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Mario Gill Poem
No words, no expression just pure devastation
Here I am stuck sitting at square one
Thinking back, only because small conversation
Thinking I was problematic constantly reminding me how her needs weren't met emotionally
I was...Emotionally intertwined with someones emotions for their convenience
Living trying to please you, the romance and love dance we do only mistaken for pure happiness
The sacrifice that we made so we both can experience everlasting bliss
The physical is the great song we sing wanting no more than stimulation
but still in need and confused with deep conversation
The problem is the emotional, why can't I get these flaws out my mind
I'm venting to you but their no help only resulting in calling me mistaken and inconsiderately out of line
The style, culture of this love/hate is turning this once beautiful mural into individual tile
This thing we call love, is the unimaginable ghost, no one has seen but continue to search for like a blind man before the invention of brail
Our relationship is a game of pretending so no one outside can tell
Leading to failure, we hide important feelings because we can't verbally speak on due to our maturity
Surrounded by people in love only wants me to be alike but leaves me in a frown
Closing my eyes I see this women being my everything, possibly the love that will last for more than 16 rounds
Tears arrive in my eyes because days/weeks have passed and yet we still don't speak
Only wanted to work through things and speak on our problems so we can eventually leap
Leap into that love we once dreamed and Envisioned for us
Starting a new thing, Rebuilding a foundation starting at trust
Believing it's gonna happen is a lie itself, why continue to go down a unhappy trail I ask myself
Instead of sitting around and being blue, I can finally go outside and breath
Inhale, exhale, inhale and finally exhale
Copyright © Mario Gill | Year Posted 2013
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Being a Man doesn't mean you just are financially able to support you and your Woman (or has that tradition died too?)
Being a Man doesn't mean, because you are a Man then therefore by default you posses all the authority in the household.
Being a Man doesn't mean your Woman has to respect you, especially if you lack the respect for yourself... because if your not living right what Man would?
Being a Man is being that backbone for your women, Being there emotionally to support, inspire, motivate and most importantly love her through the high and low peaks.
A Man wants to Build a home with a Woman not just because she is sexy and she can physically please him.
The choice is made due to her ability to motivate, inspire, love and requires respect that she is a Women and not anything less.
Being a man is understanding the game we call life and wisely navigating through its maze, because he is not only living for himself.
A Real Man will cross paths with a Real Women not by luck but by faith.
We need Real Men and Women instead of all this other garbage pretending to be "grown" circulating our population.
Fun alters over the years, wisdom last for a lifetime.
Copyright © Mario Gill | Year Posted 2013
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Mario Gill Poem
Warm Summer breeze filled the air with lavender,
While the wind moved graciously through each stalk
I close my eyes to visualize your smile, instant happiness arrives like the symbolism behind an overflying flock
All the while I take a deep breath and taste as the fresh air races against my taste buds, this beautiful fragrance gives me new life as it expands my lungs.
With each breath I become increasingly stuck in this realm of utopia which is where I belong
My eyes are now open as I witness nature for its beauty is silent yet it can be overwhelming for the viewer to digest, The flittering of the Dragonfly's wings increases the ambiance as now the sun is beginning to set.
That chapter is now closed as the moon replaces the sun, illuminating a naive innocent light against my back as I return to where my journey once begun. I have now return to my peaceful state of mind, like wine it has appreciated over a distilling period of time. That smile, that smile, that smile has been radiating this whole time and that reflection is what I call Mine, Mine, Mine and lastly Mine.
- Your Smile
Copyright © Mario Gill | Year Posted 2015
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Sitting alone in the dark room, so much potential with no opportunity to bloom
Love and happiness is what I've been seeking, time and time again I realize too late my emergency light has been blinking
She's gone...
Each time I wonder why, is it me? Beauty im surrounded by....so it's me I'm starting to believe
Countless hours spent on my own, too many dark rooms no communication all alone
My world as I knew it has been taken from me, is it the lies, the sex and the countless woman I've allowed to believe in me?
Harmless as a butterfly but manipulative as a thief,
The curse of indecisiveness, allowing lust to intervene like a disease
Mentally and spiritually I've been trapped in this reality, this person who I've become is not the man I've visioned to be.
Each woman that's been in my life has only wanted my commitment, bad decisions and immaturity leading to their resentment.
As the moon changes the hurt turns cold, what once was beautiful thoughts have turned into unavoidable mold.
Where is she as I rest my head, hoping she's thinking of me too while lying in her bed.
The possibility of love is what ignites me, lovers loving love is what you'll get believe me.
Allow your walls to crash down and we build a stronger foundation for you now are my family
Each memorable moment will fulfill more than just sexual fantasies.
I'll give you my world, my touch, my heart, my all
I hope my willingness doesn't intimidate you into wanting to stall
Loving with no limits is what I strongly believe, my beautiful queen I hope you can trust your heart with me.
Copyright © Mario Gill | Year Posted 2015
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There's gonna be a day I don't text back
Call it what you want, know thats the consequences when you got something real and you cant reciprocate it back.
That's the truth for you, I guess there you have it
Your key is on the kitchen table
you hate me right? boo whoo I guess that's the final verdict
No more sunshine seeping through my venetian blinds
Not a second longer will I confuse you in a sentence ending with mine
You were once my sunshine maybe even my moon
A goddess of my world, Rare beautiful butterfly coming out a cocoon
No more smiles and giggles come from that song
No longer I can consider that house my home
Copyright © Mario Gill | Year Posted 2013
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