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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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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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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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 ============================================================= 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 |
