Life Songs by Gabrielle B-G (best fiction books to read txt) 📕

Her Spirit Sings

Cover me with roses
Cover me with teardrops of God
I've journeyed far
Far to get to this place I call home
Listening to the spirits
The Angelic Sounds of Rain
Of Earthly Mystery and Living
In the absence of light inside
This dark room with circles
Under my eyes, I am fatigued
No more running
No more running from me
She is all She is
You see she is me

Roses grow up from the ground
Little pebbles thrown all around
We all hold a secret inside
To hold us up, rock us in her arms
Wide, Strong Mother
Sweet Sister, Sweet Brother
You are going to a home
Sleep, now, dear and let me ease
It's easy, see?
There's innocence in slumber
Moons that gently shelter
She is your mother
And He is your father

Know, We Remember Your Grace

Brother Sun

My brother is running, running far
From the trumpets, the earth is slick
His heart thumps like an Angels fist
They are dragging thundering souls
Into tiny prisms, where we are silent
Into the raging storm he runs
Now he sits, meditating on the sound
Of the racing songs of proud Earth
He stood still, listening
The sound was deafening, her silent sweat
Tears ran down, and then he opened his arms
And she lay there in the flowers
Where rooms turn into halls
Where halls turn too many doors
The shelter is tranquil, almost
Deafening, Sister...Sister Girl
Shoes off, he slips into languished dreams
Where American Dreams run into leaping frogs
Over silly little logs
Warmed by your tears, he still believes
In magazines and coffee teens
But he's far and few in between
Little Boy, you sleep in sweet memories
But you did not die not to me
And I would not lose you neither
Because true love transcends the body
and the mind, and the things we left behind
but not you, you are the few who shine

A Time Not Lost

Remembering A Slavery

"Can they still feel me in their arms?"
In this tranquil and shattering place
Where the spirits rise and ride
On the shores of a distant place
"Hear her psalms and tears"
She remembers after all those years
I cry, can it be the strength
that lives within my bones still?
"I can still feel you in my heart,
wrapping my arms around you"
I am not a slave, I am free
But the white man captured me...
I rage
I was taken from Africa, from Haiti
I was marched into a darkness so oppressive
And I was not angry
Where the others went delirious with fatigue
some starved, my brothers and friends
curled up like dead souls
could I mend

I am not a nobody, and I bend
When you whip me and reprimand
I know, I understand
They know it is wrong too
We're all brothers of man
But you...you can still feel
The darkness collapses around me
I fear these months are wearing me down
Can no one hear me?
I fear I may starve
Our souls wither under weight
But no, we are just tired
I stand here--looking back
My wrists are shackled now
Even at night when I sleep
I am closer to slavery
And closer to freedom
I kneel on my bed and cry
Can the spirit still hear me?
I know this is wrong...


From A Distant Place

I am sleeping in a garden
My hair is long and black
I look at the crucifixion
And I cannot see Mary there anymore
The Priest has removed her statues
The woman I always looked up to
My spiritual guide and force
My voice of female splendor
And I wonder, I write a book
Under this stained glass window
In this large Cathedral
Brigit calls to me in a sleepy dream
Who is there? Little girl?
She is calling to me
Some future distant star
I am sleeping in a room
With bright lights I am consumed
But when I stare real hard
I remember, I look up at space
and I see the stars shimmer with
Resiliency, they are so familiar to me
Don't let me forget her please
I am sleeping in a star
I am sleeping in a chasm
Far beneath a wounded Saint
They call me Maggie
They call me white flower
The birds listen for my song
The animals like to gather around
To hear the speaker of women
And I remember, you will forever
Carry on.

"Memories"

I can feel earth
Crawling through me
The grass grows
At an intense speed I see
There is a plane
I'm in between above and down
I can hear them coming
They stabbed me through
I can still feel the splinter of you
Demons make rhymes of my suffering
Nails into my wrists
I am the girl who believed
I wasn't always a pacifist
Once upon a time
When you were very young
I sharpened my teeth
On a wooden spoon
Sometimes we have to bleed
To become to believe
And from the ever-young
She moans of ever-lasting
Tir Nan Ogh Tir Nan Ogh
That's where the heroes go
And when she calls you
You come...
Mother of the young.

For her threat is gentle
Her scythe not painful nor cuts too deep
Should we stand firm
Always bold between the rocks
And let the world spin us madly
Until fates entwine
And all is lost for none is mine
When is the right time?

Bleed me

"Innocently"

But she resists the cures
and the curses too you see
She's not sure
Which one is two or three

So she carries on
A Dream becomes a Dream
So many dreams we pass through
On the way to what is real
We pass through illusions
To get to the core

And we die
To find peace
To find ourselves

And when we come down
we rise up to the sun

So she carries on
We carry on.

Publication Date: 04-07-2011

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