into deja vu
  apercu into extreme
reality, meaning
  seeming so lifelike, prescient.

I have done something
   similar , before,
28 % of the time
    my origin story says.

a propos or aide-memoire
    like *** remembering
an anieu regime-
     au contraire, I say to me.
I am au courant,
     in we!

In conversations with
     my past and present,
my Indian and French,
      extremes, I see
I am au fuit,
      been pensaut
seeing, two ways,
      bon vivant,
being,
      a ****** tunes.

One day you'll bring me to that place,
The place I've seen in my dreams.
That over looks this aching world,
But it'll do no good to me.
The moon will hurl into the sun,
And everyone will run but I.
For I have seen this world before,
I have no reason to wonder why.
No clouds will  form inside of this place,
It'll be beautiful to me.
Not a drop of rain falls from the sky,
And the earth dissipates into a sea-
Of dust as the ocean swallows us whole,
Leaving us swimming for the shores.
But that water quickly turns to stone,
Chasing us with nowhere else to go.
Then I hear a voice calling my name,
The mountains are singing their songs.
For there's empty land and dare I stare,
Maybe that is where I belong.
Distant from the world I've seen,
Beautiful in its own light.
So I shall go up to where it leads,
As this realm dances while it fights.
Eyes wide I bring myself to thee,
The climb is steep and swift.
I breath and hold in the air,
That snuffs my soul so quick.
And as I'm standing up upon this stone,
The winds shall bring me to the past-
Of a time when the earth was innocent,
Yet this memory seems so vast.
There was room for us upon this land,
And many other souls.
But this thought takes me away by hand,
From the light that shines and controls.
It opens up with the frames,
Clinching the sands of time.
Burning inside the lively lips,
Death kisses with upon your eyes.
Holds you tight and makes you tame,
Above this wicked board.
for your his pawn and it's his game,
A trusted piece he does adore.
But underneath the sounds,
Of this world that you now see-
Show the distress of a land,
In sight you never thought would be.
Standing on the same earth,
As the one that you once knew.
But it's all the same dirt underneath,
The feet of me and you.

                                                       Alysia Marie 2014 ©

Stay beautiful;
Be blissful,
And if your soul does not agree;
Then darling run.
Run far, far away.

                                        Alysia Marie 2014 ©

Inside of your mind and body
A numbing occurs
You feel shallow

So shallow

Like a lowering tide
As if the oceans will dry up
Forcing you and the fish to choke on air

But at least you'll have something in common

                                        Alysia Marie 2014 ©

You be the beauty

And I'll be the beast

I'll try to sweep you off your feet

Tho the rolls might be reversed

I promise I won't be perverse

You're just the one I've been searching for

Watching you dance across the floor

You'll grip my hand perfectly tight

You know I only have one night

Until that rose wilts and dies

Then I'll forever be living this lie

When those petals fall to the floor

You won't love me anymore

For I'll be trapped inside of a body unkind

Washing away your blissful mind

I'll take your hand but you'll turn away

If I only had the chance to say

and prove to you the lies that have been;

The outside that this body forbids

So go be the beauty

I'll still be the beast

And when I sweep you off your feet

We'll dance until this world subsides

We wont have to worry about those lies

Even when that flower wilts away

I'll want nothing more than for you to stay

And see me for the true romancer to be

The one that steals your heart;

You'll see

                                               Alysia Marie 2014 ©

I'm in a foul little funk called 'Living'
Sometimes the best way to cope with it
is not to cope at all
I'll take my ball
and go home from an unfair game
slip through a door, unlocked
with tumblers turned by a chemical key

It sets a tremor creeping up my legs
like new ice crawling over a window pane
it pecks and plucks its way back down my spine
furtive, like raindrops down the glass
or an overambitious child,
talked down from the swaying, voraciously growing twigs
at the top of the tree.

There are moments
No, this is not one
But there are moments, when I see it all stretched out
When the nagging feeling
that it's all some cruel joke
Plants its feet
and puffs it's chest, hands akimbo
like a comic book hero
to proclaim that, yes indeed
the world does love kicking you when you're down.

And you do realize
that you're working hard to make someone else rich?
Yes, I realize.
And you realize
that you're paid by the plodding clock-tick hour?
Well, yes. Of course.

So you're selling your life.
Minutes and hours, true.
But you ARE selling your life. Your sweat and blood. And your time.
Your TIME. The only thing you'll never get any more of.

Yes, I realize.

I came across a letter I never sent,
hidden somewhere I had forgotten.

I'm sorry I never gave it to you
I think it would have helped.

It read out all the memories
I'd forgotten we'd ever made.

But I'm glad I never sent it and
I'm glad you never read it.