THE UNIVERSE



Beyond this serpent of time  
There is a vast universe.

   Stars, comets, living space

   of floating masses,

Forever expending within the infinite.

Dark energy bonded with...

   Floating, forever floating

   into infinity...
poem and artwork by maryla wilson

Your Star Was Born

Stars are Born Everyday.
Your Star was Born on a Very
Special Day - Your Birthday.
   And Every Year, at 12 am,
   Whilst You Sound Asleep,
Your Star Shines through a Secret
Invisible Wall In the Universe.
To Bless You Shine for the
Next Year ahead.
   In Your Sleepy Wonder,
   You Smile upon The Star,
   Blowing Gently Loving Kiss.
   Softly You Whisper:
"Thank You Dear Star For Shining
Me Every Minute of Times"
"Shine Me Bright in the Next Year To Be"
           "This is My Wish"

(poem and artwork by Maryla Wilson)

I Am Falling... Please Save Me..

I am Falling,
Falling slowly,
Falling deep,
Floating before my fall.
Please save me.
Save me,
Before it is too late...

(extract from poem and artwork
by Maryla Wilson)


They Want My Soul

My body alone is not enough...

My Souls is the essence They thirst for.

I feel the living, hungry breath behind me...lurking

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

  

MY DEAR BAROLD

My dear Barold,
Remember you by...
     The Gentle giant,
     Gigantic genus of
     Sweet flair persona.

Of the darkest nights,

On brightest of days.

Caring so ever,
Suredly Intriguing.
With Mind of one of a kind,
Brilliance of a genius
Heard by platitude on timeless
Encounters of loudly fun.
   Sharing smirky joke along
   With infectious laughter,
Followed with the infamous,
Long contemptuous glare
Of deep brown stare.
Crowned with your loving lips
"Princess Precious"...
Closeness so often distant.
I just want to tell you
Dear Barold...

(extract: poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

I WISH I NEVER MET YOU

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artwork by maryla wilson

I wish I never met you 

I dare not to forgive you

You are who you are

I stand silent...

But can I...

BEWARE OF MEDUSA

extract poem and artwork by maryla wilson

Beware of Medusa,                          
The irresistible Temptress,                        
Guardianess and Protectress
Of pure and mystical love.
    Do not dare to betray your beloved
    On a dark stormy night...
She will hunt you down...
To suffer stone living death.
            Beware!

THE WORLD OF MY CREATION

The world of my creation      
Is it what it seems
Or is it my pretense?
You tell me
For I live in a distant lands...
Is it just you?
Or is it me?

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)
 

TIME

What Is Time?
Where Does It Go?
The Red Movement Of Dance
Flickering Through Your Body...

I Contemplate Upon My Next Step.
Such A Relative Ponder.

(extract from poem and "Contemplation" 
oil painting by Maryla Wilson)

MAESTRO DELIBES

As angels were ascending upon this Earth

Highest notes of harmony perfection

Hailing Maestro Delibes

A composer of the greatest...

(extract:poem and artwork 


"Lakmé" Opera by Delibes.:
Tribute to Composer Leo Delibes

 by Maryla Wilson)


POETRY OF LIFE

Disguised in Poetry of Life,
Resides my My Soul...
Vivid dreams, forgotten realities...
Did you ever experience the same?
Will you let me know...

(extract from poem by Maryla Wilson)

Artwork by maryla wilson

THE FACE OF WOMAN IN LOVE

             Through You I see,
            What I never new existed...
          The face of woman in Love

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

Lady Caroline Lamb Fell Prey To Lord Byron

Lady Caroline Lamb...                                                                                       

Like a lamb she fell a prey
To the notorious Lord Byron.
Exuberant vivacious beauty,

With no regard for social etiquette...                                                                                                        
Madam, nor You, nor I knows
What Love is!!
Lord Byron and society
Had shunned Lady Caroline...

Whatever happen to Lady Caroline...

extract poem and artwork by Maryla Wilson

ANOREXIA NERVOSA

extract from poem and
artwork by maryla wilson

In the name of beauty
How did You become
Old before Your time.
How do You see Yourself in the Mirror ?
Vanishing slowly, tragically.
Please listen!
For I'm unbiased stranger.
Nourish Your Body, Mind and Soul.
It is not too late
To claim Your Life again...

Farewell Alex, Until We meet Again



You stepped down upon this 
world for just a brief moment..
To enchant our hearts and souls...
   Alex, one of the finest, magnetic 
   yet humble Man...
   Like a breath of fresh air,
   you warmed our lives with a big 
   heart, intellect and cheeky smile.
   You shined your Star with love 
   and compassion.
And I miss our discussions of 
humanity, the meaning of life,
and music...your great loves 
and passions.

 We all knew you with Love, there 
was no other way of knowing you.
You left a mark deeply in our heart.
Farewell Dear Alex.
May God Bless You Always..
Until We Meet Again..

poem and artwork by Maryla Wilson

Child Of My Own

maryla wilson artwork

It is hard to believe! 
Child I hold you in my arms. 
Child of my own.

Child of ancient dreams.
Child of mystery.
Child of the world.


Child, who are you?
You are God-with-us.
You are every child.


You are every dream,
You are every whimper and cry.
You are every exhaustion and struggle.
You are every smile and delight.
You are every pain and misery.
You are every giggle and joy.


You are God-with-us.
You are born now,
It is hard to believe...
at least until I am willing to hold you.


Poem by Shane O'Connor

Destiny

Artwork by Maryla Wilson

Wherever You are, or whatever You are
Your personality is determined by an individual Star.
That glow is important in the nightline sky
And as you look upon it you ask the question why.
Why am I here for, does the question lie above?
Is that Star shining through for a sign of Love?
No matter how much it shines or what it means to me
The Star that shine high above is my Destiny.

Poem by Kerry Wilson

OM and Meditation, The Power of Attraction

OM is a vibration and first Sound of Creation (of the Universe). OM is the vibration of the Supreme. The vibration produces sound. Without energy, there would not be sound.

Painting by Maryla Wilson

There is a phenomena in Tibet...when it is snowing, the vibration of OM shakes the snow forming the actual sign of OM on the Tibetan mountains.
  When you say OM aloud or in your mind, you stop all thinking.
The "chatter" in your mind, does not ever stop...but when you say OM, you put all the thinking on hold. On average, we hold up to 120,000 (one hundred and twenty thousand) thoughts per day; per person. This is a phenomenal figure. This is why using OM as a tool for Meditation is so powerful, because you put all thinking on hold.
  Any pray is a form of Meditation. Buddhist Monks and Buddhists, as well as other people use OM for Meditating. 

Artwork on healing crystal by Maryla Wilson

OM can be integrated with the "Power of Attraction" for manifestation. In Universe, every "Action" creates "Reaction". To create the Life that one wants: better Health, better Wealth, better Self, Abundance, Prosperity.
Meditation is easy: To read more Go to...link 
      
   

Life Is Sacred

Artwork by Maryla Wilson

 If One takes Another's Life
Does One have Their Right to Live?
With cruel act, does One surrender
Their Own Right to Live!
Does One Surrender Their Own Freedom?
Premeditated, cruel, crazy act of madness
An act of One's crazed Animal Face
One surrenders It's Right to call Itself Human
One surrenders It's Right to Live as a Free Man.
One caese to exist as a "Man".
Human Life is Sacred!
No One has the right to cut It short!

Artwork by Maryla Wilson

Farewell Dame Elizabeth Taylor

Sleep Tight Violet Eyes...
Enchanted World You Left Behind.
79 Diamond years
Shined Your Magic,
Your Bright Star Smiling To The World...
Farewell Dame Elizabeth Taylor...
With Gods Speed...
Farewell Cleopatra,
Mark Anthony Awaits...

 (extract from poem and 
artwork by Maryla Wilson)



PETER FRAMPTON

Peter Frampton 

Presented To Viewers
On The Oprah Show
As "The Rock Star"
"I Am A Musician Now,
Not A "Rock Star" Any Longer"
With Humility He Declares...


(extract from poem and painting 
in acrylics by Maryla Wilson)

ON THE FOOTSTEPS OF ANCIENT POMPEII



Artwork by Maryla Wilson


 On the footsteps of ancient Pompeii
Dark night lit in red furry
Crazy hope escaping marching devastation
Streets and houses crumbling fleets
Consumed by angry Vesuvius...
(extract from poem by Maryla Wilson)

Beware Of Pitfalls Of Fun

Drugs, Alcohol, Gambling  
Creeps Up On You
You Slip Into It...
Your Life Once Free
Beware Of Pitfalls Of Fun..
They Will Damage Your Veins
They Will Hurt Your Heart
They Will Ruin Your Life
They Will Bleed Your Soul.
        Beware Of Drugs!

(extract from poem and artwork 
by Maryla Wilson)

DON'T END YOUR LIFE

Don't end Your Life! 
It is not Yours to take.
I feel for You Dear Friend,
I feel Your pain,
Screaming with desperation...
To save You,
Somewhere, somehow...
Wait! Fight it!
Things will get better,
I promise you
Don't end Your Life...
Please hear me!...
(extract from poem by Maryla Wilson)

PLEASE SAVE ME!

Please Save Me!
I do not want to be a Hero
I do not want to be put to a test
Let me live my humble Life
In peace...

(extract from poem by Maryla Wilson)

Photo by Maryla Wilson

DID I MEET YOU IN THE ALTAR...




Artwork by Maryla Wilson

  

Did I meet You in the Altar...
In the infinite corridors of silence
With only Your Presence...
When you are in the state of "I AM"...
You forget to speak...

(extract from poem by Maryla Wilson)