Gary Scott Gebert
Biography of Gary Scott Gebert
Gary Scott Gebert, when hard-pressed will say it was April 3rd of 2002 when he made his first attempt at writing anything he would deem “poetic.” This coming from a man with a long history as a musician and songwriter. Prior to April 2002, Gary felt his songwriting outlets and collaboration with other musicians was enough. The impact these talented men and women had on his growth as a musician and songwriter is found in a multitude of songs, spanning the years, and proving Gary has the ability to focus and collaborate, while also retaining his inner voice. In his first poetic piece, “The Dark Cage, ” Gary speaks of his self, but more importantly offers understanding to others who may be as lost, or as close to being found in his words:
Inside the walls, and down the stairs? I crept to hide from you …
Since April 2002, Gary has continued pouring out his thoughts and emotions, never shying to speak of fate and/or failure in their most honest forms. His earlier pieces, indeed, detail very personal issues, fears and contemplations. Gary discovered “real men can undergo personal therapy, ” while also keeping up with everyday concerns, commitments and goals along the path.
Gary’s poems later evolved into discussions over true relationship issues, trying times in his own life where marking the page, made it clearly evident where he was going. His hope was, for anyone who read his poems, that beyond their concern for him, they also found solace themselves. In that way, Gary gives back.
In yet another turning point in his writing career, isolated poet at best, Gary now sees the need to move up and out of his heart, out from behind the eyes of his readers, and the shadow of the muse.
Gary’s poetic aspirations have taken on new meaning, far-reaching, well beyond what he might have dreamed real. Life goes on, far beyond any dark cage he had built prior.
In his poem “The Dark Cage” Gary was “believing no one could enter, or escape; no one could touch what I need to keep close, ” but today in Gary’s poetry age, he realizes words are meant for sharing. He will tell you, “I am not a therapist, by any stretch and I don’t pretend to have all the answers … but I do believe we share many of the same feelings in this life, and that is why I write, to share these feelings.” Gary would like this opportunity to keep working and sharing these thoughts through his poetry.
Inspiration comes from the heart, but not the heart alone. There are many creative avenues Gary explores in his writing, depicting for us moonlit soul-searching walks, or a try at quiet contemplation during a cab ride through Los Angeles traffic. Surroundings truly set the stage for Gary's inner mood activity, which eventually makes it to the live page.
Living in North Central Wisconsin, Gary has only to step out his back door in order to further imagine a more remote retreat. On a daily basis he witnesses the dancing of trees and the lull of the creeks and songbirds, or the silence of a moonlit night. He finds inspiration in all, looking out, and then looking within, then out again.
Gary Scott Gebert's Works:
Published - Poetry & Prose Magazine - January 2012
Published - Pigeonbike Press Ezine - 2011
Featured Writer - Jealous Moon Press - 2009
Writer of The Week - busbywriters.com - 2007
Featured Writer - Capturing Light Press - 2006
Gary Scott Gebert Poems
The warmth of heavy cover overshadows me The moonless dark shines on my eyelids My mind only grasping at the small things unknowing As I escape my life
Floating To The Surface
Within the words you speak, softly whispering from behind your mask. Soothing lost syllables calling me out, from this ocean of hopelessness and guilt.
Played the game all my life, guessing pieces of this enigma. Dreading the unavoidable finish, little by little outlining this image.
A Face In The Crowd
At a distance I see you with a look of distant sorrow or perhaps my perception of what life is like to someone with no hope
A Silent Goodbye
you say your cold yet I lie here next to you you say you’re happy
I'M Dying In My Dreams
Every night seems a little longer, trying to find my way in the dark. Crawling through these endless thoughts, hoping to reach the finishing line.
Your eyes speak in silence of disgust and shame Piercing my thinning armor slowly decaying my defenses
In slow motion the drops appear, coldly beating upon this worn façade. Wearing away the last of all I am, numbing me for all eternity.
Each day I walk through your garden, which you toiled incessantly. Giving life with those beautiful, elegant hands, cultivating all within your careful touch.
When shadows expire beneath the cold hand of night I lay eternally still. Peering from old raggedy blankets
Your strings tug at me, directing my every move. Keeping me in-line for fear that I fail in some way.
Floating in a glowing warmth Under a constant, hypnotic beating heart. Softly, whispers from distances Telling of what the future holds.
Here I stand, naked before you. Stripped of all my armor, revealing my battle scars for all to see. Vulnerable to you, and all my enemies.
Walking through the summers dead in admiration of color and shape smelling the freshness of winter's arrival with anticipation of ice and snow
The sun shone today,
leaving a ray of hope on the pillow.
Caressed gently by the warm breeze,
I pretend to sleep.
Lying here next to you,
I listen, hearing your shallow breath.
Content to watch an angel,
slowly emerge from secret dreams.