Gems, Gabrielle Bryant-Gainer [interesting books to read in english .TXT] 📗

bitterness
for pains they endured
you won't settle for less
Than the grace to all which you
blessed, the light is there, the light will
always be here throughout our struggles
Even when these clouds of despair hide you
The stars still shine beyond all that we see
A bright shining place full of wonder
and miracles, divinity
You are the morning sunrise
you are the calming hand
The summer's rainbow
A child wishing
With my God
I am
Free


To Show A Tear

You are alone like me (indifferently)
But we share this difference- of similarities
See, I cannot laugh or cry, I'd be dying
You are alone like me
Your poetry you shares the same melody
Sings songs of empathy (gentle apathy)
When no one else is there (a soul survives the
ashes)
You are alone like me
When I want to see the world changing
And nothing goes my way (blood is blood this way)
So I try to pray but why pray
When I don't think it'll make a difference
My words aren't golden, they were all stolen
By someone else (stolen by your eyes lie)
You are alone like me (so quietly)
If only I could feel for you
But these tears have all been cried
My eyes have been dry of dreaming
So I sleep all night and think

 
And a dream all day without notion
I go through all the motions
Why, will someone please help me?
I thought I'd never love you
With your dark
But now I see it's your darkness
The keeps me alive in my heart (that keeps things
apart)


Beautiful Bones

The silver bells rung like a hurricane
And as the red carpet unraveled for Jane
She walked straight down the line
Such a beautiful dress, that she had on...
She was just like you are
With golden locks and green eyes for stars
She had been loved by them all always
But she didn't care for just one
Letting them pass on, just pass her by
Her only lover, was a silver gun
As the bells rung she ran away
without a word to say
She strung ruby red
Across her neck
like she had meant it to be
That was Jane problem you see

 
No one cares for me
she cried it again and again
The truth is, no one really did.
But of course
no one will get this message...
it's too late to care
because we're filled with greed
shame malice hate and despair
people won't understand


 


My Father


My father has always supported me
My father who always tries to be fair
My father who lets you know that he cares
My father is there for the family
On rainy Saturdays you will find him
Playing classical tunes on his guitar
And when you are in need or life seems grim
He will support you and go lengths by far
He likes coffee black every morning
He likes to see his kids growing up strong
You will hardly ever see him frowning
And there's not much you can say he does wrong
He works two jobs and stays up late working
But enjoys what he does and he works hard
He loves puzzles, in Sudoku he's king!
And being around you is his reward
Life can be hard for a father these days
So I think my dad deserves some true praise
And in this moment I think of the ways
He's made our lives special, thanks dad, always


 


Luna

Some are so tempted by the blood red moon
To steal her magic and spiritual might
They darken themselves with a lustful swoon
Fairing their hearts the illustrious fight
To conquer her mystery is a feat
That often turns lovers to war and greed
As righteous ministers further this plight
To say the dark creates evil indeed
With my hope fluttering on spellbound stars
I watch from afar in a reverie
As Luna smiles throughout all of our wars
And only the truly gifted can see
Though magic is used for many a gift
There is also the power of the truth
And when the world's powers begin to shift
Who is there to guard our eternal youth?
The secret of the moon is in her smile
The joyful face of a woman in love
So joyous of all that's free from beguile
Perpetual magic ruled from above


 


The Life Tree


I have noticed that whenever I pray,
People get better and heal from disease,
So I shall fold my hands while on my knees,
To clear my head without further delay.
I ask guidance from the Lord come what may,
"Will someone send me a messenger, please?"
Still the winds are turning upon the trees,
Those whisperings are all he can convey.
I shall not falter for before this light,
In heaven's mysterious secrecy,
The truths glisten in a magical rite,
Where thoughts create the mind, soul, and body.
Let the hymns of our ancestors ignite,
So that we can rise as life from the tree.


 
 

The Opiate
Gather here my friend to my collective
Be peaceful and share in your hate
Share this my friend for she needs no mention you
see
It was initiated within a societal state
Bear it my friend, all of these words
Do not hate yourself
Do not love yourself
Just listen to the self hum.
Toy soldiers, let's play
Little dollies of me
And lost innocents
The master sets up to pray
Calls it an illusionist's game
Thoughts hear blood go blue
the mass-hysteria is dawning
As shouts from rockets burst
He holds in his hands dimensions
Incapable of including the damned
Two holes in the ceiling
He feels them repeating
From which pour absolution
Three keys to three solutions
Will accept no substitution
a web of wandering meanings
Hidden beneath his sleeves
Like blood on a machine
Look a little closer
Nothing's really there
 

So what did you see?
He's been using the strings
He's sowing these things
just reaping their dreams
and the schemes
Praying for them to believe
In those behavioral screams
For in him you see
Your reprieve
Make me feel the freedom of falling
When I wake up it's been this denial
Such is this to me
I've been in exile
Sometimes it matters
To dream of dying there
Make me Break Me
It's a shame to fear
She might just be falling
Over into this sub-category
I'll sell you into me
She might just be free falling
Far from reality
No carbon copy
No conditional love left
For the crisis hungry
Comatose
Untie the noose on your blind truce
Look out for the ghost of what you mean
Within it is what you knew
The answers are there
Beyond me
 

But you cannot call out to them
For when you hear them call
You are not hearing
You are dying for the fall
He says he knows his name
To make sense of this
Welcome my friend to the damned collective
Turn it around
Make some kind of sound
How unloved to be
Someone whose just like me
Perfectly in denial
and never free.
Let's pretend
Make amends
I hope you know
I'm not your remedy.
 
Ripples of Red
This is the last time, she said
Andromeda will listen
As you wrap yourself around her
And your blood begins to die
We'll meet Andromeda some day there
With our tin can dreams
And psychedelic worlds
You'll heed the warning signs, then
Blood florescent in design
that bright shining Exit sign
he Pulls his shadow over the glade
Craving company
Perpetually
In a twilight
full of cyanide dreams
Careful not to slip into the tripped out white
humans created us from
Me.
Like us, we can only say
That they say that we're free...
They mettle and explode
The small become tangled
Twisted but alright
when carried by the Onyx's Flight
Midnight dressed in red and white
Opens his eyes, he is conscious too
Of the burn marks on the frame
Steel cannot bend me today
with the way we fight for time
 
She says it is sublime
The suffering in the darkness
Learning to sign
Imitate me, Andromeda
Andromeda
Andromeda you cannot know me...now
Andromeda History
His theory of Red bursts like flesh in the sky
How does the world spin this way?
On its axis? On a dial? Someone made a tide
Opened up the inside
Darkness does not smile
Relative...or the giving in to surrender?
Does it bubble on the surface?
Is it a beacon here forever?
Do we ripple or they spin us?
Can we bend it or perceive
the walls like little fish?
Are our minds related...somewhere
Do we know what we're looking for?
are we moving or suspended in motion?
Are we made of anything?
Cut the iron vein
Watch the coil spiral out into oblivion
Watch the sparks bleeding away
Suicide isn't as easy
As making waves in the sea
 

Ripples of Red
That only I could see.
Twisted Trees
on a lost path with twisted trees
no hazards or picket signs marking
their dangerous territories
often loved but not forgotten
hopeful to revolve in shattered schemes
the blueprints of hands that touched
the shame which now perceives
a perfect darkness with tinted trees
she's looking into the window
at the dark dream-like horizon
and the double that split once
a new incarnation, no destination
save the twisted trees
and she has no memories
is this the delusion
life in this confusion
just deny it, to herself, she says
look out there...just mangled babies
bodies hang from angelic tapestries
and this double knows no self
save the voice that exists
accept the double who calls and she
believes this is not sane to hear voices
to escape the collision
now she's here, now she's there
No she is not there
 
an acceptance of her mirage
soaked the insane to life
oblivion, catch me now please
I’m growing twisted dreams
of trees that grow with no emotion
twisted in his perfect design
She won't accept it
It's not mine!
magnolias surround her
sometimes he finds her
suspended in animation
who was her creator or
her master of design?
don't be afraid to speak
you may be me but
you are also free
to sign.
Black Dragon
I can't stop breaking things
like the blonde chic in denim and boots
I tumble down over memories
I'm not good for you
I want the chaos sometimes
Hold my hand chaos
Let's make it chaos
I need more practice
I'm feeling the spinning
From the sickness, Honey
It's making me happy
But you think it's odd
 
Really I think this world
Might just drive us crazy
You might just walk away
You might have walked away
The apocalypse had two sons
She's breeding you something
On empty planes and spaces
Called you everything
they've been laughing too much
as if it means anything
these letter I sent
To the perfect state of being
trapdoors on blue walls
prisoners shut themselves in
and little butterflies, just spread
girl, we're all a secret religion
just take me back to the field
down by the ash tree
Only I can't tell you what it means to you
we'll meet there as friends someday
and share our history
lunacy, lunacy
lunacy, lunacy
 
Rose of War

It was the perfect containment
a stark picture, a family gift
she picked those roses to remember
a child long gone, forever missed
forever
as she cut the stems with sharp scissors
for in some way this would soothe
the damage it had done.
as she performed this sacred surgery
on her beloved memory
she tried to forget--her baby's