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Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
I have something to confess
Before I make another fourteen track step
Don’t look at this as me moping
Sure I may need some more soaping
For the dark about to come out my mouth
But I think it’s part of the kaleidoscopes
And I think it’s part of the steaming found
And I can’t really hold with back with a rope
I’ve given myself some time to know it more
So that it won’t be like just another eyesore
This sort of poem references three songs I’ve written around September of last year - Kaleidoscopes, about how God opens up our eyes to new things and deeper faith, Steam in my Lungs, about this passion for writing God has given me, and Soar of the Eyesores, about how I should keep writing if I feel like it’s what God is telling me to do.

Since then, I have written songs about some deep darkness I have gone through. I have stopped, but it still faces me sometimes. And I know some of you all go through it or have gone through it. I’m lucky to be saved and alive, and God will do the same for you.

I still debate on whether I should release these songs about it. I want them to be encouraging, but also real. looking back on these songs I wrote in September, it shows me how I led up to all those songs I wrote about that deals with darker things. And I’m still unsure if songwriting is suppose to be what I’m suppose to do. I want to make sure it’s good for people, and not out of a place of selfishness.
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
What if sneezing allowed us to rid us of the demons
Instead of blessing flowing from our noses
Our greeting are for the devil’s fleeting
Rejoicing in this enforcement
Contorting the very distortion
And reversing how we curse us
A different stanza to put on our mantle
I might add on some more. God bless y’all
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
I think I stopped for a girl
Because there’d be no love in that turmoil
And I stopped for my friend
She made it through and me back again
Turns out it was for the Savior
By Him and through Him He made it
Because I was not connected
When I cut myself by selection
But our God went ahead and intervened
Planting seeds between everything
That’s the way our God works
And by this love we are saved from hurts
I obliged and I thanked Him
I die by living for Him
It was no mistake and I was not His favorite
His love is for all at the door hinges
I wrote a poem called “10 Days Clean (kinda)” last year, and I’d like to update you on the subject. This is solely the power of God; I could not do this. And He can do it for you too
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
I wish I wrote a different song no one’s ever heard
I wish my mom would just admit she’s sick of every word
Overplayed, overstayed, it was a smash hit
Funny how overplayed songs sound like crap
I was told my true fans don’t like this song
But I hope they sing along,
I hope they sing along
At one concert in 2016, Twenty One Pilots changed the first verse to Stressed Out to this, and I find it very interesting. For one, he didn’t make “hit” rhyme with “sh*t”, and it doesn’t sound too well out loud, but I bet that’s on purpose. That makes it kinda deep I think, how even that goes against the norm and what people want. I just think it’s bold and true, and that we can learn from it
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
I wanna make a name for myself
But this tower is not to be built
And I did not address You
So You made us a messy tooth
But God defies His own odds
Because right after he made a promise
And after hundreds of years
He proved himself honest and clear

So don’t tell me quite now
I’m okay with that rouse now
Because I found out the voucher
A discount on our amount
That prevents us from feeling
A reinvented sort of seedlings
A halfway sort of meeting
Between everything and nothing
Varying on if I feel something
The name we have for ourself is the Name of the Lord, whose wisdom surpasses all understanding, and whose peace is greater than anything we can conjure on our own. So I’m joyful whenever I accept His Name as my own and allow it to define me, because that’s when I find my wholeness
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
I’ve been trying for so long to be the poet
When all I’ve wanted is to be the poem
I’ve been trying for so long to be the poet
When all I’ve wanted is to be the poem
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
Heap burning coals on my head
When I am starving, You give food
When I am thirsty, You give water
When I push it away, it doesn’t grow old
When I fit, You know my mood
When I puke it back up, You give more, vintner
Heap burning coals on my head
My face will burn red
At what I know You have fed
But nothing is wasted
It’s there and I can still taste it
It’s there and I can still taste it
Heap burning coals on my head
Heal me and I want a changed me
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