Marieta Maglas Poems
|562.||The Flamenco Dance (Complex Poetic Form)||6/5/2012|
|563.||A Note On Existentialist Love||10/20/2011|
|564.||Kiss My Soul||8/8/2009|
|565.||You Were Mine||7/1/2009|
|566.||Shadow Of Life||7/20/2009|
|568.||The Echo Of The Highest Peak (Oxymoron Poem)||4/2/2014|
|569.||Let's Make Love Tonight||7/6/2009|
|570.||-my Love For You||6/9/2009|
|572.||I Wait The Ocean Waves To Wash My Soul (Spenserian Sonnet)||3/7/2011|
|573.||A New Dawn||10/13/2010|
|575.||September Showers (Alliteration Poem)||10/29/2011|
|576.||Autumn And Rain||11/5/2011|
|577.||The Robin Bird Of The Early Spring||1/24/2015|
|579.||*** The Non-Existent Truth***||4/9/2010|
|580.||A Delicate Rainy Morning||6/4/2009|
|582.||Your Words Of Love||7/8/2009|
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!
Surely, less obvious ways exist
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.
Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.
Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
the game is over....
and they will never buy another one.....
Alis grave nil.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings
And maybe we cannot understand what's going...
I’m just a lost star
With chains of darkness and of endless night
Trying to find my own inner strength
And trying to find my own destiny,
When I'm getting off for you,