Gems - Gabrielle Bryant-Gainer (books to get back into reading TXT) 📗

sports have tasted in silent delight
she'd fled with a freedom, the maiden fair,
sit down, to waste in hell's despair;
I guard them well with thee behind me,
who doth give his youth a harlot's curse
blasts! These forests of thy father's moor!
I murmur my wishes but only to his fervor
what was my joy, but a hapless plea?"
"Oh Earth's clouds let thy ruddy eyes see day
angels shall brush my shady roof,
there they may find hope under leaves
so many children are stripped
of thy father; does it keep my love in vain
oh Day of Mourning,
come down and bid thee such a sign."
ten-thousand spirits of woe!
what shall be in the home of her mournful head,
whose ears have built Jerusalem
in thy heart and soul?
when He was dark, no injury,
to the sacred years,

 
when Mary had spoken in the night of a spirit,
he became a bright mane of stars, to sit
beneath our Father's throne,
and know thy Peace, the Dove, but can it be?
for the longings of their eyes so poor,
oh To be like them and scream of war!
or to vanish with the night, to be the dying star
beheld such a brilliant sight, from our father's shore.


Pretty


weak in the knees, don't say please?
Oh and I'm in love, with stupidity
it's my disease, I have no security...
I modestly promoted, demoted and shamed
The very thing I stood for and inflamed
My horses eyes were wide, with anger and agile
don't you talk to her like that boy, she's still just a
child
Oh, how do I feel about the precedents tonight
In these dark torrents I run raining, I just want
Aboriginal sin, ambiguity creation


Perhaps it's true- I am an anarchist, although
I don't think there's any blood left to fuel my rage
I spit these ashes upon each page, hatred fuels my

 
passion
I am trying to fashion that voice within, that one
that won't complain
That voice that knows, the difference- between sane
and insane
sane and insane sane and insane sane and insane
and then again
I know, there's no real knowledge, of good and evil
just two building blocks in our hands, one made of
dust
the other is man, if you can you know you will
build your tower, angels learn to kill, to do it with
ease and it
breaks my heart, this passive art of selfish pride
Who is the next, beautiful bride, weak in the knees
don't say it means nothing, for I mean it
I am not a happy soul, not at all.


 


America

Free words, became my realm of sorrow
Hail the queen of the skies, like there is no today
or ever was, the yester-realm of heroes
She flees the image, a wax design, how forcibly
men
made their bride, sign the contract- undermined
underlined she is so quiet, virgin pride
What's alright? Waiting for the lightning light
I want to hear, she cries, the prophets graffiti on the
walls
I want to fear, she lies, I want to die...but nothing
nothing will make me feel, that sort of healing that
means I’m real
Am I real? Do I care at all, what's this man or do we
fall
Do we question ourselves at all?
Our own flesh...our human souls, our liberty
Our image known, to all...who hears the call.
The dove sings, a violent bell, angelic screams
Oh angel, I know you well...and we will be
We will be, the enemy. Yes call me
Call me, America, just call me the enemy.


 
Phantom

The monster slowly steps through barred windows
Enters a pale lit room with a young virgin asleep
The visitor plucks a rose from her vase
And quietly stretches his large bat-like wings.
When Dianne awakens from her sweet deep sleep
She is face to face with this dark handsome man
In a dark cape and with glistening white locks
She knows that this is her phantom lover at last.
He strides over and touches her silken thighs
And runs his tongue over her cherry red lips
Inviting the wickedest scent, arousing her fast
They make the sweetest love, temptation at its best.
When at last the strange man devours her body and
soul
She is left among the wrinkled sheets as the
bedsprings creak
She has left this wicked world behind her
Restlessly, the vampire looks for his next guest.


 
I Wander

I wondered why I wandered so far
Followed the sky, followed my heart
Now it's as if I'm all out of time
I wonder why I felt so alive
I carried on, her body was gone
When I was high, it was still mine
Some days I laughed, some days I cried
I wondered why I felt so alive
I am not broken, I am not alone
She sings so sweetly& with her song
She could tear the world from their eyes
I wonder why it is a crime
I wander far, I wander around
I give a smile, but can't you see now
They don't understand
I wonder why it is a crime to hold your hand
I wonder why I wander far
Following the skies, looking for stars
I carry on when I feel shy
I wonder why I feel so alive
I was never broken, not ever alone
I was laughing, never going home
She sang so sweetly, then she died

 
I wonder why I feel so alive
I wander far, I wander around
I give a twirl, can't you see the sound
It would not tear the world from your eyes
I wonder why I feel so alive


Island Dancers
I'd known you by those glossy pearls,
Seated so justly at your breast,
'Fore kissing me there at the door,
You waved across the eastern shore,
And swam to me in graceful whirls,
To dance upon the sandy crest.
Your hair was glistening like rain,
Could I a poor man say a word--
Your lips were ruby red and fierce,
That in such stillness, love not pierce?
Enchanted by my dear Moraine,
You were the only voice I heard.
Then stiffened by a dread of fear,
A character that was no guest,
As lovers' hearts began to ache,
We knew this man was our mistake,

 
Uninvited, not here-not here!
But turn him back, they did their best!
He strode right to the ballroom floor,
Then he danced with the ghostly air,
And we watched, we crowded around,
A shady man, but so profound!
He danced alone and yet what for?
I neither knew nor did I care.
My love--you looked upon the lad,
As if 'tween your eyes was a knot,
And when you moved you made no sound,
I thought I lost what I had found,
Of course it seemed you had forgot,
This last dance was ours to be had.
And you looked quite the fool that night,
Trying to wake his reverie,
While he kept dancing with his mind,
Until we noticed he was blind,
And it gave you an awful fright,
He told you that he could not see!
All laughed for awhile then they slept,
But we left the party long ago,
To watch the waves with that blind man,
He said that if you try you can,
And that was when we three had wept,
We three had learned the truth, you know.


 
And swam through waters cold as ice,
And ran our hands through the cloud,
And slept under the hottest sun,
Had found within ourselves a son,
And though the world seemed not so nice,
The dance of love we had allowed


Golden Tears

Goddess of the golden tears
Mistress to the tide that is rising
Bring light shining in through me
In through me bring this light shining
Golden hair of sunlit fields
Of many flowers, wilder than her eyes
Tomorrow dawns, a new birth of laughter
Angels' songs will carry me over
Ageless sunrise, off sweeping new horizons
Despair and darkness rules the winter night
Bring the softness of lullabies
And the quivering halo of ageless life
Golden sun, the fortunate spring I've sought
The eternal shore, of waters everlasting
The savior seeks his children, the water is so fresh
eternal drink of purity, be blessed

 
Salt protects, mixing salt with water and blessed
wine
We seek to create an image, brought to your eyes
and mine
Sunshine is freed by the cloudy mist
And an ocean of rain comes following her kiss
The thorns wrapped around her heart
Can contain no more grief
And if you seek an Angel or a God
You must get onto your knees and pray relief
Show the world you are worthy
To begin this amazing journey
Through the sorrows of agony
We venture into the many eyes of our new eternity

War

We settled our bodies down
Into a place of peace
Were those memories found
Some days the air was cold
And we let our hearts get warm
In a place where we could grow
No tears fell from her eyes
Angel's whispers of the past
We meant to sour the skies

 
So boldly

she would shatter
The pride of any soldier
still yearning for a father
We're just toy soldiers
Marching off to war
Don't follow, don't follow anymore
In this time of worry
Of questions needed to be asked
Whose angrier than her?
For these endless wars
Of murder, of torture, of terror
For this endless war waged for ...
We have no choice, we have but no will
No power over our own hands, still
To save our world from warring lands


Winter

Winter secrets buried in white
As in dark we whispered nightly
Buried in the drifts of snow
Secrets told, they'll never know
In the dark we were whispering

 
Wandered majestically through white
As the ice melts from the clouds
All the secrets that you know
Hymns of starlight, bright light showing
Solemn eyes that faced the morning
In the bright light shown she sang
Of her blossomed love, she sang
Of all the haunting things she kept
Like blood let upon a spring thorn
In the winter she had slept
With a lover, now he's gone.
Goddess of Snow


Gathering tree limbs in the harsh winter
We stutter and we chatter
Our bodies feeling cold,
used, and beyond repair.
We're the helpless ones,
But she came into this world
Like a thundering cry
It ripped through the darkening sky.
Taken far from home
She slipped like a cat
In between their eyes

 
Darting back and forth then away
As I am gathering wood for the fire,
Nothing feels more sweet than the cold
She holds me in her raspy winter embrace
Can I not bare to fight it any longer?
Can I not bare to stand at all?
To part from her glance would be to change things
I choke down these silent romances
Remembering ...
I inhale and exhale the warmth of her life
As if I could be something great- but now who?
Unknown to this crowd, a hopeless one that I am
A lonely girl with infant dreams
Why do cowards cry? Why do men embrace their
tears
When you know we're only cowards
The sun has gone down as
The icicles lick the earth
With spring restlessly trickling
Beneath shafts of bitter ice
She is the body of a woman
With her slender form
And her sleek white hair
She is pregnant with love

 
We give our hearts to her
Our homes and our thanks to her
And as we comfortably lay there, hand in hand