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)

 

WINDOWS

                                            

Countless windows,

Big and small, tall and narrow,

Short and wide, white and black,

Of different colors and shapes.  

Fascinating architecture...  
(extract from poem and 
artwork by maryla wilson)                                                                          

Religions Condemn Homosexuality

          Religions condemn homosexuality.
          Some preach: "God created Adam and Eve,

          Not Adam and Steve".

          For I tell you, True God,

          The only one there Is,

          Loves all of his Children, regardless

          Of their sexual orientation.

         
He loves, Adam and Eve and Steve

          Of all color and race and sexual persuasion.

                       ...Why...

          Is our Mother Earth still flat ?

(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)

I Shall Consult My Friend

 One Day, If I Shall Not Be Able To Speak,  

I Shall Consult My Friend.

The Friend Who Resides Within Me.

The Friend Who Is My Best Friend

And Worst Enemy As Such.

...

Are These Truths Or Are These Lies...

(extract from poem  and artwork by maryla wilson)

Diana, The Royal Princess

Diana, the proud English Rose.
The Royal Princess of the British throne.
I hold you so dear.
My sweet soul sister,
Child of the universe.
I hold affinity with you alone.
Have we met before this lifetime,
Beyond this world.
My broken heart forever.
The broken heart of the World.
 ...  
Suddenly, I felt your presence
Embracing my whole being   .
I felt your loving beauty,
For only a brief moment.
Yet, it lasted so long.
You honored my soul with yours.
Thank you Diana for this precious gift.

   (extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)                                            

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

extract form poem and
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)