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A Wish (For M.)

Away


Disconnection

Fear

Letter to A Potential Lover

Love In Fur

My Heart Beats With His (To R.)

My Heart Breaks (To L.W.B.)

No Room For Sadness

Our Hearts Touched


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A Wish
(For M.)


My wish,
That you can feel your own incandescent light
as clearly as you see mine
That you soar higher than you ever believed
you would
That you unbind yourself from self-imposed
limitations
Fears
That you break free to dream again
To be again

My wish,
That you allow challenges to meet you,
Choices to beckon you,
New paths to unfold before you
That you realize the potential, power, promise in you

My wish,
That your world mirrors your infinite beauty
That you love
And are always loved, and loved, and loved

We have met before; and my wish is
That some day, some time, some life
We will meet again

©2004 Gisele Marasca 03/22/04

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Away
 
Sometimes when our minds meet,
Our bodies touch
And our souls claim each other in the night
It seems impossible that we could be so far
And yet I feel the abysmal distance
Growing at a steady pace between us
In our longing for balance
We keep tipping the scale
And move farther from the center
For just as our emotions soar,
Answers become illusive, confusion reigns,
Our beliefs clash
And our paths intersect, never to merge again
 
©2003 Gisele Marasca 02/09/03

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Disconnection
 
You touch me
But can you see?
Do you feel it,
Or would you care
Even if you did?
What do you get from this,
Does it matter to you?
Should it not matter to me?
At night all bodies are gray
All voices are silenced
No dream ever remains
No real impression
On my soul, in your life;
Just another disconnection
 
©2001 Gisele Marasca 04/02/01

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Fear
 
Fear of being seen, fear of getting involved, fear
Of the consequences, fear of the causes, fear of feeling too much,
Fear of not feeling at all, fear of letting it out, fear of keeping it in,
Fear of getting to know, fear of being in the dark, fear
Of the pain, fear of the joy, fear of life, fear of death, fear of myself,
Fear of you, fear of us together,
Then apart,
Transcendental,
Overwhelming, incapacitating, powerful, raw, fear.
 
©2000 Gisele Marasca

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Letter To A Potential Lover *

I know you are out there. Also waiting. Longing. Dreaming.
Yes, I’m talking to you. I know who you are.
You will move me...
You will move me to ecstasy.
You will move me to tears.
You will move me to tenderness.
You will appreciate every part of me.
You will need me more than life.
You will make me suffer, but that will just make me feel more alive.
Yes, you will be sensitive, but not sentimental...
You will be passionate, but not fanatic.
You won’t be afraid of saying what you think, feeling what you feel.
You won’t be afraid to look deep into my eyes, to dive in, to bare your soul.
And you will help me lose my own fears.
You will be daring, experimental. You won’t accept set rules; you will make your own.
But you will be fair and compassionate.
You will enjoy the scent of a woman, the taste of a woman. You will love to love.
You will be a giver, but you will be willing to receive all the love, all the passion I have been storing for you.
You will understand everything better than the others; you will know what is going on.
You will get the subtleties, the nuances of life.
We will connect on a deeper level than most people.
But we will have to pretend for everybody else’s sake.
I will not have a choice but to love you.
I’m waiting for you. I’m preparing for you.
For when you finally come to me, I will have learned to not try to protect myself, to close myself in my own little shell, to delude myself into thinking that life is supposed to be easy and that the pleasure is not worth all the pain.
I will be ready for you.
Because you will make me believe in love, in life.
Even if for just a fleeting moment in time.

©1999 Gisele Marasca
* Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross

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Love In Fur
 
At night all cats are gray
In the dark, in the shadows
Of our beings
Other mystical realms
But light reveals glaring colors,
Beguiling nuances
Sinuous shapes, sharp senses
 
Independent love
Yet needy, demanding at times
Disdainful love
Yet profound, intense at times

Always watchful, ever present
Loyal, playful, mischievous
Love in fur
 
©2023 Gisele Marasca-Vargas; 04/29/23

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My Heart Beats With His
(To R.)

 
As we embrace, our hearts touch
I can’t tell which pulse is mine
Or which is his
Where it ends or begins
Our rhythms intermingle
Sometimes in rapid surges
At times in subtle, slow waves
As they drum to the same beat
His sound invades my chest
As it returns home
A long-lost home
His intensity multiplies in mine
The silence between the beats
Caresses us gently, peacefully
My heart beats with his
Simply, purely, naturally
Eternally with his
 
©2009 Gisele Marasca 02/12/09

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My Heart Breaks
(To L.W.B.)

 
My heart breaks
In a million pieces
In different lives
In past memories
Lost in the mist
A familiar sorrow
As we meet again
And lose each other
Again and again
 
But this is just
The beginning
Or the end
Hi and bye again
Joyful, sad tears
Your bright light
Shines on, always
Guiding our journeys
In the end

©2023 Gisele Marasca 10/18/23

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No Room for Sadness

It shouldn’t make any difference
that we can’t be with each other again
Touch each other again
Acknowledge our feelings for each other again
It doesn’t matter that our connection expressed in love
has become too heavy for our inescapable realities
(if it ever was light)
It’s not important that mere distant exchanges between us
will have to suffice, or probably cease altogether
It’s irrelevant that our memories of each other
will eventually fade away, or simply be replaced
Because in this empty bed
in this lonely room
in the middle of this wretched life
There is
No room for sadness

©2004 Gisele Marasca 05/12/04

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Our Hearts Touched
 
Before words were spoken
and promises were made
Before our hands held each other
Our close embraces became closer
And our lips exchanged moist secrets
in tender abandonment
Before we built moments together,
And friendship evolved into love
Before our passion was allowed to erupt
and carry us in its molten river
Before our souls decided time had come
to share a path, a meaning, a life
Long before our minds finally knew
with that certainty so important to mortals
and meaningless to angels
Our hearts touched
 
©2007 Gisele Marasca 12/19/07

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Picture

Red

Sheltered Shell

Sucking the Air

Surface People

Thank You

The Miser

Waiting

Where Is My Place?

You And Me (To R.)


You Deserve Your Fate


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Red *

Red. A color? No. much more than a color.
Red has a life of its own.
Red of blood running in veins.
Red of flesh, of life. Given or taken away.
Red of lust, of sensual dreams.
Red of steamy French movies and erotic diaries.
Red of high heel shoes. Red lips.
Red forbidden fruit. Red Rose. Sinfully moist Red Rose.
Red of wrath, of violence.
Seeing Red, exploding in a million pieces,
imploding in tiny blood-shot veins.
Red of burning fire, of flames, of heat waves.
Red of movement, of action and reaction.
Red of disorder, chaos. Red of tyranny, intolerance.
Red of wine, the most beautiful one, fullest of body.
Red of meat, dripping death.
Rapturous. Raging. Radical.
Ecstatic. Explosive. Extreme.
Deep. Delicious. Divine.
Red, Red, Red!
Red is a passion.

©1999 Gisele Marasca
* Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross

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Sheltered Shell
 
Sheltered life, sheltered heart
Bland living, bland feeling
Muffled, muted, morose...
Can the depth of the sea
Really
Be understood from the sounds
That reflect inside of a seashell?

©2024 Gisele Marasca 02/29/24

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Sucking the Air
 
Yes, I suck the air out of the room
Because it’s there, because I can
Because there’s plenty more
where that came from
Because it’s my God-given right
To be proud, to be passionate
To be Woman living my truth
Breathing, taking it all in
Stepping into my power and
Sucking the air out of the room
 
©2024 Gisele Marasca 03/02/24

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Surface People *
 
I will have to say: yes, I suffer
And I do admit that I cry
Such a small price to pay, however
To be one of those who can fly
 
It’s a hard existence, you know
It’s nothing to brag about
You can’t deal with knowing
Yet you can’t do without
 
Once you open your eyes
You cannot pretend anymore
No matter how much you try
There are things you can’t ignore
 
Once the flood gates are opened
You drown or learn how to swim
You know you have to survive
You can’t just quit on a whim
 
Sometimes I envy the surface people
Happily floating, living their lies
Their wounds never hurt or bleed
No sad tears burn their eyes
 
Through their skin-deep lives they move
While I can’t keep afloat
But most always I enjoy my fate
And I’d hate to be in their boat
 
©2000 Gisele Marasca
* Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross

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Thank You *

Thank you for the uncertainty
which makes me search for answers;
For the ignorance
which compels me to learn;
Thank you for the struggles
which make me grow;
For the sorrow which gives me depth;
Thank you for the doubts and indecisions
which cause me to think, choose and take action;
For the courage which drives me to take risks;
Thank you for glimpses of beauty
when ugliness surrounds me;
For light in the darkness;
For air, for earth, for water
For the burning fire within;
For trust, for beliefs, for faith;
For the friends I can be myself with;
For everything corny, mushy and over the top;
For love! Thank you for the love in me
and for the love around me;
Thank you for first times and second chances;
Thank you for fleeting moments and long pauses;
Thank you for smiles and laughs and music;
For hopes and dreams,
For inspiration,
For passion,
For ecstasy,
For life!
Thank you for me.

©2000 Gisele Marasca
* Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross

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The Miser *

I knew a man who spared his feelings
As if they were shillings;
He collected them one by one
Until there were none
Just lying around
(they were all underground);
He buried them very deep,
Under such a colossal heap,
That nobody could see them;
He didn’t show or share them,
Not allowing even a peek
He never let anyone near;
For he had so much fear,
And that only made him weak.
One day I had to ask him
(Because I needed to know):
“All those beautiful feelings you had
After all, where did they go?”
“O, you can’t leave feelings lying around
So I collected them, one by one;
They are all buried deep underground;
I hid them all, until there were none.”
“What is so precious about your feelings
That you try to spare them like shillings?
They are buried alive in a tomb;
Do you not feel all numb?
Why can’t you see?
Feelings are for those
Who know how to use them
And even abuse them, if need be.”
But he wouldn’t hear of it;
He just went on fearing it
And tried to pass his fear to me
So that I would not see.
So I left him alone,
All by himself, to groan
About his precious feelings,
Which he saved as shillings,
And tried to hide from me
Just because I could see.

©2000 Gisele Marasca
* Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross

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Waiting

Always waiting
For the perfect moment
For a brighter day
For the right way
For a better life
 
Always waiting
Until it feels right
Until it can be done
Until it becomes safe
Until it is too late
 
Always waiting
In the rain
In the darkness
In my thoughts
In my dreams
 
Waiting, always
Wanting too much
Needing so little
Hoping for more
Missing the signs
 
Waiting for you
Waiting for me
Waiting for us to be

©2000 Gisele Marasca

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Where Is My Place? *

How can I keep feeling strong and alive
when I am surrounded by creatures who are weak and half dead?
How can I pursue my dreams
when those around me let theirs die little by little, day by day,
compromising here, conceding there, until there is nothing left?
How can I find my truth when they insist on living their lies?
How can I believe when the world has lost its faith?
How can I feel good about myself
when I see such sadness and despair on the faces that surround me?
How can I strive to be happy in the middle of so much pain and misery?
How can I try to build a new world when there is decadence all around me?
How can I change my reality when people prefer to retreat in their fantasies?
How can I fight it if every one else chooses to give up?
How can I be when most barely subsist?
And when I am drunk with life, how can I ignore the thirsty?
And when my light burns the eyes of those who will not see,
And my passion plagues the passionless,
And my vitality exasperates those with cold, stiff limbs,
And my knowledge frightens the ignorant,
And my insight threatens the alienated,
And my generosity awakens suspicion,
And my gracefulness causes envy,
And my free spirit offends the narrow-minded,
And my confidence brings insecurity,
And my courage arouses fear,
And when I am despised for being different,
And the love in me provokes hatred,
Then where will I go, what will I do?
Where is my place?

©2000 Gisele Marasca
* Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross

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You And Me
(To R.)

 
You and me
Together
Me and You
At times apart
You, me
For better, for worse
The two of us,
Often as one
Me and you
Forever
It’s you and me, babe
Always
 
©2023 Gisele Marasca 05/17/23

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You Deserve Your Fate *

If you feel unhappy but do not change your ways
You deserve your Fate.
If you ignore the crossroads
And remain on the wrong path
You deserve your Fate.
If you close your eyes so that you will not see
You deserve your Fate.
If you can’t bear the truth
And hide behind your lies
You deserve your Fate.
If you retreat into fantasy
instead of striving to change your reality
You deserve your Fate.
If you are afraid of the future
so you cling to your past
You deserve your Fate.
If you are not brave enough to break free
and you grow content with your prison
You deserve you Fate.
If you suffer quietly not to make waves
You deserve your Fate.
If you allow external pressures to silence your heart
You deserve your Fate.
If you confuse guilt with duty
You deserve your Fate.
If you blame others for your own fears
You deserve your Fate.
And if you accept, justify and pretend
If you compromise, concede and surrender
If you trade off your dreams for temporary comfort
And if you think peace will come from avoiding the battle
Then, my friend,
You deserve your Fate.

©2000 Gisele Marasca
* Published as part of the anthology Poets Unleashed, compiled by Ron Cross

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