Bleeding words, Marieta Maglas [readera ebook reader .TXT] 📗

bizarre climbing story.
Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
2010.

 

 

The Lamb

 

 

The blossom of the blackthorn and the lily had the same

Glow in the shepherd lands, where I stay'd to think o' Your name.

I heard the lamb's voice, when I pass'd the green grass in that field,

Waitin' for the bleating o' lamb and for life to be heal'd.



I saw a flash o' light more white than I'd e'er seen 'fore,

Descendant deep inside, 'till I've perceiv'd Your divine chore.

When I heard the angel's song in the darkness after all,

I understood that You would come to break my sinner's wall.



You've shown me all the debts I had, and all I did in vain,

You left, but I would stay waitin' for You to come again.

Now, if I'm green, happy, tired, and yet alive I am,

It's 'cause clean is my soul, and pure is the blood o' Your lamb.
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2010.

 

The Passing of Time

 

The passing of time through the changing pattern of our thought
Is like a fish passing water over its gills,
Or like a cosmic engine
And not unlike the stream of light passing through pictures
It is leading to our irreversible changing,
It is triggering our memories,
Those emotions that are often evoked
When hearing a piece of music from our past.

The time is perfect..
Present perfect, past perfect, future perfect...

Every time we understand more about ourselves.
We are going through an invisible portal
In our awareness.
And every time we think about our awareness.
We understand that our cages are within,
Created by fear and by the walls we
Have built around our heart.
It is our imperfection the place where our story lives..
We pretend to be perfect, but we hurt each other and
We fail to live up to our own standards...
We are so imperfect and have so much love of ourselves..
Maybe this is why we need to create those perfect moments
For glorious memories,
Resisting the passing of time through the changing pattern of our thought...
Maybe this is why our time together is so precious...
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2010.

 

                                   The Non-Existent Truth

 

The defined and undefined truth,
Endowed with knowledge or without knowledge,
Sometimes real or unreal,
Certainly including being and non-being,

Accepting that being is true,
Accepting the non-existence of being,

When the absence of existence means the negation of being,

Accepting that truth did not exist,
And it would have been true that it did not exist, at the same time,
Understanding that truth is eternal,

Imagining the idea of a non-existing world,
Before its own existence,

Accepting the universal and immortal truth,
So interchangeable with being,
While the universal never ceases of itself,

Recognizing the truth always existing in an eternal intellect,
While the created truth is not existing,

Understanding the created truth as not existing,
Remaining truth, when the true things have been destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when all true things can be destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when our minds cannot see the truth itself,
Truth, being in a sense, always as a consequence of its act.
Truth, not being in sense because
The sense does not know the truth it truly judges,
Even it judges truly about things,
The existent and non-existent truth.......

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Spaces of Faith

 

Spaces of faith Holy of Lord
There is a joy soul is waiting
There I will bear my pain

There the pain is free from tears
In the peace in His grace
Keeping the word of faith

There my pain is free from tears
Where The Lord shares always love
Found peace the soul of faith

There my pain is free from tears
Lulled to sleep on a dreamy wing
Found in a soul of wisdom


Leap of faith far from uncertainty
Far away from any evilness
Far from the worldly grief
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2010.

 

 

The Echo of the Highest Peak (Oxymoron Poem)

We've been in the burning frost o' the highest
peak to unlock the open secrets, and to leave
the sweet sorrow. In my upward fall, I told the
pure evilness, ''I want nothin' more and ne'er


again''. I hung the word in that eloquent quietness.
I hung the quietness in the air. I found its own sense
and the opposite. The word and the quietness were
like the hole and the star. In that spiritual freezer burning,


I found the insomniac dreams o' my destiny and the
waking dreams o' my un-destiny. You made them
become numb feelings and vice versa much more
than a lyric song becomes a music sound to be a



the lyric song again. In that magic realism, my silent scream
was moved into its echo to become deafening silence
forever. Fairly obvious, the down climbing evilness
echoed, ''I want nothin' more and never again''

Embarrass me so tightly and I begin to cry. Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
2010.

 

 

I'm no Longer Blind (Quatern Poetry)

 

 

Dear Lord, please have mercy on me
You're always near my painful soul
You are my focus and my goal
In the falling rain, I'm your tree.


Help me for I am a sinner
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me
'Cause I'm Your humble devotee
Asking Christ to come for dinner.


Guard Thou with light this pain of mine
I'm no longer blind I can see
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me
Your words through me will always shine


Save me by Your grace, set me free
Keep my way, truth and life in Christ
And so I'll know that Thou exist.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on me.Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
2010.

 

You Ask Me to Leave (Pantoum Poetry)

 

And you ask me to leave all behind
Now, when our moment in time is done
Going nowhere with nothing in mind,
'Cause you're my world and my special one.


Now, when our moment in time is done
I love you like there's no end in sight,
'Cause you're my world and my special one.
You're still on my mind all day and night.


I love you like there's no end in sight.
You're inside me filling my soul's space.
You're still on my mind all day and night.
I feel still cuddled in your embrace.


You're inside me filling my soul's space
Going nowhere with nothing in mind.
I feel still cuddled in your embrace,
And you ask me to leave it all behind.
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2010.

 

Queen Anne's Lace (Choka Poetry)

 

It's great Queen Anne's Lace,
Curling inward her 'birds' nest',
Closing her umbel upward,
With spines of love fruits,
White like snow, with pink shyness,
She touches the lips of the sun.
These lips are bees and
He drinks her nectar, his teeth
Are caterpillars, eating
Her leaves with passion.
Each white flower has two seed 
Making him desire her core
And her hairy stems,
After blooming in clusters.
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2010.

 

My Crying Jail

 

Sometimes I'm over and often inside
My crying jail
Like two spiritual hands
Encompassing a corporate body,
Both belonging
To that irreversible sadness.
An inflexible realness
Forces my eyes
To speak
Against that malignant silence,
Situated upon your lower lip.
Moreover, it forces my blood-curdling
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 is slipping out,
When I awake alone
To nurture my love
In my painful freedom.
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2010.

 

 

 

 

 

The City

 

Love
Shifting through dark channels
And illuminated signs
Sounds
Sifting through
Cubic's power amplifiers
Human walking angles
Tactic direction changing rhythms
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.
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2010.

 

In the Same Space (Concrete Poetry)

 

Nothing ever happens.......................in the city.
A man is beaten and robbed..............on the street
But passers go further........................nothing had happened
And marathon runners are silent........beside parking cars,
So hard on themselves, .....................in a race against time.
Close-circuit cameras.........................in subway stations
Show the same video........................on the screens.
The walls are closing in......................painted in the same colors.
The air smells......................................of fear, anxiety, and simplicity.
The willow trees grow.......................until they are looking so green
Nothing happens for a long time........until it is all too late..
Nothing ever happens.........................if we don't make it happen.
But it happened that
We felt in love each other....................in the same space
And our love is growing.......................every day,
Our unconditional love
Making us a whole.............................. for true happiness,
In a profound
The sense of fulfillment...............................and reason to live.
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2010.

 

The Computer Tree- Algorithm (Sextuple Crystalline Poetry)

 

A free tree is never rooted
Infinite complete binary tree

A finger tree has internal nodes
Each one in this tree has child nodes

And their connection is a walk
Parents and children walking the tree

Nodes without children are called leaves
While roots are leaves for the finger trees

Very intelligent words tree
Trees-no one-to-one correspondence


Adaptive merging operation
Implementing finger searching trees.
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2010.

 

Metaphysics (Triple Cinqku Poem)

 

Love
Virtue
Braveries
Understanding
Human synthetic acts
Conscience

Mind
Thinking
Transcendent
Things in itself
Objects being-thinking
In self

And
Humans
Perceiving
The world in self
Through prisms of transformed forms
In light.
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2010.

 

Pacific Trash Vortex (Triple Tetractys)

 

Waste
Sea green
Wavering
In slimy traps
In woozy circles
Gushing at the deep water horizon


Melody still rooting in bluesy rock
Gloppy red icing
Crooked letters
Violet
Colored
Dream


Fish
Yellow
Flimsy boats
Lanky white man
Muzzy from the work
Cloudy indigo sky hanging round all.
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2010.

Araucana Chilean

I look into your eyes and I can see
Those wonderful Amsonia tabernaemontana.
You have so much trustworthiness and confidence
And when I look into your eyes,
I swear I can see your soul.
I look into your uplifting spirit and I see
The sunny sky and the soothing ocean
Of your sunny love and your soothing melancholy.
I make love with you,
You make love with me...
A little more, harder than before,
I look into your eyes and
I see that all my blue dreams come true....
I see two little birds of Araucana
Trying to leave their blue eggs....

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The White City

 

 

 

I'm in the white city.

A dense fog

Disintegrates all my hopes.

There are people dreaming

Of nonexistent worlds,

There are disoriented people

Walking on the terminal's sidewalk.

There are lights turning on and off so erratically

In this white city.

There are hidden screams in the night

Covered by the heavy rain sounds,

That rain falling continuously

And monotonously.

In this white city,

The victims

Don't understand that they are victims yet.

There are flowers,

There are fast food kiosks,

There are botanical gardens,

With beautiful exotic trees,

And there are horror movies in the theaters.

As shadows emerging from the fog

Are the last steps.

There are steps searching each other,

And there are steps that are separated forever.

The rain's sounds

Vibrate the eye of the windows,

Vibrate the burial stones,

Vibrate the dreams,

Those dreams

About better days.

Apparently,

Someone screams

In the white mist of the night.

Maybe he's the victim of an aggression,

Or maybe, he's someone who has lost his love.

Maybe it's just an echo...

I'm in the white city

And I'm searching for you in the darkness...

 

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Variable Reality(Postmodernist Poem)

I see my snowy steps disappearing into the
snow. The coldness will swallow them.
The wet winces the snow, wetter than any wince.

I am more involved in a sharp snowless stretch
than I was ever. I forgot that I'm existent.I try
to remember. A cloud is tossing its white to rain.

Nothing never rains outside, everything rains
inside. Everything is tossing firstly before raining.
The trees always feel this. They are existent.

The trees need to be existent. This freezing rain
is breaking the tree limbs. Their branches are
encapsulated in glaze ice. I need my steps back.

I hear a song coming from the coffee house. There
is a coffee stain on my right shoe. I take a taxi to go
nowhere. This rain falls down over the snow blanket.

The snow is existent until it becomes a bed for the
falling rain. I can be existent as long as I'm not cold.