risk it took to blossom." -Anais Nin
"The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the
risk it took to blossom." -Anais Nin
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ENTIRE written by Marini Barika Facey
My feet dangle on the edge, subtly perch, on an ascending cloud's ledge. I quietly hide here... I climb higher into the unknown, just to get a better view of everything respond to you. I hike these clouds effortlessly, because my feet are feathers and your words are the air I breathe. Your songs guide falling leaves... Like shadows of lovers dancing under a tree, leaves rest on strong, deep roots, and softly become one... Your whispers call Autumn into the ground, gently into her slumber; simultaneously, you unearth and wake me! I am pulled... Like the tide moved by the moon, like the earth kissed by the sun, I am pulled higher into the unknown! Yes, I am enamored by many things, but you hold my attention... You are the only one who has my entire soul and being! 'People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed...'
-Audrey Hepburn POETRY AND PHOTO BY MARINI BARIKA FACEY
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! Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. -Victor Hugo STREETS written by Marini Barika Facey
People run, walk, push past Crowded... People talk crassly Fast, no one wants to be last Cars zoom, vroom, wildly crash Construction booms Loudly blasts Streets were once paths not paved Paths were once fields not braved Fields were once trees not scaved Trees were once seeds... Streets speak of what we used to be What we came from What we can't see ...and what we would become inevitably! |
“I am the most curious of all to see what will be the next thing that I will do.”
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