James Daniel Gabriel

I want to drip,
before I drop,
into a cup well on it's way to empty.
I rise to the top of the Pot.
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Do not bring your watering can near Daphne,
she is young and not ready to bloom.
Her appetite small,
in the cool of the fall.
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Days have me outnumbered here
inside a box of Would.
Alone I make my rainbows,
plus I dance on them for good.
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Never allow another,
being 'realistic, '
to suggest that which you imagine,
your dreams,
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My favorite color is transparent.
It's the only color they left out of my box,
but I use it mostly to color outside the lines.
It is the only color that allows the same
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You grew on my horizon like a wildflower.
As a forest fire worth of light-
Without burning my yard.
You became vivid, like a black dot
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I will lay this slaughter down.
I will continue with you now more than ever.
Upon pillows that have become precious altars,
I will need a way,
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Noteworthy. Simply such sensitivity forth,
speaking in relation to my arms reaction,
to the touch of your fingertip against my own knuckle.
Subtle, like a tickle,
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I thought that it might help to write you a letter.
I have thought of pretending, that I could say all these things,
Or anything at all, and risk the possibility that you
May find the humanity to care.
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I’m desperate now and loathing needs.
I’m counting mine instead of sheep.
Ive been up all night, staring at a map of Clinton.
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“Homeless”
No. order here.
Conflict driven.
Intuition for the
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You tampered with and without discretion. You licked the fist that feeds
You with intent to paralyze. Invasive and with a mother snakes
never mind for that which comes after the initial feeding.
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What if it was
About flowers and
All that wonderful
Creation.
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It can’t be my turn to appreciate again.
I just started taking all this silence
For granted.
Shortlived nights of restlessness
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If this is all there is to this- stop myself.
I feel so filthy and lied to.
Like a young girl who realizes she has
Compromised her innocence
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There’s a monkey on the back
Of a chair in a corner
Where I like to sit for days.
Right there by the window
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There is a shadow crouching just behind me
In a well conditioned soldiers stance
There is a conflict deep within me
Feeding on the pound of flesh I paid to just repent
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If I don’t want this bad
Enough can I convince you
Not to happen.. could you
Believe despite my compelling nature
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Pasturized.
There was a cow in the middle of Boston. Someone called his name.
That is not important for now,
Damn why cant I remember his face.
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Picture me. patch workaholic silkened.
Skilled in the subtlety of subliminal subtleties.
Communication bridges employment gaps.
Frame it. Hold it. Flash. Snap. Shoot!
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