The Art of Christian Gabriel  


"My Heart Still Beats Your Name"

Posted on February 14, 2012 at 2:25 PM
She calls my name. Fragile whispers carry through the wind and caress my ear. Fragrance of a time I once treasured glides off of her skin and dances past my face one last time before disappearing. The gaze from her heavenly eyes brings warmth to my soul. Thoughts of holding her in my arms try to consume me. ?Although I am tempted, I will not move, for I am the foundation. My body is of the earth, my boots are rooted in the dirt. My eyes stay focused on the battlefield from afar. I am her securit... Read Full Post »

Mind of Perdition

Posted on January 1, 2012 at 4:20 PM
I woke up from an early grave today. My mind could no longer wander. It was on this morning that my brain was held captive by the ideals and formalities of man. As I fall to my knees, this glitch repeated itself though I begged for mercy. Like brothers fighting to the death, salt water that had a peaceful pocket of hope is now trying to earn its spot in my eye. The steep, narrow ledge was once used to stylize an infamous skyscraper now resembles my eyelid. Anxiety pushes each tear off this ledg... Read Full Post »

Life Is Constant

Posted on December 7, 2011 at 3:45 AM
Life is constant. Some days, that's a good thing and some days it's a bad thing. This was one of the many thoughts I had today. When I say many, I don't mean that as in, "Christian, pay attention to me. You think too much." I mean it as in some day my thoughts will come out of my brain in rope form and strangle me to death. This world is such an obscure entity. For as fast as a life can be created, whether by mistake or on purpose, Death comes just as easily. The Earth is anxious to get fed an... Read Full Post »

Summer nights

Posted on July 18, 2011 at 12:50 AM

Running with Riley just now; Perfect summer night weather, smell of bbq's still aflame and children playing in the streets. As I run with my best friend by my side, I start to think, "Maybe you can't master true love until you've mastered true hate"? Whatever it was, I didn't want it to end. So I ran the extra mile. I will now sit in my studio and do what I love to do. Create.

Mind Of Christian Gabriel

Posted on August 25, 2010 at 3:05 AM

The clock ticks. Tossing and turning in bed, the night seems never-ending complements of the premonition residing in my brain. The wind wraps around the trees and innocently beats at my window making a brisk whistling. My heart is beating as if it were trying to escape through the chest cavity. The street light charges at great speed like a crazed lunatic out for revenge; out of it’s cage, through the trees, into the window and restrained only for a second by my bed sheets before pierci...

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