Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent. - William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.- William Blake Opposition is true friendship- William Blake One thought fills immensity. -William Blake No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.-Alexander Pope No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.- Alexander Pope Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe. -Alexander Pope True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance- Alexander Pope I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.-Mother Teresa Friends can help each other. A true friend is so

Oh lover, so close yet so far. Rain on me, your words thunder upon my brain. Just keep going and going cause you're almost there. Oh lover when you call my name, your spark sets my soul aflame. No self control. Only one place to go from here. Don't you dare slow down. We're almost there now. I can feel you dripping, melt on me baby. Put it on my head, just lose yourself. Go lover, soft and slow. Too bad you're a dream. Every time I wake up I got nothing to show.

The leaves dance upon the street. A rainbow of reds, greens and yellows. They fall and say to one another "Let us make our return to the earth memorable. If we must fall, let us fall with style."

As a man it's fundamentally important that you should feel secure when you're alone. You need to be cool with the feeling. You got to be your own best company. I've always been good at being alone and I spend a lot of time by myself. This is how I recharge. Lately though, being alone-for lack of a better term- is lonely as hell. Where ever I go I see couples holding hands, kissing and just enjoying one another's company. God do I miss that. So bad. It's eating away at me bit by bit. I feel this insatiable hunger for someone to share my everyday with. I'm ok with being vulnerable, but I just can't open up to anyone in that way anymore. I haven't dated or slept with anyone in a year now. My closest friends know this. I can not connect with women on that level these days. It's not that I can't, or am incapable. I even meet lots of people with a good majority of them being girls. I really thought that when school started that I could finally meet a

I've always loved the dark corners and secret places. A little world of private spaces. A place to think. A place to feel. Sometimes just a place to be; a place to heal. One person's gossip is another's catharsis. Another's catharsis is one persons pain. We all deal with stress differently. Sometimes we learn new ways, we evolve. Sometimes we aren't as evolved as we thought. We are just primates after all. We are ruled by our emotions. No matter how logical we claim or appear to be. We all have a philosophy whether or not we admit it. Some of us feel like we are invincible. Some of us just want the world to end. Some of us live life with no regard to others. Others die inside every time something bad happens to one of us. Some of us love to cause others pain. Others cause pain to some of us because they love us. Whatever happens... Live, love, laugh, fight, cry, hurt, heal, feel and fly free. Be the things I sometimes forget to be.

Late nights and quiet thoughts, reflecting on all that I have wrought. How come you remain my inspiration? Why are you still the first thing I see in my mind when I think of my motivations? It's easier to act like I don't care and be civil because losing you again would be irreversible. I'm sure I could take it, but I just don't want to let you go. What could I do from a greater distance than we are at now to build a new bridge to your shore? I don't think I'll ever lay down and die, no I won't go easy. This time everything doesn't seem as desperate. It's not life or death. It's not all or nothing. I have you here in your own way and that's all I need to build something wonderful. I am patient.

I want your million dollar soul. I want that smile that is more precious than gold. I want the untouchable might of heaven with every touch of your fingers. I want the smell of life in the lingering scent of your passing. I want to look into the cosmos of your eyes and drift into infinite nothingness. I want to feel the thunder of your heart as your honey suckled lips press to mine. I want our bodies combined with no sense of time. I want the sublime. But what do I have to offer you?

The rooms spinning while I reread our story. The dark and the light mingle as the whispered plans echo in their former glory. A lovers tale unfinished with blank pages to be written. A lover's revenge set to strike and drain your memories, the darkness soon to be unwritten. Time ticks forward and your clock goes back. The cycle shall start anew though with a different end. So let your body go slack. Tune in to the whisper. Mountains will be moved. Two hearts will mend. You leave and never expect to return. You walked away from the one who caused your hearts greatest burn. The water from the rains will heal you soon. One day under the light of the full moon I'll take your hand once more and together in lust and love we will swoon.

As much as I have my desires and aspirations planned out in my head these days I still feel like I'm walking on a barren dirt road in some far off country. There is no life and no landmarks in sight.   Walking on this abandoned stretch of road I am constantly nagged by the desire to do right by other people and just give love. But not at the expense of being used. I am cautious. Too cautious. Sure I still take risks but never with my heart it seems. I want to be loved and give love, but I just can't seem to connect to anyone on that level anymore. Sometimes I fear that I'm broken or dysfunctional in some way in that area. I remember seeing all these happy couples walking hand in hand. A smile here. A kiss there. Yet my road is still abandoned as far as I can see. I am alone with nothing but the breeze and my thoughts. It fills me with envy. It's maddening. 

As I'm about to lay my head down to sleep I think of all the secrets within me that I keep. Never again. I say once more, but better than before. What's done is dead, time to make a new place to lay my head.  My place of sleep plus one because four or five only make me temporarily alive. Just one whether for a day or a year, if it's right it's right and it could lead to eternity my dear. So never fear and don't believe in never. I'm seen stranger things happen. Just like the weather man you'll have a hard time predicting what changes will come and which will be for the better. It maybe just another lonely night, bright lights and memory fights. But every dark night eventually brings a bright day. After chaos is balance because their is no dark without the light. Like ying and yang we will swirl around one another, a part of one in the center of the other. Time can be the greatest ally and the greatest enemy. It's kicked my ass before but today it is a

Note: The views here in expressed are strictly that of my own and the way I see the world. They may not coincide with your point of view, nor should they. If they do, well then I guess we are more alike than I thought. If not, well then they may just piss you off. I'm ok with that.  It's funny how I can feel peaceful and more self assured than I have in years. I have no hate against the world or how I am where I am, let alone who I am this very day. Someone even told me last night that I seem different. More confident and more self assured. I told them revenge has a way of focusing me. But I've been thinking on those words to utter from my lips last night. Sure a measure of deep seeded, longed for revenge against some imaginary or real slight is there and it has definitely set a clarity in my heart and pushed me from my self imposed exile. But I still don't know if revenge is the right word. I feel more like the term ascension or the culmination of experience would

It's dark in this room. The dark is where I feel the safest. It's also the place I feel the most conflicted. Everything I've ever done- wrong or right- is laid bare before my eyes in the dark. The images play across my eyes like an old movie. Some are in black and white. Others are full of color. Most make me laugh for I've been blessed so far in my life with good friends, great family and unforgettable memories. But the other ones, the dark memories, the times I've been at my lowest or haven't been the person I have long ago begun to grow into, those memories taunt me almost every night. They beg me to weep. On some nights I give in too. Other times I block them out or think on them thoughtfully. Being alone in the dark is the most empowering and frightful thing that I face daily. I am bare. I am naked to my own mind. I can never escape. And being alone is the right of passage of all men. We are born alone. We die alone. It is a gift and a tragedy. The ever pre

I could build a fountain and fill it with the tears I've made every girl cry. And I could build a second fountain with my own.  The pure of heart shed their tears for another, whether in love or in grief. I have given you your tears back. I have paid in full, and then some. "Oh, I am very weary. Though tears no longer flow; my eyes are tired of weeping. My heart is sick of woe." *quote by Anne Bronte.

We as people all wish for release, release from our pains, from our past mistakes, our obsessions and our addictions. We wish release from love, and our guilt, from friendships, and from responsibilities. We crave that cathartic experience. We crave that peace and balance it would bring to our lives. Yet each and every one of us hold on to something we long to release from our lives. No one is an exception. So we wander on. Some of us seek ways to fix this longing feeling, to make things as they were. And some of us seek to make things better than they were, for the past need not dictate the results of the future. 

Why are we as people always trying to kill time when time is all we have? We won't live forever. Our heart beats are finite. Any moment could be our last. Why do we waste our precious seconds in front of a screen that shows us images of the way we should be living? Where is our sense of urgency? Is it the condition of youthfulness that deceives us with a false sense of immortality? Is this why we leave the most important things on our minds an in our hearts for the next day, or the day after that? What would happen if we suddenly heard the silent clock of our lives begin to tick out loud? Why would we do? Are we the masters of our own fate or the robots of other faceless individuals that we sacrifice our lives, health, and happiness to in our belief that we can make a profit and ease the circumstances of our own mundane lives? What's really important? When will the silent clock master make himself heard?

The Next One So, it's been a year now since my last relationship. This is the longest time I've been single in my life since I've started dating. Shit, this is the longest time I've gone without sex. No booty calls, no nothing. My guy and girl friends have looked upon me in disbelief for the past year and have uttered phrases like, "You're joking" and "you're sure you're not gay?" I would calmly explain my case to them that I was tired of dating or that I just wasn't feeling this girl or that girl and so on. Recently I was reminded why I chose to go "celibate/dateless" for a year. You see, lately I've been running into this girl I use to date a few years back. I've only gone up to talk to her once but I always know when she is in the same room as me even after all this time. She may not see me or even notice me most times, but I always notice her. Seeing her again for the first time made me so nervous and even t