Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

What is sexy? Sexy is the way you say "hey" just to strike up conversation. Sexy is the push and pull of every word uttered, give a little, take a bit. Sexy is the class you define and the standard you set, always a lady, never letting anyone put you below what you claim to be, not even me, especially not even yourself. Sexy is what I know you're capable of if we are ever alone- not yet shown, but always hinted at like a soft whisper in my ear. Sexy is your love for life, and the passion you bring to each experience. Sexy is the way you speak about your family, with all the care and love of the life giving Earth. Sexy is the way you dress, always wearing nothing but the best. Sexy is your smile, when you leave I'd wish you would come back, and smile at me awhile. Sexy is the fight in your humor, willing to take a jab, and give back a funny little stab. Sexy is in your eyes, with all the mysteries they hide. Sexy is taking the time to make a little book, just for me. Y...

And in the darkness she smiled at me. I asked her to stay awhile, my bella luna. And still she smiled, with that gentle glow I only see at night, as if to say "here comes the dawn, and I've already lingered here too long." So, with a kiss of starlight and a caress deeper than the night, my beautiful moon was gone, and all I remember is the whisper of her heavenly song upon my lips, as she kissed me one last time, till the sun shone from my finger tips.

Day in, day out. Wake up to win,  go to sleep having just maintained. The clock ticks faster, the results come slower. To be average is to fail. Striving for the exceptional, one hammer stoke at a time, nail by nail. Laying one brick at a time, building the home I call my life. Waiting for the day I meet the one I could someday call my wife. Beating out the craft with every word that I write, and still the clock ticks faster. Patience thinner than a sheet of paper, attitude meaner than an alligator, on the verge of something incredible, but it always seems a few steps ahead, hard to get out of bed, but I do it just the same. The hunger is too great to ignore...it grows daily, more and more. Clock ticks faster...

Different but the same.  Why we are here we will not know. What should happen of this never does, go with the flow? Whose to  blame?  Just play the game. 8 years now you've waited, studied and learned. You've made your mistakes, but secretly always for love you've yearned. You've learned patience, though it came at a price. You've learned to be selfish, yet once in awhile you're nice.  You think of others, but have not forgotten to think about yourself. You rather risk it all, than just be another item on the shelf. 8 years in the making, and only now do you see, the journey is not over, you're finally figuring out how to be me, to be you, to be true to all you hold dear. Can I tell you a secret? Can I whisper it as I hold you near? There's no such thing as perfect, that's plain to see. But when I look at you, I know you're perfect for me. You're everything I am, and everything I could be. You make me feel like an eagle, flying high and free....

Ode to a Dork There once was a dork named Maya, to whom a man could tell no lie-ya. Beautiful in every way,  people from far and wide came to say, hey. Though she fancied a few, none of them knew, how to make her stay. For they failed to reach her heart, find the secrets she keeps in the dark. The fantasies, the dreams, and desires. To know her is simple indeed, ask, be genuine, and curious, and this warm hearted girl will grow into a radiant flower from a seed, to open to the touch of your sunlike caress. So do not stress,  for over time she will put you to the test, and if you're worthy, then nothing on this earth will be best, then to see her smile, and send your head spinning into sweet nothingness. 

Bed head. Head like lead. Thoughts weigh me down. The dreams scream. Desire, desire. Constantly on fire. Liar, liar. Can't lie to myself. A hold on me, I can't disagree. No desire to be free, not this time. I wish I could sleep silently. Keep searching for a way to push the threshold. Hold on. One more day. Find another way. Hard to get? Never met one yet. He said what I put my mind to comes true. This will too. Unravel me. The more you learn, the more we share. It's been so long since the hurt was near, it's been gone for awhile now. I smile now. There is someone greater than you, who once knew me so well, if you knew me well why couldn't you tell? Why couldn't you see into the deep? Into the soul? I don't know, nor do I care. History is what it all was, a lesson learned, bridges burned. Cold hearted, I know I can be,  these days a fire burns with every life giving beat. What does she feel? What does she think?  What's she hiding from? Is she afraid to ...

Darkness and bed. The familiar place where I rest my head. ACDC playing in the background, iPod on shuffle of course. After this day my body feels dead, just stiff and heavy like a block of lead. Mind is always thinking, going round and round. The power of my deepest desires is a hurricane, it's very own force. With no remorse, I say what I wish here in the dark. Give voice to the silent whispers that scream in my head, so loud that if they had a voice by now it every word would sound hoarse. Is it you? Is this the right path? Shall I take this risk? What am I doing with my life? It all seems disjointed.  The churning of the mind is the curse for those of us who are anointed, with dreams, the constant need to peruse them, and make them reality.  To never seem them realized is agonizing, something we must see to fruition over and over again, before we become a fatality, just some dust in the wind. What dreams are these, you say? Why success, happiness and a loved one that is j...