HEY, Listen, You Are Beautiful

I am gorgeous and beautiful. And I consider myself a model material too.

       I say, I have got what it takes.

I have got an amazing figure. Well, most of the time.

       I am unpredictable, at times random and crazy.
       It is just me, sometimes crazy, sometimes                                                                                      
rational and sometimes spontaneous.                          
artwork and poem by maryla wilson
I choose to be prim and proper...when it suits my mood.     
       Personally, I think I am Fantastic.
 I can't change ME... Because I chose not to.
There is just nothing I can possibly change.
      Love me or not. I just don't care.
      I love me just the way I am.
With all my imperfections, I am so very perfect.
I am proud of who I am. Take it from me.
Be Proud of Who You Are! You Are Beautiful, Just The Way You Are!

Strawberry Meth Hoax

Poem and Artwork by Maryla Wilson
Scary stuff trembled the world of mothers and fathers. Panic broke up at schools heralding
"strawberry meth in disguise". 
       Strawberry and chocolate candy, the worst nightmare for all.
       Suddenly sugar and bad teeth seem of  little concern.
       It is certain today, the affair to be a cruel hoax... Acclaimed eRumor of May 2009.

       Parents feel safer for now...

Here, dear Parents...pay ATTENTION!
 ..be careful with sweet things..

Silent Moments Linger

Poem and Artwork by Maryla Wilson

Silent Moments Linger
Ushering Millions Of Words.
Each Letter Attached To Unique Aroma.
Alabaster Skin Touching Emotions.

Scent So White, So Pure, Crimson Leaf
Dancing with Dewy Flowers.

Translucent Dance Shimmering Amongst
Hidden Corridors Yet Forgotten
In The Night Lit Stars...

Heralding The Promise...Of Tomorow

Do Not Be Greedy Nor Naive

Poem and Artwork by Maryla Wilson
It is not your rich uncle or cousin, whom you never met. Nor is it the man or lady of your dreams, declaring love from distant lands.
    It is not your bank with your sudden riches. Nor is it the taxation office with impossible error.
    It is not google or  yahoo requesting your name and passwords.
    Do Not Answer SPAM Emails. Do Not Click The Links. Do Not Surrender Your Private Data.
Use your common sense.
          Do Not Be Greedy.
          Do Not Be Naive.
By the way...Nobody gives you an iPhone for Free.
Beware...These emails and phone calls sound so Real $$$

Just A Whisper

Just a Whisper
Dances in My Heart.

Just a Whisper
Flows in My Veins.

The Memory Echoes
in the Moments to Be.

Your Magic Flows
with a Whisper.

Lord Genesh-Remover Of Obstacles


Poem and Artwork by Maryla Wilson
Lord Genesh,

You Propel The Wheel Of Life.
You Are The Trinity Of Air,
The Sun And The Moon.

Oh Lord Genesh,
Remover Of Obstacles,
Grant Your Protection
To The Pilgrims Of Life.
Grant Your Wisdom
To The Ones Who Seek.

Awaken the Highest Of Vibration Of Aum

I Choose Today

                         "I Choose Today To Give Myself The Best Day Ever"

Your World...   Your Way...   Your Life...
    " I   CHOOSE   TODAY   TO   GIVE   MYSELF   THE   BEST   LIFE   EVER "

I Love Myself Exactly As I AM

In Time With Time
I Acquired Wisdom.
This Wisdom Allows Me Today
To Love Myself
Exactly As I AM.
For I AM.
I AM Here And Today
Perfect, Exactly As I AM...
Perfect, Whole And Complete

God, Soul, Pyramids, Energies

Artwork and Poem by Maryla Wilson
God, Soul, Pyramids, Energies, Healing, Telepathy, Psychics, Dreams, Angels, Visions, Spirits, The Paranormal.
          So Many Things Can Not      Be Measured, Weighed, Touched, 
Explained Nor Proved.
So Many Things Defy The Logic.
So Many Things Science Can Not Account For.. For Now...
Ballads, Dreams, Visions, Flying Carpets, Man
With Wings, Talking Boxes, Cures Of  Disease.
           Have You Ever Had An Experience 
           Beyond The Logic And Reasoning?
You May Have No Answer... For Now...
Time Will Only Tell...Time Is Of No Essence... For Now...

The Visionary Or Merely A Dreamer

Art and Poem by Maryla Wilson

Sometimes It Takes One
To Change The World.

Sometimes, It Takes Many
For The World To See The Truth.

Are You A Visionary
Or Merely A Dreamer ?

You May Claim The Two As One.
For The Dreams Of People
With Great Visions, Who Seek The Truth.

They Walk To Hail It's Glory To The World...

Steve Jobs... The Man Who Inspired Humanity



Maryla Wilson paying tribute to Steve Jobs
Steve Jobs... The Man Who Inspired Humanity. In His Words:

"Here's to the Crazy ones, the Misfits, 
the Rebels, the troublemakers, 
the round pegs in the square holes... 
the ones who see things differently -- 
They're not fond of rules... You can 
disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, 
but the only thing you can't do is, 
ignore them because They Change Things...
They Push the Human Race Forward...
And while some may see them as 
the crazy ones, we see Genius, because 
The Ones who are crazy enough to think 
that They Can Change the World, 
are The Ones Who Do!"

Well, you did it Steve...You put a ding in the Universe! 
Thank you. Humanity Salutes You Steve Jobs ! 


As "RA" Approaches


What Wonderment Will Dawn Bring
As She Casts Her Hued Vision Over
A Darken Atmosphere
Radiance And Glitter Enhance My
Anxious Approach To Another Day Of
Life's Spasm Of Day And Bewilderment...

With Extreme Anticipation I Shall Ponder
The Unimaginable And Deluded Visions Of
A True Prophecy Of Wishful Thinking!
            "Awaken RA" !
And Color My Psychedelic Existence!
Poem by Kathy Griggs and Artwork by Maryla Wilson

Stop! Listen! You Are Beautiful!

           You are gorgeous and beautiful. 

Claim your beauty today. You deserve it.
Blond, black, plastic, fantastic. It's your call.

A guy, a girl, gay or just different.
Embrace "you".   You are just amazing.

It's your 1 call, your life...the only one you get.
   You Are Beautiful, Just The Way You Are!

Stand up for your life. Be proud of who you are...

Plight From Kenya

I have a question, That will lead me to my destination
And unfold my dreams and ambition
          For in it I see a vision
Of happiness and future appreciation 
         When I was young in twos
Life was sweet and in it's blues
Sitting on my feeders laps
And her, patting me in happiness
Without knowing what life had in store for me
         Today,I sit under this shade
With jiggers and mites being my friends
         They are so noble and daily companions
With nothing to fill my stomach
Watching other children happily holding onto their parents
Wishing for a new day to comer in my life
A day,the term 'father' will have a meaning to me
A day when our Kenyan streets won't have the
deprived and miserable street children
         A day when LOVE will be shower genuinely
         and shared equally through out the world
YES, my question is: Will This Day Ever Come? and When?
Poem by James Vatalis from Kenya. Artwork by Maryla Wilson





If I Were A Flower

Artwork and poem by Maryla Wilson
     
If I Were A Flower  

    
    I Would Whisper


        Pink Petals Into Your Heart...

I Kiss The Lips

       I Kiss The Hand I Adore
       I Kiss The Tender Neck
    I Kiss The Lips I Long For
I Kiss The Moment Of Nostalgia
extract from poem by maryla wilson

Wispy Long Hair

 
ectract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson

Suddenly the wind breaks out.

Wispy long hair following
it's dance.


Fresh breath of air frolicking
with midnight's sky.


Seductive lushes lips glowing
in the moonlight sonatas.

Nicolaus Copernicus

Mikołaj Kopernik (1473–1543)
born in Toruń (Thorn), Poland
Nicolaus Copernicus - in Latin
Painting below by Matejko
           Born in the year of 1473 in the city of Toruń.
Mikołaj Kopernik in the Latin language 
presented as Nicolaus Copernicus.
          The greatest astronomer of Polish lands.
          Dually celebrated and condemned
          by humanity of his times.
Charged and prosecuted by the Catholic church
for heresy.
          Shaking the course of Europe with epochal 
book of his own creation "De revolutionibus orbium
coelestium", The Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres,
          known as the Copernican Revolution.
Astronomy figured merly his avocation.       .
His theories supported by the great Galileo Galilei.
          Scientists of the future heroldinig his great influences.
          Presently being the toast of scientific world.
He is the one who told the world of our planet Earth.
Claiming it is not the center of the universe, nor is it flat.
          Presenting the solar system as humanity views it today.
 I visited his home in Toruń, the privilege is mine, I'm sure.
                   (poem by maryla wilson)


Maryla Wilson paying tribute to Nicolaus Copernicus

Sonnet 138 by William Shakespeare

The porteait that may depict
William Shakespeare. Maryla Wilson
paying tribute to William Shakespeare
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young.
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both side thus is simple truth suppress'd:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
Oh! love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
                                                     
Sonnet 138 from "The Passionate Pilgrim"
            by William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnet 144 Two Loves

        1931  I s a c - F r i e d l a n d e r
Wood Engraving to Shakespeare's Sonnet 144. 
Maryla Wilson paying tribute to William Shakespeare
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell*, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Shakespeare's Sonnet 144  "Two Loves"
from "The Passionate Pilgrim"

Jesus Walked This Earth



For He,


Who walked this Earth,

The only Son of God.


Jesus Christ...

You Love Red Hair Girls

Maryla Wilson Art
  You look lousy!                                                                
I mean it.
        And you look great!
        I mean it too.
Why are you sooo nice?
It gets to me!
       Really? Why are you
       so bitter? Grumpy head!
Aha! not so nice now,
are we? Miss red head!
       Oh, so you like my
       red hair, do you? See,
       you are nice too!
No, I am not! I just
called you red head!
       Get it?
Yes, I do. It is obvious, you love red hair girls
(extract from poem by maryla wilson)

My Perfect Child

extract from poem and "Child" oil
painting by Maryla Wilson
                                                                               
My Child. Little Bundle Of Joy.
You Were Born On One Miracle Day.
So Very Tiny,
So Very special, So Very Perfect.
I Will Look Down At You Asleep.
Admiring Your Being Of Sheer Perfection.
So Privileged To Be Your Mother.
Do Not Ever Grow Up My Child...

The Perfect Greed Money Machine

The Perfect Greed Money Machine.
Exploiting Shamelessly the Masses..
CEO's, Banks, Telcos, Corporations
And The Likes.
The Masters of Human Suffering.
Countless Lives Sacrificed.
In the Name of Shareholders
And Greedy Ones.
In the name of a $ Buck.
What Makes You the Deserving
Owners of Wealth ?
Why You Claim Luxury as Your Own ?
You Lie, You Cheat, You Exploit!
How Can You Sleep with Masses
Of Suffering Beneath Your Bloody Bed?
       Your Soul With Your Karma,
       Will Not Forge Forgiveness.
       For Your Ruthless Actions
       You Will Assuredly Pay.
Enough, Enough! Lets Share The Bread and Wealth
We All Deserve. Lets Heal The Hunger of
Our Brothers, Sisters And Children.
Lets Save Our Human Face...
(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson) 


Judgment Day

Fingers, fingers pointing.                                  
It's blown up into your face.
Tears of sorrow
Flooding down upon red cheeks.
Watching, remembering
Snippets of painful memories.
Experiences of regret today.
Random blunt bullets of truths,
Targeting  the center of
Broken heart.
Shattered into millions
Of sharp judgments.
Shivering sweat.
Wake up. Shock.
Eyes wide open .
Haunting nightmare.
Another chance...
Judgement Day to come...
(extract from poem and 
artwork by maryla wilson)

A Noble Man

He, who can stand high and tall.                                    

A Noble man, who did not know yesterday,

That he will be present today...

For he is the man,

Who stands on the pedestal of Humanity...

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

I Reach For A Star


I look upon dark night's sky.
Bedazzling Stars sparkling
In multitude of misty vision.

I reach for a Star
And place it in my hand.

Reflection of tingling colors
Bouncing amidst my open palm.

What force created such a miracle..

The secrets of the Universe...unlocked
extract from poem and artwork by marylawilson


                                    

Composers of Humanity

  Composers of Humanity.                                            
Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart,
Schubert, Delibes, Verdi, Bach,
Vivaldi, Gershwin...
          I call upon your majestic flair!
Fine fingers gliding your virtuous instruments.
Only a genius can recognise within.
         Tormented by notes and millions
         Of musical complexities...
Composers of Humanity,
           I hail your granted gifts!
                                                                I Hail Your Glory!
(extract from poem by Maryla Wilson,
photographs from public domain)                                                                                           
Maryla Wilson paying tribute to Frederic Chopin, Ludwig Van Beethoven,
Giuseppe Verdi, George Gershwin, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Antonio Vivaldi

POETRY IN MOTION

Playing with words

Pictures with letters streaming in motion

Poetry of collection of the subconscious 

Poems of tiny snippets of the full meaning

Rushing to jolt down thousands of analogies   

Not to be forever lost...


(extract from poem and 
artwork by maryla wilson)