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Oct 2011 · 555
Kissing conundrum
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
If I kissed you
With only one word
Maybe that word would have died
Inside of you
But I've kissed you
With all my words
For you to be the miracle
Who expresses them
And if I kissed you with a question
Maybe you would have pleased me
With another kiss
Category: Poetry
MCN: C7MNH-VCG58-TASX1
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Oct 2011 · 544
Make love with me
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
The reality of your dream
Is a mask turned backward
Black over white, black over white
Love over pain ,love over pain.
Hey, take me to yourself.
The dream of my reality
Is the backward of that mask
Turned backward
White over black, white over black
Pain over love ,pain over love.
Hey,come to myself.
Come to self in self
In that place where
Everything can be
Black and white when is taken from us
Or white and black when is given to us.
Love and pain when is given to us.
Or pain and love when is taken from us.

Look to the mask
Intangible
Me
And
You

Always the same

Looking for myself
Through you
And looking for yourself
Through me.

In that place where
Everything can be
Sometimes
Black without white and white without black
Or pain without love and love without pain

In losing control.
Category: Poetry
MCN: CLGVK-E3GRV-9SK66
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Oct 2011 · 1.4k
One plus one equals one
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
Me and you
And this blissfulness
Called dream love
Realizing that
One plus one
Equals one
As a forever truth
Realizing that
One plus One
Equals me and you
As a forever truth
When the sounds become feelings
And the feelings become sounds
In this dualism of love
Very similar with
The particle-wave
Dualism of light.
When the unique bliss
Means me and you...
Category: Poetry
MCN: C7MNH-VCG58-TASX1
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Oct 2011 · 665
The dark beauty
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
The dark beauty
Grieving my darkness
The red meat
And the blood of my sadness
Carving in the sand.
Its shadow

The scissor
Lurks in grass
Soft violently.
The buds astir
And the returning sap through the
Needles eye

But never wayward yearning
To share the string wave
Where you brought it up.
After starting then stopping
Then restarting,

Forever

Because two feelings meet
For becoming then one,
Like words entwining
To give life unto that is itself,
When the cloud flushes the wound.
Category: Poetry
MCN: C7MNH-VCG58-TASX1
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Oct 2011 · 1.2k
A fool's game
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
It was a fool's game that should not begin
And you played it without honest rules
If you thought that you will always win
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools

If you thought that you can get me easy
And you tried to do this without honest rules
If you thought that my way to be is ******
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools


If you thought that you can hunt me slowly
And you danced this without honest rules
If you thought that I will love you only
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools


It was a morbid dance without real feelings
A dance of wishes without honest rules
If you thought that love means mutual dealings
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools

If you thought that you will be a winer
In this love fight without honest rules
If you thought I'm a cake at your dinner
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools


And if you thought you can get everything
In this world of yours without honest rules
If you thought that I'm an easy stupid thing
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
Category: Poetry
MCN: C7MNH-VCG58-TASX1
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Oct 2011 · 2.4k
Your perfectionism
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
A white bird flying at day
Or a black bird flying at night
Or a black bird flying at day
Or a white bird flying at night
Black and white, black over white 
Oh,my Lord, how painful can be 
This need of touch in his absence
White and black, white over black
Oh,my Lord, how painful can be 
This absence of his touch
Black penetrating white
And white penetrating black
Never finding the gray.
Category: Poetry
MCN: CDXA6-8SNLU-71NDM
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Oct 2011 · 862
My crying jail
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
Sometimes I'm over and often in
My crying jail 
Like a hand of a corporate body
Encompassing both belonging
To that sadness.
An inflexible realness
Forcing eyes
To speak 
Against that malignant silence 

Upon that lower lip,
Forcing that bloodcurdling 
Inner scream to be 
An outer space song 
When it's pushed through fractured teeth
Into a totally weird reality 
Like a shadow of 
An incomprehensible dream
With inlaid hopes
This reality slipping out
When I awake alone 
To nurture my love
In my painful freedom
MCN: CDXA6-8SNLU-71NDM
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Oct 2011 · 687
Dance of love (II)
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
When I look into your eyes  I see their light
Our relationship seems to be  indestructible
I give myself to you  and  I hold you so tight
Being with you ,our dreams are achievable.


We are together and explore  our  perfect universe  
Because together we can  prevail everything
We are one being, seemingly living in reverse
You fulfill my desire,you get my heart on a string.

When you penetrate me I become another being
You take everything from me and give me everything
It is like a dawn of our souls , another awaking
We love each other so  much,we feel like exploding


It is a  connection between  the hearts , the  soul and  the body
We dance our feelings  , our tears, our thoughts and  our passion.
Dancing in rhythm with stars,our  love we need to embody
Dance is deeper,  intricately intertwined, the impetus of our vision.

Ecstatic movements and  rumbles  of  our  minds  and our  souls
We swallow each other's  ideas  ,more deep ,it is  like madness
Until  we understand the naturally flowing rhythm of  our existence
We  feel every  part of our molecular  structure,we relieve the sadness.


We understand our bodies language,with polar reactions in this romance
Being without you  ,I'm like a  little star, losing  its mass and its ray
But when I'm with you,  your love   enhances me and get me in trance
And we  become  two souls dancing the love dance  in the same clay.
Category: Poetry
MCN: CL8LN-X9USP-JYE2C
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Oct 2011 · 686
Dance of love
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
I ride on your  thighs  and  I  embrace  you  with  my  both  hands
The wind scraps our sweet  deep  love dance  off with the sudden gusts
Our  swift  flicks  it  several  times, its tip  just  touching the wet sand.
The sky is blue, leaves  of  our  tree are covered with  orange  rust.

My hands moved down your  body before reaching your  warm hips
The   predation   tremor  in  the  life dance of  thrills  flounder
Cradling my body in your arms my  lips are against your lips
You make  me shiver as my eyes wandered endlessly over.


You take  steps, make the turn  into , become a part of  my dance.
I feel  an explosion of dawn light  ,stirrings of herald
You gonna take me to a place where  I can be so high in trance
It is a  new world in the  grain and  love in your eyes of emerald.


You keep real close, lover whispers , I fly to the heavens’ high
You run  fingers through my hair,  dance  lips  in orbital circle
Another rip in the space time continuum, and a return of fry,
Our love makes slain the  deity who is surrounding our crepuscle.
Category: Poetry
MCN: CMAHB-W7NXV-GAJQF
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Oct 2011 · 1.5k
Moonlight Sonata
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
The winter can not destroy the miraculous invincible seeds.
The germination  changes them in the earth's maternity.
It is a new life running time , the snow irreversible recedes,
And a new spring embraces  the magical fertility.

When the deep seeds germinate, they  always  throw out a few anchor roots.
Those splintered cracks of deep roots trying to hide inside the soils.
The tall trees need deep roots and long branches to bloom and to bear sweet  fruits,
The land receives , nurtures the life it essentially contains.


When the  great divine spark leaps from the divine hand to the human hand,
Making the human roots so deep as they  face the stormy time,
Moreover, taking an ultimate shape in the law of the  green land,
While life becomes a moonlight sonata,life which is  sublime.
Category: Poetry
MCN: CMAHB-W7NXV-GAJQF
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Oct 2011 · 588
The power of the words
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
Surround yourself with goodness.
Embrace the power of  the words.
Search  their deepness ,
The magic that's inside,
That magic which is nestled inside their structure
And let them to be infused with meaning.
Let the unwords  to resound through the pure air
And breathe .
You will understand their essence and symbols
And you will be prepared  
To pass through the gateway to your own inner universe.
MCN: CKT5U-MVUQG-53QT2
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Oct 2011 · 665
I'm yours
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
You touch me and hug me

So deep

And I feel that the world

Is no longer existent

It is quintessentially  changed

It is composed only of us

Me and you

And our love


Can you be the one for me?

Can you be  the love of my life?

You penetrate into my very being

And you penetrate through my whole being

I feel you  in my whole molecular structure

And we can create a sacred space ,a new Sacred Eden

I'm yours

And nothing else matters

And we become entwined as never

Especially when

The life explodes

In both of us

Enlightening our souls

And sanctifying our bodies,

These temples belonging to our Lord
Category: Poetry
MCN: CDXA6-8SNLU-71NDM
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Oct 2011 · 966
I’m your blue ocean
Marieta Maglas Oct 2011
Giving or not giving voice to the heretical words...

Understanding that the true love is a scarification.....

For being or not being....

True love inundating the conundrum
Like that sacred river of longing,
Sometimes flowing swiftly through landscapes
Astounding the lurid heart.....

The sound of silence passing...
Passions galvanizing the wounds and painful mares for enduring...

Trying to heal the injury...

Flying gulls beneath the lower bow, touching the blue waters of the ocean.....
Waves and sad memories dancing on the golden sand....
Shying away from the horizon line....
Vessels screaming and shouting their hearts out....
Swimming across the ocean of red burning coals,
Searching for that golden threshold.....

The colors spectrum giving the necessary senses to the lights of absolution,
When their senses turn inward.....

Gazing the mountain from the windowpane...
From the indoor side of that rain-rinsed windowpane.....
Sitting on that mountain and gazing at the stars....
Birds gliding across, like rainbow rising, spreading their wings, streaming..
Those birds flying in a variety of ways, ranging from gliding to soaring to flapping....



The crystalline steeping slopes of the mountain multi faces....
Being decorated with climbing ropes, heavenly as seen from above....
And the crystalline waters, steeping cliffs, hidden lakes and lush forests...

A sign of a divine love...

Understanding that love is like the Earth and the gravity,
Inseparable.....

Groans and moans leading to mortuaries....

Life being like walking in the middle of the park,
Embracing the crouch air,
Or embracing change by resisting the defensive crouch.....
And going deep into the human system, feeling like being born again....


The smile on face painting an episode of the past,
Engraving our hearts with golden debris,
Like a golden pyramid, contracting pyramid.....
Generating our consciousness and chasing away insanity....

Sounds of silence passing...

Being like a blue ocean...
Dec 2010 · 8.7k
Black and white
Marieta Maglas Dec 2010
A white bird flying at day
Or a black bird flying at night
Or a black bird flying at day
Or a white bird flying at night
Black and white, black over white 
Oh,my Lord, how painful can be 
This need of touch in his absence
White and black, white over black
Oh,my Lord, how painful can be 
This absence of his touch
Black penetrating white
And white penetrating black
Never finding the gray.
Category: Poetry
MCN: CDXA6-8SNLU-71NDM
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Dec 2010 · 813
The city
Marieta Maglas Dec 2010
(STRANGE, BUT TRUE)
Love
Shifting through dark channels
And illuminated signs
Sounds
Shifting through
Cubic's power amplifiers
Human walking angles
Tactic direction changing rhythmically
Variances
Transfixed steps
Breaking the long loud silence
On human tongues
Hopes
Owing to the existence
Of silver enwrapped surrounding hot stars
And hot feelings
Unavoidably reflected upward
Appearing just as a lightning bolt
Or like a peculiarly fierce faithfulness
Gray clouds
Dropping their snow bracer
Ringing bells
Dropping their sad resonance
In death
For love.
MCN: CDXA6-8SNLU-71NDM
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Marieta Maglas Dec 2010
I'm

Condemned
To live


In my fear
Out of dreams
For my death


With tears and blood
With ache and joy
In agony
And ecstasy.


Getting your hate on
Sharing dark corners
Of our subconscious
In cruelest games
Fighting our feelings


In your aggressive world
Having a painful peace
In the absence of love
When my pain means your smile
And my ache means your joy
For graves of enkindling.
Category: Poetry
MCN: CLGVK-E3GRV-9SK66
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