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Gary Scott Gebert


Dorchester, WI, US

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Gary Scott Gebert

It's in the night when I'm alone,
the wave of emotions
Even when they mean nothing to me
I can't help the feeling,
the deep, deep feelings

Do I have some unkown passion?
Can't I fulfill a kind of bliss?
It seems to matter in my slumbering

But as I wake
it becomes hard to relate
difficult to remember the thing that wakes me
But the feeling is there,
Like a evaporating fog from a darkened trail
One I must have walked a hundred times

If the answer is in the dream
Then why does it escape the very one who
longs for the answer?

The night seems so short
The days now so long
But the feelings still remain

Whether it be in memory or
more times than not
just a ghost, whom I see but can not touch
But still I long for the return
no matter how the pain may linger,
linger like the last ray of light of a darken moon

Perplexed as I may be
the dream is what I wish
If I could be there each night,
I would be in heaven, or would it be hell

As the night looms over my life,
I must believe that one day I will recieve an answer
If not tonight, then the next
I will never, though, release the key
I will keep it safe, in my dreams



Gary Scott Gebert

Into a steamy hot pool
drenched with an action from yourself
up, down, all around

As I come up I bleed
a darkening of a once clear, pure mass
loosing my power and self

You control the motion
You’re the master with the chain around the neck
and I submit to your motion

As the pool becomes stronger
I am weakened
until totally discarded by your thoughtless self

But somehow I bring you pleasure
as you consume my blood
until only residue remains

Somehow it seems just
with no one to answer back
dipped till there is no more want or need

am yours



Gary Scott Gebert

Here I stand, naked before you.
Stripped of all my armor,
revealing my battle scars for all to see.
Vulnerable to you, and all my enemies.

No strength to bear my shield,
which has protected me for so long.
Covering me as a closed door,
allowing no one to break through.

With an exposed heart you see me.
How insecure I am, shaking with apprehension.
My sickly skeletal limbs, dangle at my side,
no longer unable to repel the blows.

Through the slits in my helmet,
my eyes have seen the battleground.
The casualties of a silent war,
fall prey one by one, till none remain.

At my feet, a breastplate dented from combat,
pulverized as their arrows struck.
Leaving small indentations as an insignia,
divulging all that I bear.

A disappointment of a warrior,
not what you expected to witness.
The potent male without fear,
able to conquer all that looms over him.

But I stand unprotected, exposing the truth,
ready to admit defeat to you forever.
Yes, naked, to help all to see,
the ones who appear strong, are human too.



Gary Scott Gebert

Above you with nothing to hide,
I give to you my body--
believing for just a moment,
we are one.

As I concentrate on you,
staring into those deep green eyes—
hoping we’ve suddenly committed,
dropping the wall between us.

With each tense tick of the clock,
praying somehow to break through—
allowing the inside out,
to be excepted as your equal.

Till the time of finality,
remembering the vows we uttered—
the transparent words we spoke,
_with this ring, I thee dread.

I begin to shiver.