“THESE LAYERS OF ME” by Gabrielle Faust ©2012 These many layers of me, Translucent humming transparency Redefining the infinite existence And division of flesh, mind, and spirit From the impermanency of this world In which we toil, Backs breaking beneath moonlight And the resonance of past ghosts Better left to the banshees Stalking the periphery [...]

“Broken” by Gabrielle Faust Place your heart within it, you fool, You are only worth what is darkest in the Midland folds of night, The sweet velveteen spaces in between Self and sanctity where the soft Vulnerable aspects of our selves are stored, Cowering with fairly unbalanced swords, Fledged like warrior beckoning wounds they Once [...]

“Vampyre Prayer” by Gabrielle Faust Could I be dissuaded to decide between That which is best forgotten, Shredded seams of screams that Bind us to that which is taught To covet by society gleaming in the Falsetto staccato sunlight Generated by the multitude of Envious souls that throng about The base of the substantial recreation [...]

As you might have noticed, I’ve swung full circle to poetry as of late. It comes in waves, I find, and I must admit it feels mighty good! So, cheers and here is another new one… “Said Pieces” by Gabrielle Faust I watch as pieces of My existence strip slowly Away from what is said [...]

“Rampage” by Gabrielle Faust Broken memories of rampage, Bulls through broken China shops and The waste that was left in their haste, Let me emphasize time and place and setting, Marked only by the passing of monolithic Monumental rememberings of those Transcendental icons of worship where The division of soul and flesh parted for A [...]

“Quartz” by Gabrielle Faust Those angels in the dwindling twilight Turn to strangers with The brutal caress of dawn, Leaving traces of residual contemplation That heaven is merely a perception of Flesh upon flesh and not the merging Of minds and souls for those aspects Of the self are sacred as stone gathered By my [...]

“Darkest Hours of Night” Gabrielle Faust ©2010 What borrowed branches of winter Does this drift of broken bliss sit upon? With lofty expectations of mourning Surpassing the subtle inclinations of The subconscious desire for redemption, The brittle permanence of isolation That flakes away like bits of marble dust In a Greecian summer storm of ocean [...]