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MOONLIGHT WRITTEN BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY
Moonlight flashes like lightning across hidden waters. Raging tides awaken like the rolling thunder... Mysteriously suspended in this licorice sky, the moon mesmerizes the crashing tide. Like enchanted eyes hidden behind lace-woven wonder, the ebb and flow of her tide awakens the moon's hunger! The dawn appears and the moon hides his face. Like enchanted eyes hidden behind moonlit lace, the tide is still... Will the moon return to his hidden waters? Will he awaken the raging tide, like the first time she saw into his eyes? MOMENTUM: WRITTEN BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY
This powerful body shifts into full gear! Its vigorous legs are simultaneously, lions that suddenly appear, and the stampede of deer that quickly escape! Roots of trees delve deeply into the dirt, but agile arms cannot conceal the veins it unearths! When sinewy thighs and calves wildly pound the fragile ground, it's as if mother nature painfully gives birth! This body strenuously bends like the rushing wind! Its legs leap to keenly dodge broken branches and fallen trees! Steady breath moves swiftly and inhales the night, and with each exhale... ...wakes the sky as it paints the dawn with morning light. The brightly rising sun shimmers radiantly like this powerful body full of momentum; its beauty captivates the soul! CRIMSON WRITTEN BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY
Green leaves lash in the licorice painted night! Lightning flashes through the auburn brushed sky! Red mud wildly splashes into a yellow painted door! Muddy footsteps trail across the dark wooden floor. Green blades of grass fall off of wet brown sandals. Burgundy wax slides down a cinnamon scented candle. Radiant red roses swiftly drop into an antique bronze vase. Chocolate dipped strawberries lay on an old ivory plate. Red mud and hot water quickly swirl down a silver drain! Green leaves and rain lash against the bathroom's windowpane! Chocolate colored silk glides over a glistening body of olive hue. Burgundy painted toes tiptoe into a dimly lit, secluded gray room. Yellow and violet paint violently rush across a high and wide linen canvas! Tomatoes and black olives slide off an artist's abandoned Italian sandwich. The body of olive hue presses firmly against the arched back of a tall mahogany man. Violet paint violently rushes over their glistening mahogany and olive bodies and hands! Wax glides down the cinnamon candle onto sepia woven lace. Chocolate dipped strawberries slide off of the falling ivory plate! Radiant crimson roses wildly cascade out of the broken bronze vase! Melted chocolate and burgundy wax drip down violet painted faces... GYPSY WRITTEN BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY
Memories strangle yet I'm drawn by alluring sounds. I hear familiar bangles jangle in the distance. I deeply feel its sound cling to me, sing to me, and my soul has no apprehension or resistance. I should oppose what I see but I welcome it openly, because it has finally... ...finally returned to me. You come unexpectedly and win over my heart, and when you go, you leave jagged daggers and darts. I am bewitched by your song and dance that broadly paint illusions of ravishing passion and romance. You come unexpectedly and live in my soul, and when you go, you leave gaping wounds and holes. Poor yet so rich, because you steal and pillage, whatever you find in the village of my naive mind. You are no longer clever or amusing, just bold. Everyone knows how your ole' tricks tend to end! Your familiar ruses are predictable, you vanish like a gypsy, and carry away my stolen soul... VOICE October 10, 2009 written by Marini Barika Facey
Words charge out of people's mouths like trains. When these locomotives whistle and blow, they force oncoming trains off of the proverbial tracks. Words take form out of mouths like rickety highways and busy tunnels, look over and under these infrastructures, sound races and rattles, and wakes everything nearby. Words are earthquakes that send out pulsing tremors, people don't feel the effects at first, but the latter is jarringly worse. Words move like electricity that surges through perpendicular lines, and entrap people with powerful conductors, charm and lies; words are flashy like lightning and rage like tornadoes, chaotic and careless, these whirlwinds thrive on impact, and destroy everything in its path. Words fly out of people's mouths like once colorful-vibrant leaves. These leaves drift in the proverbial wind and don't know where they will land; they twist, dry up, and crackle under man. Words drop out of people's mouths like anchors on the sides of majestic ships. Anchors release into the soul's depths like sturdy ropes of certainty and hope. Words grow out of people's mouths like strong steady oaks; integrity flows through its branches like water moves down dry thirsty throats. Truth feeds the starving soul at its deep roots. Words are little children who play amidst gigantic trees; laughter dances through their arms, legs, and knees, and they excitedly run after each other like shaking leaves. Words thump like celestial feet with perpetual rhythm; creativity and imagination peak, with each beat of these ancient drums. Words rush out of people's mouths like paintbrushes, and illuminate its world with each radiant touch; it brushes beauty, youthfulness, and newness with every skillful stroke; it inspires artists to paint and invokes within them childlike noise, so artists gain limitless poise, as each matures their brilliant voice. TUNNELS WRITTEN BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY
Out and in! Up and down! Over and under! Sudden darkness passes so quickly... ...back and forth into sudden brightness! In and out! Down and up! Under and over! Sudden brightness passes so quickly... ...back and forth into sudden darkness. You feel like a blind man when memories are no longer as vivid! You feel like a deaf man when words are not as clear! You feel like a mute man when people walk by you, but you have so much to say... ...so many thoughts are jumbled! ...so many memories are scattered! ...so many moments are passing! Everything is a blur. Everything is dim. Everything is forgotten. There is no longer anger or frustration at this point, just a longing to remember... Fading memories and bursts of remembrance are so painful yet wonderful! Forgetfulness and confusion in the mind of the aged are echoing tunnels; they've watched days slowly pass and then years suddenly rush by... ...zooming through them like bleating trains! SHADOWS WRITTEN BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY JULY 28, 2011 Show me what I am.
Show me what I could be. Give me a silhouette of the unknown, revealing ageless mystery! Go ahead of me and yet also behind, and remind me that the past, present, and future are intricately intertwined! Uncertainty and the definite interlace, and all waters and all skies stand face to face... ...mouth to mouth! Intrigued, I peek through the lattice of this perplexing symmetry, and gaze at the sun and the moon, who kiss endlessly! These shadows once ran in front of me and behind and then in front of me again, because they wanted me to awaken and see... ...what I thought to be an odd dream, was more tangible than it seemed! Because these shadows were only pictures of what was, what is, and what will be; they fled before my very eyes and left me... ...as a silhouette for those to come after me! WRAITH November 9, 2009 written by Marini Barika Facey
Oh! You rip through my soul like a jarring whim My heart deeply yearns for your melancholy eyes You pierce through my soul with your haunting blue gates My voice longs to make a home in your captivating fate You open your mouth and my voice drifts in like wind in a cave My mind is trapped in this enchanting maze called your heart You press your lips against my bursting, burning lungs and wildly inhale You claw through my mesmerized heart and swiftly steal its last beat Your melancholy soul opens the vast deep and draws in my last breath Do you oh wraith bloom death or is this the beginning of a lover's Spring? VULTURES AND PARROTS written by Marini Barika Facey October 23, 2010 You’re an empty room
A cold, empty room, with shelves full of dusty promises Friends never see, because you seem to be calm You swear you’re gonna change Didn’t mean to be this way I guess vultures will only know how to be violent I look in your eyes and there’s no one around, You sink deeper into this dismal gray, Like a man who is drowning that I cannot even save You swear you’re gonna change Didn’t mean to be this way, But your whispers aren’t so sweet Your words run through me and always sting, Like smoke that lingers in my clothes and hair I guess parrots don’t know when to be silent I look in your eyes and there’s no one around, You sink deeper into this dismal gray, Like a man who is drowning that I cannot even save I grab some records and leave the room... While I wait for your torment to be at bay, I love to loudly play Ella and Louis, Because this makes everything seem serene. I slide open the back door... I stick my feet in the creek and close my eyes, Hoping that it would wash away the lies The water chills me to the core, but nothing is as cold as you Burn a fire Stoke a flame But still nothing will ever change, when you are in that distant place I guess parrots don’t know when to be silent I guess vultures will only know how to be violent Nothing is as cold as you I look in your eyes and there’s no one around, You sink deeper into this dismal gray, Like a man who is drowning that I cannot even save I guess parrots will be silenced I guess vultures will always be violent Nothing is as cold as you |
“I am the most curious of all to see what will be the next thing that I will do.”
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