Marieta Maglas Poems

In the common clay,
Transformed by modeling
I imprison my idea.
Every time you pass,
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When dining thunder rolled into madness,
Among the flowers and the wind of spring,
Your lost soul was embedded in sadness
To walk right to the Terminus Sam Shing.
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If I could twist your mind,
If I could change your thoughts
And if I could absorb all your sadness,
Tell me that you would smile,
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A bird is flying,
But I see only the flight in itself,
The movement.
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Artificial breaths,
Like mimicking feelings of
Love with empty souls,
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I saw an angel with a wounded wing
And two drops of blood
As a fractured image.
I felt the pain of that angel
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The nothingness of negation or
Negation of nothingness...
In self, we are the negation of nothingness,
But we allow the nothingness for self.
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Welcome malignancy into this world
In silent mouth the frozen words to keep,
When your idea can become a sword,
A meaningless reverie in anxious sleep.
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In his core, the piano holds
the Beethoven's 'Appassionata'.
The piano keys are virgin teeth
ripping the melody
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I am transformed
from my ego into your ego.
I am passive
while existing outside myself.
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