One-Eighty Metamorphoses

One-Eighty Metamorphoses 

Drifting into that place of effervescent peace
Where the mind’s eye sees baby blue
Feeling the intensity of your presence
As images replay in my mind of those actions
Those life changing events
That brought me here to this holy place
Where my arms are raised high
As warm tears trickle down my face 
I have finally felt you beyond my skin’s reach
You are there and I am here
Yet you are closer to me than anything I’ve ever seen
This is the time for sorrow to depart
This is the time for my wings to gently part
So that I can soar within the sweet serenity of your love
The harmony of these voices collide as I regress
To that moment when I was in the womb
Floating so free of worry in that splendidness
Water gently lapping over my face, I am renewed
You are Abba… my father first in whom I am pleased
And I your son of whom you are delighted
I will return to you when my last breath leaves
I will not fear the darkness because I know I am never alone
I hear your words guiding me…voices no longer my enemy
When angels sing I feel as if I was given this gift
To speak to those who are too blind to see
I do not see them as weak father…they are just like me
They are my brothers and sisters…and I will love them accordingly
Friends please do not judge…what I have is more personal than nakedness
I wouldn’t trade this for anything…this peaceful bliss
When heavenly music comes to a crescendo
Your world is opening up to me…redemption into fruition 
I can see…my God…I can see. 
This perfect adaptation of humility 
This one-eighty metamorphoses 
My salvation…
A love so perfect, a life so free. 
Covering my soul’s surface
I will not bow down to mankind’s folly
I will bow only to you my King
Forever your son unconditionally. 

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012

The Girl in the Green Dress

The Girl in the Green Dress

The girl in the green dress has seen atrocity
She has seen man in all it’s brutal glory
Seen the composition of loved one’s body parts scattered
She has seen the family that once was, turned into stone

The girl in the green dress has heard blasphemy 
When the bomb explodes and those of her faith whispers a prayer
In the moment her voice cracks as she screams out mankind’s folly 
She has heard the cries of her loved one’s dying at her feet

The girl in the green dress has felt hegemony 
From the radicals that swarm the streets like a brazen plague
Scurrying like sewer rats their head garb billowing in the wind
She has felt their hatred gazing upon her people’s temple

The girl in the green dress has witnessed dichotomy 
Between those who harbor to push…their teachings in a hand grenade
To anoint bullets to rip through her mother’s flesh
She has felt her kin’s blood run down her green dress

The girl in the green dress has seen infirmity 
In the middle-eastern lands where a camera man has captured her
A prisoner to the lens, in all of her innocent splendor
Accosted by humanity’s blood lust and zealous fervor 

The girl in the green dress dances in the street
Screaming…
Screaming…
Screaming…

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012

Pockets

Pockets

Where are the dollar bills to pay for my dead libido pills?
Where are the coins to pay for pink slime lunches?
Where are the Benjamins to pay for my father’s dentures?

They’re in the pockets of your doctors and psychologists

This is the acquisition of humans as forms of livestock
To surgically enhance our fledgling seeds as hybrid hoaxes
Re-marginalizing the destitute into genome prostitutes
Manufactured mutated solutions to equate our flesh to products

Where is the buck that stops when a wailing siren flashes?
Where is the bread to pay off the group homes’ slave masters?
Where is the bus fare to pay for my ride to Gulag prisons?

In the pockets of your judges and lawyers

This no-man’s land is the beginning of a nomadic plague
Across the country the states turn red, as blood runs down my chin
From a fist clenched with dollar bills hammering into my face
This nation has become a reformatory, and I a Haftling lie in waste

Where is the mullah to pay off all your telephone debt hyenas?
Where is the dime to pay for my Grandma’s cat food suppers?
Where is the cash to drop dead dinosaur dung into jumbo jets?

It’s in the pockets of your CEO's and investors

There in the swollen lymph nodes of oil tycoons and fortune Czars
Is greed pumping through the systems of human bee hives 
Pandemic in the grass roots is a faltering bow to the pilgrimage of lobbyists
To turn swine eyed profits into cat-o-nine whips to degrade the masses

Where are the dollar bills to fill in the ghetto’s potholes?
Where are the pennies to fill the negative space of the American waste?
When we trip over those who are forgotten in a world that focuses on gain

And fall through the holes in the pockets of your bankers

Tell me Oh God before I turn this steering wheel and take myself out of the equation
When did I first become a victim blinded by the rationale of Fox television
Who gave the orders to hunt down the honor bestowed upon a freedom fighter saint
And where did I lose my wallet that fell out of my pocket of disgrace?

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012

Dream Girl

Dream Girl

We were so young and innocent

Our days held the hopeful future up to the light

The world was wide open in front of us

As we rode down those dusty streets on our bikes

Could have had anything, but we parted ways

It seemed like the older I got we moved farther away 

Your face seemed to fade into the recess of my mind

I’ve reached the end of this life

And I lost your hidden beauty inside

It was all in the past in the memories of your face

We re-traced the steps into the shadows

Of a long forgotten place

Soon I will meet you there at heaven’s pearly gates

With my arms wrapped around you 

In a welcoming embrace

We breathed like dreamers awake from a nightmare

Kissed on those shores of long forgotten seas

I fell into the deepest caverns of your soul

There in the dark deep serenity…we were free

To hold hands like lovers do

After the earth shook and the morning dew

Dripped down your strands of hair

That were like semolina woven into velvet

We rose from the bed where we once slept

Watched comets barreling through the night sky

I felt the impact of our loss as we wept

When we both realized that you and I

Were figments of each other's imagination 

Ghosts in twilight's hallowed veil

Dreamers not meant for the real world

In a dreamland black, distant, and surreal

That moment when we sat together 

In that holy place so strange

Where the calm air was filled with feathers

We were bound by something more than could be explained

By mere rational thought, 

And so I walked away

From that lake, wood-land fairies, and black sky

Back up from those dark depths I sped like a bullet

From the deep realm of my mind’s eye

To surface from a dream that was so real

Awake in the hazy morning air

My crusty eyelashes broken their seal

A quiet shy little child was I

Feeling as though I had been separated 

By a long lost friend

And I alive for the first time in my life

Realized my God-sent mission

To find the one who was deeply embedded

Within that world that hides behind my eyes

To this day your face haunts me

I hope for our reunion…that blissful familiar surprise

I will go on and search endlessly

For you…my dream girl. 

Until heaven and earth collide. 

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012

Katelyn

Katelyn

You raped and stole my innocent virgin heart
Took it and the demon traitor in you devoured it
You spoke so many words of beauty and love
Made me feel as if I was the only one
Then you destroyed my body, left it bloodied, broken, and torn
I hate the fact that you led me on 
Hate the fact that you used my innocence to turn me into this
A mistrustful miserable wretch that cannot be equipped
To handle another human being split up the middle by a vagina
I feel like every woman on this planet has scorned and burned my flesh
The moment your lips parted and said “I don’t love you”
The moment my world exploded into a million fragments of glass
It took me two years Katelyn to sweep up the pieces 
And painstakingly glue each piece back together while my hands bled
Holding onto the sharpest parts that were your smile, your laugh, your voice
Some of the parts went missing along with parts of my mind….
They got sucked up into the vacuum of space…
…into a hole where my heart once was.
Now your image haunts my dreams over which I can’t stop obsessing
You were my first and I gave it all to you
You took my identity like a thief and smashed it into dust
Trampled on it in six inch stilettos that you could barely walk in
And now I am filled with hatred and mistrust
And all I wanna do is fuck everything I see
So I can get back some sort of happiness and satisfaction that you took away from me
I know it’s past time to move on…
My friends and family have watched me turn into a decrepit waste
But how can I trust when all that was so real was nothing more than lies
My tongue…the one you knew so well; is left with a bitter taste
I felt your sympathetic eyes…
But at the time I was too angry to speak
I ran away crying your name down a dark cold street
Every brown haired girl that passed me was wearing the mask of your face
All I could do is replay your words
Those steps that led me back to that day constantly retraced.
When you rained down hellfire upon me in a simple ten minute stretch
To top it all off you fucked my best friend you harlot!
You selfish bitch!
I gave you everything; roses and a teddy bear when you were sick
I sang to you when you were down, I kissed the scars on your arms
The scars that you inflicted upon yourself when you flash-backed 
To the times when your brother molested you in your sleep
I called you Zebra-girl lovingly as I kissed your wet eyelids
And promised that I would never let anyone harm you again
Why Katelyn did you throw away my love and throw away everything we had
Just so that you could be free…was I really that stifling 
Or was his body more appealing…
Either way the pain you have induced…the carnage you have caused in my life
Will never be forgotten until maybe one day I will find those missing pieces 
That you stole from me, but the truth is…
You were never my dream girl…
That wasn’t you in my dreams…
Because if you were, you would remember me…
I was the one with a heart so innocent and naive 
The one who offered it to you on a silver platter
Hoping that the demon that dwell inside you 
Would be destroyed by the love within
But in the end, you lied…it feasted…and I…
Well, a part of me died… 

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012