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My Un Doing

I bleached my heart

Yet it still echoes of you

This old house is ripped 

I've tore it through

Yet the curse remains

and my heart beats true

Like a razor under my pillow

Dreams have become nightmares

Your pale skin untouchable

The moon atop unreachable stairs

Were I a robot flip the switch

And remove me of my cares

I prayed for you

I prayed to undo

To go back

To un hear the siren

To un see the pale blue

To un known of you.

Amidst the Fools

Am I amidst
Amidst the list
The list of fools?

How does one scream across the ocean

How does one scream across the ocean
And be heard over the crashing waves?
How does one swim against the admiring swell
And not be washed out to sea?
I am silenced by the crowd of seagulls
crying "Me! Me! Me!"
I am crushed beneath the tidal
The sad storm of your eyes.
How does one essentially walk on water
To stand in calm of the storm
And swear himself to you?
My loyalty, my heart, my life, my soul.
A ghost has little hope.
Please deny me this dream
Let me sink forever into the depths
Let my heart lie in the grave of Poseidon
With the Trident as my only solace.
"As you wish" perpetually echoing...

A Hodgepodge of Words

I stand here in the dark
Hoping for the light
Of your eyes like spotlights
Burning through the darkness
"Electric Blue Eyes"
I hear your voice
I am raptured by the siren
The sound rips my heart in two
And I hang my head
"I'm A Creep"
Across the room but
"Worlds Away"
But given the chance
I would walk
"A Thousand Miles"
"And I would walk 500 more"
Some may offer many things
Many things I do not have
But I can offer loyalty
And utter devotion
"Someone To Fall Back On"
And words, I have my words...
And maybe some borrowed
"I'd lasso the moon and pull it right down"

I am a ghost
"I Am Robot"
"Press the button
Let me live!"

Ghost

I am a ghost
Trapped in this human host
It will never tell word of what I feel inside
And always in this shell will I hide
For I fear the world will laugh
When I expose my greater half.

by Gabriel Wayne Long
Copyright © 2006

Note from author: Poem was originally written in 1992-93. It survived only by memory as I have twice scrapped my writings. I believe its original form was a sonnet but I was only able to recall what you see here by the rhymes. The fact it is the only piece I am able to recall demonstrates its truth to me.

I Stand in Awe

No roll of dice
No coincidence
I stand in awe
Of Your design
I stand in awe
The pattern divine

by Gabriel Wayne Long
Copyright © 2010

Just here singing in my car

Just here singing in my car
Even though you are so far
Away
I'm just here singing
Your voice of love is ringing
In my ear
Oh, cant you hear
Me
Just singing in my car

On the other side of the planet
Can my voice be a magnet
and pull you to me
Oh, can you hear me
Just here singing in my car...

by Gabriel Wayne Long
 Copyright © 2016

My Mother's Face

Not of your womb
An ugly duckling
You reared me
Under your wing
I can't express
What you mean to me
I am broken
Maybe damned
But you love me
Just as I am

May God lend you grace
For you have my mother's face.

by Gabriel Wayne Long
Copyright © 2014

The Hunted

(Based on a dream)

Me and my hatchet. It is all I need as I hack my way through the jungle. Hacking through vines and brush and hacking any creature that dares to think me as food.

The jungle clears to a field of tall grass. I enter it cautiously, hatchet at ready. You never know what hunts you in the grass till it has you.

Immediately, as my foot touches the grass, a huge python like snake springs at me and I take its head in one swing. My caution fades as I kick aside its limp body. Chances that it has a friend nearby are slim and I lower my hatchet for a moment.

Moments can be long or they can be short. Sometimes a moment exists outside of time. There is no what was or what will be, only what is now. In that moment its friend struck.

I am knocked to the ground but I maintain my grip on my hatchet. This snake is much larger than the previous, as round as a spare tire. Fast for its size, it begins to wrap itself around me, but I too am fast, my arm raised high. My hatchet is quick, it is sharp, it is hungrier than the snake.

I roll its dead mass off of me and stand up. Hatchet ready, my caution is high. The chances of a third snake are less likely than the second but a fool I am not. I walk away through the path my foe made in the tall grass.

A few yards in I come across a large area of crushed grass, trampled by something large. Snake skin is everywhere but it is not natural. Snake skin should be dry but this is wet and smeared through the grass, looking like it was partially digested. The skin was not shed, it was vomited.

I scanned the area, knowing there was something bigger about. Ahead I spot an exiting path, wide and free of “skin”, I know that is the direction it left. I back away from that path, hatchet ready. Like a speeding train it broke through the grass a yard to the right of the path it left. Three times the size of the last snake, it slowed as it focused on me.

Jet black with no tail end to be seen, I have never seen any as huge. Filling me with an icy chill, its face is narrow eel like head with pronounced skull features almost human like, and eyes that are very human. Intelligence, hatred, and surety fills its eyes and it is all aimed at me.

I continue my walk backward, never breaking eye contact. Hatchet ready, drooling its previous victims blood. The demon snake creeps forward, swaying side to side as it moves, daring me to run. Still walking backward, I know I am loosing ground. I must take control, I am the hunter. I faint a stumble and the demon takes the bait. Thinking I have faltered it strikes at me.

My hatchet is quick...

It is a moment without time.

My hatchet is sharp...

There are no thoughts. There is no life nor death. There is no fear nor anger.

My hatchet is hungry...

There is me, there is the demon, and there is my hatchet sinking into its skull.

by Gabriel Wayne Long
Copyright © 2011