Gabriel ESCOBAR: GE•NYC

Having completed a challenging four-year illustration degree at the School of Applied Arts in Geneva, Switzerland; I now wake up to a cozy dorm room right across the street from the renown Pratt Institute located in Brooklyn, NY.
A little more about myself? Well I really enjoy photography, graphic design, illustration and yes, poetry. In my spare time, I play guitar (electric, acoustic and bass), ride my bike, and on occasion sit back in order to appreciate (or condemn) the world that surrounds me.
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HEAVEN SCENT

O what foul stench
These men of old,
Of buried will
Unto the Lord.

Swords sheathed
Clasped under chain,
What wasted life
Vowed in His name.

Clergy of man
Slave to a lie,
By claiming path
To the Divine.

Denied sweet nectar
Of the Land,
To preach vile venom
Cross in hand.

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Philladelphia, PA USA

Philladelphia, PA

USA

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CHARLATAN

Grazing dream. Sterile vision,
Piercing clouds of black ennui.

Curtain hiding wrath-adorned,
Bestowing joy, hateful relief.

Villainous snake. Reddened tongue
Twisting tales of burrowed grief.

Alas the beast, its venom drunk,
Parlously raped of purity.

Rare attraction. Digging grave,
Rogue-spirit, taming fantasy.

This Dilettanté puppeteer,
Of injured soul and broken being.

Accursed prey. Lamenting sun,
Fearful of that, which light reveals.

Pleading crowd, a dying dream,
Accepting penitentiary.

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Bouquet De Haine Philladelphia, PA USA

Bouquet De Haine

Philladelphia, PA

USA

Philladelphia, PA USA

Philladelphia, PA

USA

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FREEDOM SEA

Behind tall waves
Of dancing beads
This pristine blue
Galactic spray

Ejecting pearls
Through tidal breeze
Resounding song
From far away

A world of dust
Vibrating peaks
Of fleeting ground
Outward does sway

The giant’s foot
Five miles deep
To clash again
Into the fray

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No Man Is An Island

No Man Is An Island

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CHARLATAN

Frôlant le rêve
Vision stérile, transperce
Nuage noirci d’ennui

Rideau cachant colère
Ornée, pourvue de joie
Violent soupir

Vilaine vipère
La langue rougie, du sang
Prêtant parole sincère

Hélas le pauvre
Venin s’enivre, violé
D’une innocence précaire

Dilettante
Marionnettiste, d’âmes
Meurtries et coeurs damnés

Maudite victime
Geignant sous yeux, fixé
Des voyeurs parsemés

Rare attraction
Creusant viscère, l’esprit
Apprivoisant chimère

Plaidant la foule
L’oublie du rêve, acquiesçant
Sa prison de faire

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“Laugh As I Laugh” by Jeffery Dillon Watch Here

“Laugh As I Laugh”

by Jeffery Dillon

Watch Here

“ Let us try and bother not,
with that pertaining to shape or form.
But rather narrow down the focus on that, which is
of essence. ”
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