running the minute hand nonstop
And every time the long hand strikes high noon
Off goes the massive bell with a...
Boom,
BOom,
BOOM!
Harmless bombs that set off car alarms
But yet in the form of a...
ring
ding
****.
How does such a funny looking pieces metal
Ring so strong
But my pocket watch is my phone
And it doesn't have a bell at all!
Feb 2014 · 771
The dire
Gabriel Feb 2014
Methodically traversing through the lonely, dark, and frigid forest
Grey is the beast within the spirit that implores it

To keep the wild blood, in untamed veins
Ever hidden behind powerful fangs

The paleness of the full bares the creature inside
A silent lunar song calling a soul never satisfied

The cry of a wolf never so dire
The cry of a fierce soul absolutely on fire

Alone in the black walking to an unknown ending
Is this man a beast or a wolf merely pretending

......to feel.....
Feb 2014 · 847
Hastening...
Gabriel Feb 2014
Shall I call to thee once more, my love?
Thou arrow doth shoot into me from above.
Tangled stings of lover's passion never borrow.
Yet perched on the light of yester morrow,
She hordes my memory justly cloaked, an entrenchment.
Her Meadowlark breast sings of my contentment.
As my voice fails to muster thus.
Her lover's song doth turn to dust.
In the translucent glow of placid regret,
He sees the paleness of a face wet.
So saddening was once the passing rains,
Now forward, a bled heart remains.
Her pointed sharpened attraction once a desire,
Now merely a softened verse within my spire.
Thou stricken surprised; whilst I forthright,
To inform thee of tragedy ending thy night.
I have been reading some Ben Jonson and Christopher Marlowe work lately, and this is kinda the result. I may have pushed it, but it sounds good and felt right. I hope you do so enjoy, thank you for reading!! =)
Feb 2014 · 443
But who knows?
Gabriel Feb 2014
In the infinite space, between the insane and the impossible, we look for ways to contemplate the strange and the implausible.

The shortest distance to a star, is the longest step in a human's mind, a constant calculation so hypothetical by design.

But in the midst of all these emotions an ethereal subconscious fight, to describe what makes us be in a world that lacks clarity of sight.

But to define is to avoid change in a world that was anything but, and to slow a passionate mind is a train one does not want to obstruct.

For obsession may be a younger man's game in the hindsight of wisdom's sarcasms, but the winner of the game is the one not falling in the chasm.

It's hard to keep from falling into the abyss of burning, always reaching for an asteroid never filling that inner yearning.    

But as we extend into the sky to touch the coldest voids of the universe, but we will bring the warmth of our light where ever humans may traverse.
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Grows Greater...
Gabriel Feb 2014
The distance never seemed so great
Cataclysm perfectionists
Yet, I am not your humpy dumpy,
Or your fine china ware
Bare knuckles drip sweat with anxiety
I know she wants a reaction
A pulse burst neuron pattern
She wants emotion...my fear...my jealousy
A hulk-like idiocy irrationally irrationalness
Anger does not suit dragons...it is messy
When wisdom is much more vicious
Sound becomes tines of liquid silver endings
Forcing once passionate melodic tones
Into baritone thunder claps of aggression
But strangely...the animals do not run
As patients is a commandeering trait
But the distance g  r  o  w  s greater..
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