Biography of Gabhriel Londe
Just living, learning, aspiring to grow and teach, and maybe entertain along the way.
Also working closely with art, music, and other means of expression in order to do so.
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Gabhriel Londe Poems
At A Writer's Workshop
The stained dark beige walls stare at me. They think they know me, So they start to close in To get a better look,
Resentment As The End
When they had rid themselves of their first scapegoat To send their problems away with it, It came back as the demon Azazel.
It Is Night
It's dark outside, But it isn't. There is still an ominous red glow in the sky At 11: 14pm.
A Fight Well Fought Is Not Always Won
It has been quite a while since I have written. I'm guessing that's partly because I have been so busy Fighting my mind And confronting my insanity.
The Free-Form Poet's Sedoka
How does one conform? Act how everyone else does, Never standing out.
All Of It
The Abstract, The Madness, The Spark, The Way;
An Evening In Some Poet's Den (A Title P...
The writing is nothing When everything feels wrong. Wordless, Awake at night.
Osage Beach (Here We Come)
Here we go, On our way to Osage Beach. I remember this ride being more fun, More promising,
When Boog Went Bust
There was this kid We called Boog Who would spend hours In his front yard
Walk The Yard
In my darker times, I remember myself Pacing back and forth In my backyard
I See You
It’s hard To keep your head On straight When the world
See, I believe that every single day We lose little bits and pieces of Our souls; Chips off the marble sculptures
Welcome. Greetings. How do you do? Let me introduce myself, I'm the hypnotist inside of you. Now that we've met, let me make myself clear, I'm not here to help; I'm here to generate fear.
No Safe Words
I used to write much more. At least 15 poems a week, Constant pouring of raw thought To page.
Resentment As The End
When they had rid themselves of their first scapegoat
To send their problems away with it,
It came back as the demon Azazel.
If a goat, in its resentment, could do that,
What worse things could humans become?
What could this world create?
Someday, we will find out,