greyeyesgabriel poetry

Space Out

djgreyeyesgabriel — Sat, 02 Feb 2013 12:44:27 -0600

Growing forever in a bottle,
infinity condensed, confined;
expanding time in suspense,
compounded out of mind.

Starseed interjected mass,
a flip of the switch electric;
just an energetic pulsar,
only a touch of the eclectic.

A rhythm in frequency pitch,
a subtle dance of love in light;
twisting a universal chance,
chaotic control, harrowed sight.

Done like as before, never again,
gently drifting towards the blackhole;
vibrating harmoniously, a rift in time,
an energy which some call our soul.

~greyeyesgabriel 2013

Bill Brady

djgreyeyesgabriel — Fri, 21 Dec 2012 00:53:32 -0600

BANG! BANG!
I’ve got a gun.
HEY! HEY!
You’d better run.
BOOM! BOOM!
I’ve got to kill.
SAY! SAY!
What a thrill.

PASS! PASS!
A Bill called Brady!
BOO! BOO!
The Bill is quite shady!
DENY! DENY!
I’ve got no gun!
BANG! BANG!
I’ve got to run!

~greyeyesgabriel 1996

The Violet Book in PDF & More

djgreyeyesgabriel — Thu, 20 Dec 2012 12:59:47 -0600

The Violet Book is a collection of strange and odd poems, some inspired by life events, some completely products of imagination. Subtitled Gus’s Majik Busses, The Violet Book is not your average poetry and may be offensive to some readers; especially those who think the poem is about them, it is not. It is now available in PDF, DOCX, TXT, or even mobile formats through Scribd, at the affordable price of $5.99, and doesn’t have any sharing restrictions so you can share the weirdness with your friends. This is the second volume in a 4 part series entitled Idiosyncrasy, A Peculiar Way Of Thought from greyeyesgabriel.

The Violet Book

The Red Book in PDF & More

djgreyeyesgabriel — Tue, 18 Dec 2012 04:20:34 -0600

I am proud to introduce my very first poetry book entitled, The Red Book; it is a collection of love poems from 1990-2012; each one with the memory of a woman behind it. It is now available in PDF, DOCX, TXT, or even mobile formats through Scribd, at the affordable price of $5.99, and doesn’t have any sharing restrictions so you can share the love with your friends. This is the first volume in a 4 part series entitled Idiosyncrasy, A Peculiar Way Of Thought from greyeyesgabriel. Follow the link to purchase the first edition of The Red Book, A Box Of Broken Hearts.

The Red Book

The Red Book in EPUB Format

djgreyeyesgabriel — Tue, 18 Dec 2012 04:10:00 -0600

I am proud to introduce my very first poetry book entitled, The Red Book; it is a collection of love poems from 1990-2012; each one with the memory of a woman behind it. It is available now at Lulu in EPUB format for your eReader, at the affordable price of $5.99, and doesn’t have any sharing restrictions so you can share the love with your friends. This is the first volume in a 4 part series entitled Idiosyncrasy, A Peculiar Way Of Thought from greyeyesgabriel. Follow the link to purchase the first edition of The Red Book, A Box Of Broken Hearts.

http://www.lulu.com/shop/greyeyesgabriel/the-red-book/ebook/product-20578534.html

The Battle of Twilight

djgreyeyesgabriel — Sun, 16 Dec 2012 06:13:00 -0600

Somewhere between dusk and dawn is the twilight;
where time stands still, and anything is possible.
Within The Lonely Tower lives the Princess of the Shadows;
surrounded in the Valley of Echos Past, happy with her misery.

Locked within walls built by herself;
to protect her from the Knight of Light, whom searches for her endlessly.
Sipping on her Tears of Sorrow, alone, but safe;
hovering off The Cliff of Despair, she toils over losing the key.

There in that kingdom, where suns and moons collide;
the twinkle of twilight’s stars, fade from sunset to sunrise.
As the Knight of Light rides tirelessly across the realm;
overcoming all challenges in his path, to journey on with his heart driven quest.

While alone in The Lonely Tower, the Princess of the Shadows solemnly waits;
for her hero should arrive, to rescue her from her self-inflicted fate.
The Angel of Fear holds the key to the tower, far away from the princess;
upon the Mountain of Doom, is where the angel rests.

Fear rests not, in the heart of the knight;
relentlessly he battles on, racing swiftly away from the dawn.
The Angel of Fear within his sites, the Knight of Light must prevail;
he must possess the key to free the Princess of the Shadows from her own despair.

Defeating demons to the foothills of Doom’s Doorstep, a fiery rage of passion explodes;
as the Light of Knight vanquishes his foes to ascend the Mountain of Doom.
Burning with a seething passion, he stands before the Angel of Fear;
valiantly he stands, weapon sheathed, staring into the face of fear.

Prepared for battle, shall it be;
the Knight of Light stands unmoved, as the Angel of Fear searches his heart.
Finding no way to defeat the Knight of Light, the Angel of Fear bows down in defeat;
backing away from the Truth of Love, it surrenders the key.

As Angel of Fear was defeated, lightning flashed, the thunder crashed;
and so began the Storms of Sorrows, flowing in all directions from the Mountain of Doom.
Seizing the key to The Lonely Tower, hastily he scurried back down the mountain;
triumphantly the hero’s quest now was to set the Princess of the Shadows free.

While alone the princess waits in the tower, suffering with wonder;
living in hopeless abandon, nowhere to run, except in circles.
Running up and down the stairs, which encircle the black stone walls;
peering from windows with no view, a prison from which there is no escape.

All that keeps The Lonely Tower from crashing into the Valley of Echos Past;
is her hope that the knight is on his way.
She hears the rumble of the thunder, although she can see no lightning;
within her walls of solitude, her heart can only speculate.

Charging on against the Storms of Sorrows, still facing the Valley of Echos Past;
the Knight of Light presses forward, never knowing a doubt.
The Gates of Fate is what he seeks, beneath the Tree of Solitude;
there lies entry to The Lonely Tower, where his Princess of the Shadows awaits.

Already he could hear the echos of the valley calling out to him;
even above the growling roar of the thunder, and the slashing sound of the wind.
Courageously he rode on, the echos faded, the thunder replaced with the beating of his heart;
straight through the Valley of Echos Past, and right to the gates.

The Storms of Sorrows just behind him, on the other side of the valley;
the Knight of Light pauses at The Gates of Fate, holding the Key to Happiness within his grasp.
Opening the gates, the pace of his heart rushes;
his princess is just beyond the Tree of Solitude, locked within the walls of her own tower.

She has let him inside of her loneliness, as he calls out to her on the stairs;
when she calls back, he runs to her embrace.
Outside the storms raged on, pressing closer to the tower;
while inside the two were kissing, two hearts intertwining in love, no higher power.

The Truth of Love tested and proven, the walls of The Lonely Tower began to crack and crumble;
and as the two exited the Gates of Fate, the tower fell.
Large, black stones crushed the Tree of Solitude, leaving rubble scattered across the Cliff of Despair;
as the base of the tower plummeted into the now silent Valley of Echos Past.

The Storms of Sorrow ceased and the clouds dissipated, to reveal the stars between dusk and dawn;
while the Knight of Light and the Princess of the Shadows walked away with The Key to Happiness.
Victorious over their fears, triumphant over all;
they realized the power is within us all, so finally, I awoke at last.

~ greyeyesgabriel 2012

Divining The Day

djgreyeyesgabriel — Wed, 01 Aug 2012 22:47:00 -0500

I shall sleep a slumber of visions and dreams; awaking to shake off the wonder, reality or a daydream; revision, sleep has overtaken me upon the slumber, nevermore; dark dusk, riding twilight’s wake, a slender entrance of splendid response; a beam of light, wandering upon the meandering daybreak of another delirious morning.

Awake! Awake! Before the day is done, behold the birds of the morning song; flutter before the butterfly quake, among tines of grass withered by; the sun must break at dawns retreat, as sure as my feet carry me; arise, shudder the cobwebs and grasp the tail, nevermore; to dally the day away with fritterous nonsense of nigh, away, away; to dance with a cosmic destiny of serendipitous chance.

Not to die into another day, rise up triumphantly; speak now, not a whisper, only perchance to say; alive, you see, to become by your deeds; another dance away, away, away; dawning by the lake in a glorious wake, fearing not; nevermore.

Falling away, alive, rise; chaos, not evil, merely changing of the guardian; fear not the dying of the day, the dawn shall come again; from within the kingdom of light shall reign, blowing away the haze of the dusky day; galloping across my soul the same, nevermore knocking upon my door; no fear of eternal flame, no more; nevermore; nevermore.

~greyeyesgabriel 2012

She'll die on that day, and leave me here. Maybe that day has already happened.

puck-and-peaseblossom-deactivat — Tue, 24 Jul 2012 21:19:00 -0500

One day all the beautiful people will die
and there will only be people like me left alive
and we won’t cry as we say our goodbyes
because only beautiful people cry.

And after the ugly has buried the dead
we won’t have to worry about what goes on in our heads,
no thought that we have will ever be bad
because only beautiful people go mad.

The ugly will laugh and move on,
no care in the world that the beautiful are gone.
The sex will be rough but never enough
because only beautiful people make love.

They’ll be no love, just ugly faces.
No smiles, no tears, no graces,
just fake, ugly deals, nothing’s real
because only beautiful people can feel.

-T

Sadness

djgreyeyesgabriel — Sun, 15 Jul 2012 01:53:36 -0500

A tear in my eye, and I wept,
nothing more can I do;
I live now with this regret,
as it all passes by, life to ensue.

To slip on things unseen,
looking in the mirror of time;
not even liking what I see,
and hating what I find.

Am I really who I seem,
do I really know myself as I think;
doing whatever that is deemed,
hoping like hell I don’t sink.

Do I live for myself or others,
is there happiness within myself;
tears for my pillow to smother,
as I sit here upon this shelf.

Tasting the salt of my misery,
while wearing a mask with a smile;
longing for someone to truly see,
carrying my load, mile after mile.

~greyeyesgabriel 2012

Awakening Dance

djgreyeyesgabriel — Wed, 30 May 2012 01:10:00 -0500

What sweet visions dance within one’s delight;
during this dark midnight’s restless plunder.
Were you so aware in a terrible, flickering fright;
a prisoner of the mind, caged in a state of wonder.

Taking flight perchance, a chant of subliminal dance;
tango with the stars, erotic passion fleeting.
Soaring above where men dare be, taken back a glance;
drifting away softly breathing, only your own heart beating.

Swimming the tides of joy’s ocean, free of any notion;
swarmed, chaotic, laughing along with the breeze.
Freedom’s silent chirp, massaging the ears like lotion;
holding tightly to times touch, keeping memories to freeze.

Long we lustful seek out for that gentle hand;
lonely in spirit to search of such a kindred heart.
Fearing the sweet taste of death, borrowing sand;
a dutiful day of destiny, lest it be sorrow we shall part.

Dawning a new days sunrise, pitching fork of time;
scars, not for us to take, bleeding not what is at stake.
Dreaming not to wake, living is such divine sublime;
seeming stone solid, yet arriving awake, it toils so fake.

Streaming beams of sunlight, over yonder breaks;
washing away tragic dreams of love’s great hope.
Alone, screaming, memories erased by time’s rake;
Rising away from night’s slumber, one more day to cope.

‎~greyeyesgabriel 2012

The Spider's Web

djgreyeyesgabriel — Sat, 26 May 2012 01:20:23 -0500

The spider’s web is woven,
a shinning, sticky thread of lies;
inviting prey into it’s coven,
while hidden, the spider spies.

Lies, strung together so well,
exposed during the light of day;
but in darkness, does the spider dwell,
waiting to suck upon it’s prey.

In darkness the web is hidden,
the spider lies in wait to feed;
a safe passage now forbidden,
to fulfill the spider’s glutinous need.

The fatal flaw, you should see,
the spider feeds on smaller prey;
quite a bit smaller than a bee,
the web of lies is strong you say.

But larger prey rips holes in the web,
and the spider’s worried work is paid;
I am much larger, you see, in the ebb,
flowing along, and truth is my RAID!

~greyeyesgabriel 2012

Gus's Majik Busses (Pt. 1)

djgreyeyesgabriel — Sun, 20 May 2012 04:27:53 -0500

I’ve been everywhere;
On Gus’s Majik Busses.
I’ve been over there;
Where the water rushes.
I’ve been over here;
Where poverty gushes.
I’ve seen them stop and stare;
When the toilet flushes.
We didn’t have a care;
When they came and rushed us.
I never had to despair;
When on Gus’s Majik Busses.
It was in the air;
And, oh, they did cuss us.

…and still do.

~greyeyesgabriel 1996

Birds & Worms

djgreyeyesgabriel — Sun, 20 May 2012 03:45:00 -0500

Squirm you little worm,
Squirm into your little hole;
Squirm into the earth,
Squirm until your heart is whole.

Dig yourself a little hole,
Dig it deeply to keep you safe;
Dig a moist dark little patch,
Dig it wet so your butt won’t chafe.

Consume you little worm,
Consume your own waste;
Consume so you may feast,
Consume with so much haste.

Squirm you little worm,
Squirm out of your little hole;
Squirm in the grips of the beak,
Squirm as anger rips away your soul.

Be consumed by your anger,
Be consumed by your rage;
Be consumed by this little bird,
Be consumed as you consume garbage.

~greyeyesgabriel 2012

Understanding

untilltheworld — Tue, 15 May 2012 00:40:00 -0500

I, my father, and myself were out for drinks one day

Him, some coffee, me, a Sprite, as we looked upon the city of bridges

The silence made of plush thorns and spiked cotton,

I judged him dearly on such a day

Yet he sat there and took it, our relationship never forgotten.

I, my father, and myself got on a train that day

For a ride throughout the night to the cradle of the renaissance

The sound of the train accentuating his points

Do better, live better, eat better, my boy

And I sat there and absorbed it, fearful to disappoint

Something clicked.

I, my son, and myself got off the train that day

To enjoy the view, to bask in the light of the eternal city

On that day I humored him, tried to give him time

Yet his instinctively disobeys

And yet I have to believe that in his angst, there lies something sublime.

I – the son, the father – understood.

//

~poeticrussia

Serendipitous Idiosyncrasy

djgreyeyesgabriel — Wed, 02 May 2012 07:37:00 -0500

A lovely twist of fate,
To glide in life’s dance;
A certain choice to make,
To find love, per chance.

Stepping out in perfect faith,
Finding a determined sign;
Standing under loving grace,
As the path of time unwinds.

Dreaming in idiosyncratic ways,
To fuel desired perception;
A serendipitous event of days,
Known upon first inception.

Not to die alone in the night,
As a passionate accident;
But to come alive within light,
Of this fortunate incident.

An occurrence of happenstance,
Lending to a dream sought;
Through unknown circumstance,
A dream of the heart caught.

Not doubting the heart’s desire,
Is contained within the blowing wind;
Challenging us to respectfully aspire,
Comprehending, true love has no end.

~greyeyesgabriel 2012

Fateful

djgreyeyesgabriel — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 01:10:00 -0500

To steal my heart, and give it back;
Wounded and scarred, broken.
Wrapped in barbwire, bleeding;
Severed away, a gift of love’s token.

To shatter my spirit, left alone;
Splintered to shards, hollow.
Wrapped in this flesh, darkened;
Torn apart, love’s gift to swallow.

To squash my pride, stepped upon;
Splattered all over, still seeping.
Wrapped in certain humility, filthy;
Like an unwanted bug, death reaping.

To break my bones, cast away;
Fractured and crushed, milled.
Wrapped in a burlap sack, dust;
Alone I break, my fate is sealed.

~greyeyesgabriel 2012

Two Hearts

djgreyeyesgabriel — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 15:32:21 -0500

My heart is yours;
And yours is mine.
Coming together;
And intertwined.

Beating in unison;
together as one.
Passion so deep;
It cannot be undone.

You keep my love;
And I keep yours.
Even through time;
Our love endures.

Only words on paper;
But the feelings are real.
Words can’t express;
The way that I feel.

~greyeyesgabriel 2003

Everything and Nothing

sadisticyellowbird — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 07:57:00 -0500

In all those moments where freedom is denied,
In all the pain that is locked up, confined.
The words that come are nothing but choking lines,
The words that are spoken are nothing but lies.

With everything done, and everything passed,
Mediocrity stands as clarity fades fast.
All that is felt, spoken, or believed,
All simply classified as the words of thieves.
With everything done, some things will always last,
The shame, the rain, and the broken shards of glass.
All that is done is a travesty from a trap,
All simply used to cover the straps,
So binding, they are, so simple and plain.
Keeping us here throughout all dismay.
Refusing to leave until the game we have played,
Is rightfully lost to the oblique and grey.

In all those years, those days gone by,
In all those moments, like smoke, that sting the eye,
The memory fades and the meaning decays.
The memory is lost, and forever slips away.

Everything and nothing, they are the same.

by sadisticyellowbird

Dust

djgreyeyesgabriel — Sun, 18 Mar 2012 21:07:16 -0500

Dust floating in the air;
Drifting along without a care.
Until it lands;
Where it becomes sand.
Along comes the wind;
And it becomes dust, again.

~greyeyesgabriel 2004

Drifting Away

djgreyeyesgabriel — Fri, 16 Mar 2012 19:41:49 -0500

Floating away it seems,
Everlasting, a daydream;
Drifting on down the stream,
Light twinkles, a simple gleam.

Frost converging into the steam,
Never no more, not able to scream;
Flip flopping, something like cream,
Could be, ripping along the seam.

~greyeyesgabriel 2012