Gary Scott Gebert

Gary Scott Gebert Poems

The warmth of heavy cover overshadows me
The moonless dark shines on my eyelids
My mind only grasping at the small things unknowing
As I escape my life
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Every night seems a little longer,
trying to find my way in the dark.
Crawling through these endless thoughts,
hoping to reach the finishing line.
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At a distance I see you
with a look of distant sorrow
or perhaps my perception of what life is like
to someone with no hope
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you say your cold
yet I lie here next to you

you say you’re happy
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In slow motion the drops appear,
coldly beating upon this worn façade.
Wearing away the last of all I am,
numbing me for all eternity.
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Your eyes speak in silence
of disgust and shame
Piercing my thinning armor
slowly decaying my defenses
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Played the game all my life,
guessing pieces of this enigma.
Dreading the unavoidable finish,
little by little outlining this image.
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Within the words you speak,
softly whispering from behind your mask.
Soothing lost syllables calling me out,
from this ocean of hopelessness and guilt.
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Each day I walk through your garden,
which you toiled incessantly.
Giving life with those beautiful, elegant hands,
cultivating all within your careful touch.
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10.

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.
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11.

Floating in a glowing warmth
Under a constant, hypnotic beating heart.
Softly, whispers from distances
Telling of what the future holds.
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Your strings tug at me,
directing my every move.
Keeping me in-line
for fear that I fail in some way.
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When shadows expire
beneath the cold hand of night
I lay eternally still.
Peering from old raggedy blankets
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14.

Walking through the summers dead
in admiration of color and shape
smelling the freshness of winter's arrival
with anticipation of ice and snow
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You approach with covered veil,
hiding whom you are inside.
Slowly you move around the room,
searching the eyes of the horde.
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Somehow you see through the fog,
able to discern my falsehoods, my deepest lies.
Looking past the façade I’ve built,
keeping all my secrets safe.
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In my palm I held the world.
With everything it offered,
for what its worth,
my hand clenched tight.
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Lying in silence beside me,
waves of numbing chill press.
A stare into nothingness,
leaving behind past moments of life.
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A once empty place
A void of dark space and eternal nothing
Slowly the rising color
The trickle of trivial things, the deluge of mindless thoughts
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Feeling the auburn flame,
a warming, yet ghostly embrace.
Brushing behind my perspiring neck,
causing an uncontrolled shiver down my spine.
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Gary Scott Gebert Biography

Gary Scott Gebert, when hard-pressed will say it was April 3rd of 2002 when he made his first attempt at writing anything he would deem “poetic.” This coming from a man with a long history as a musician and songwriter. Prior to April 2002, Gary felt his songwriting outlets and collaboration with other musicians was enough. The impact these talented men and women had on his growth as a musician and songwriter is found in a multitude of songs, spanning the years, and proving Gary has the ability to focus and collaborate, while also retaining his inner voice. In his first poetic piece, “The Dark Cage, ” Gary speaks of his self, but more importantly offers understanding to others who may be as lost, or as close to being found in his words: Inside the walls, and down the stairs? I crept to hide from you … Since April 2002, Gary has continued pouring out his thoughts and emotions, never shying to speak of fate and/or failure in their most honest forms. His earlier pieces, indeed, detail very personal issues, fears and contemplations. Gary discovered “real men can undergo personal therapy, ” while also keeping up with everyday concerns, commitments and goals along the path. Gary’s poems later evolved into discussions over true relationship issues, trying times in his own life where marking the page, made it clearly evident where he was going. His hope was, for anyone who read his poems, that beyond their concern for him, they also found solace themselves. In that way, Gary gives back. In yet another turning point in his writing career, isolated poet at best, Gary now sees the need to move up and out of his heart, out from behind the eyes of his readers, and the shadow of the muse. Gary’s poetic aspirations have taken on new meaning, far-reaching, well beyond what he might have dreamed real. Life goes on, far beyond any dark cage he had built prior. In his poem “The Dark Cage” Gary was “believing no one could enter, or escape; no one could touch what I need to keep close, ” but today in Gary’s poetry age, he realizes words are meant for sharing. He will tell you, “I am not a therapist, by any stretch and I don’t pretend to have all the answers … but I do believe we share many of the same feelings in this life, and that is why I write, to share these feelings.” Gary would like this opportunity to keep working and sharing these thoughts through his poetry. Inspiration comes from the heart, but not the heart alone. There are many creative avenues Gary explores in his writing, depicting for us moonlit soul-searching walks, or a try at quiet contemplation during a cab ride through Los Angeles traffic. Surroundings truly set the stage for Gary's inner mood activity, which eventually makes it to the live page. Living in North Central Wisconsin, Gary has only to step out his back door in order to further imagine a more remote retreat. On a daily basis he witnesses the dancing of trees and the lull of the creeks and songbirds, or the silence of a moonlit night. He finds inspiration in all, looking out, and then looking within, then out again.)

The Best Poem Of Gary Scott Gebert

Forever Sleep

The warmth of heavy cover overshadows me
The moonless dark shines on my eyelids
My mind only grasping at the small things unknowing
As I escape my life

As if unearthed from a deep crypt
I groan at the daylight
The weight on my numb limbs answer back
With the weariness of my dreams

Day after day you strike me with your words
The warm blood of my feelings pours out
Empty once again of my self-worth
Feeling the crack of madness knock against the barricade

The armor is so heavy, so worn
Without it would be suicide, I ponder that
Was that the dream of Plath?
To expose ourselves to what we fear in life…or death?

In my head I play out our days
I open my compassion and essence to you in mime
I try to feel your impervious heart
And I find it’s better to…forever sleep

Gary Scott Gebert Comments

Linda Preston 27 March 2005

I have just discovered Gary. He is very, very good. If he's not published he should be.

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, , , 05 December 2004

I have read much of your work, sir. and I have enjoyed so much indeed, with special admiration, for the poems, A Face In The Crowd and I'm Dying In My Dreams. You have, in these pieces, and others that I read, a great capacity, to combine depth, brilliance and integrity. Thank you for the warmed pleasure, I was able to walk away with.

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James Grengs 20 October 2004

Gary, I love your poems! they're dark, but it's the kind of dark that makes a person think about themself- it's all very good. ~James

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