Squashing force by Marieta Maglas (phonics books .txt) 📕

Black and White

A white bird flying at day
Or a black bird flying at night
Or a black bird flying at day
Or a white bird flying at night
Black and white, black over white 
Oh, my Lord, how painful can be 
This need of touch in his absence
White and black, white over black
Oh, my Lord, how painful can be 
This absence of his touch
Black penetrating white
And white penetrating black
Never finding the gray.

Your Perfectionism

Your own perfectionism
Is an illusion
You are so obsessed 
With this idea

That you become a victim

Of your own mind games
Searching an illusory reason
To get it out 
Because
You just need 
To get free of 
Your own beliefs
Again
Nothing more.

The Colored Spin Wheel of Death

The vacuum of a spin
And people dying 

Style overcoming the substance
Being blighted by 
A dearth of dialectic

Decoding the coded languages
Preparing the public opinion

Trading information
Slipping out announcements
Aggressive complaints
Briefings
Specific channels
Separating 
Collapsing
Advocating the absence of something

Black holes
Orbiting each other 
Revealing in death spin
Collisions
Gravitational waves generating

Aircraft spinning out of control 
Kicking the rudder during 
A high angle of attack stall.

The market refusing to refinance at cheap rates
Triggering a "currency death spiral."


Toughness multiplying toughness 
In a descending spiral of destruction. 

The spiral of misery
Dramatically moving downward 
With a constant speed 

Civil conflict or a constitutional death spiral

Unknown conscience and rhizomatic revolution

Death of the 'Unipolar world''

Death spin of conscience

Human destructive impulses 
Destroying civilization and maybe all life

The connecting point of non-physical to physical,
The human mind being 
A never-ending spiral
Of complexity and creativity.

The One Mind projecting itself simultaneously 
As infinite Conscious Minds,
Experiencing itself
From infinite points of view 


Within its creations


Arctic icecap entering a "death spiral"

Maybe time entering its ''death spiral'' 
When anti-matter can sometimes mean anti-time


Getting the colored spin wheel of death
A false image about 
This wonderful world
If we are able to see through this illusion...

You Ask Me to Leave (Pantoum Poetry)

And you ask me to leave all behind 
Now when our moment in time is done 
Going nowhere with nothing in mind
'Cause you're my world and my special one


Now when our moment in time is done
I love you like there's no end in sight
'Cause you're my world and my special one
You're still on my mind all day and night.


I love you like there's no end in sight
You're inside me filling my soul's space
You're still on my mind all day and night.
I still feel cuddled in your embrace


You're inside me filling my soul's space
Going nowhere with nothing in mind
I still feel cuddled in your embrace
And you ask me to leave all behind

Dancing with the Moon

Dancing with the moon
And clouds like a spume
In our dream
Wilting the green of mirth 
Jingle slowly ripping into the quest
Of sea waves
And furrows of universe
Echoing in our hearts
Like the mute voices of under tone
Love lighting for both of us
Blinking like star in black hole
Feeling the invisible
Wall of criss-cross
Between us
Making me be seemingly invisible
For you
Hearing
A sacred song 
In our own time and space
In our new world of seconds
Forgetting ourselves
In His bath of love
Embracing you
Like earth 
The dawning sun
Dew beholding
The spin of light quantum
Kissing each other
Lips shining deep as when blessed
Moon dancing its wishes
Hiding its face like a virgin
Behind the clouds
Joy reeling through the dark shadows 
Heart swelling
When we feel each other inside
Abandoning ourselves
Feeling our fly
And the rain of feathers
Touching angel's wings
The cushion of spumes floating 
Forgetting me inside of you for a few seconds
Seemingly a few 
Mingling by waves of centuries
Embracing within and within
Understanding that you are completely mine
Understanding that I am a woman
An internal wave
Between sleeping and reality
A movement inside of love without moving the body
Invisible chorals and scallops keeping 
The light when finding embodiment
And the secret deeply enclosed
Being completely abandoned
Becoming your bone
Again for making you a new Adam
When you embrace my soul with your
Ribs
When I'm one of your rib
The most important one
Embracing me
For making me see your universe within
An amazing universe
The universe of a man
Hearing the symphony of our hearts
Our unfinished symphony
Dancing our happiness
Spaces slipping around
Understanding that I know you from another life
Keeping within its crest
By its enormous strength of waves
Understanding our love in itself
And our ideas in themselves
Understanding that 
I 'm a part of you
I'm you
And it's just perfect
Because I feel God.

The Intersection (Double Sun Chembow)

A three-dimensional space 
Intersecting 
Another multidimensional space
Changing each other 
Their coordinates
Hyper-planes in n-dimensions
Intersection of two solar systems
Changing of space 
And time coordinates
In this new modification 
Of electromagnetic dynamics
The total time resulting 
Being a vector
The intersection 
Of two different rays
At a different angle 
In a new light.

Pacific Trash Vortex (Triple Tetractys Poetry )

Waste
Sea green
Wavering
In slimy traps
In woozy circles
Gushing at the deep water horizon


Melody still rooting in bluesy rock
Gloppy red icing
Crooked letters
Violet
Colored
Dream


Fish
Yellow
Flimsy boats
Lanky white man
Muzzy from the work
Cloudy indigo sky hanging round all.

Metaphysics ( Triple Cinqku Poem)

Love
Virtue
Braveries
Understanding
Human synthetic acts
Conscience


Mind
Thinking
Transcendent 
Things in itself
Objects being-thinking
In self

And
Humans
Perceiving 
World in itself
Through prisms of transformed forms
In light.

The Computer Tree-Algorithm (Sextuple Crystalline Poetry )

A free tree is never rooted
Infinite complete binary tree

A finger tree has internal nodes
Each one in this tree has child nodes

And their connection is a walk
Parents and children walking the tree

Nodes without children are called leaves
While roots are leaves for the finger trees

Very intelligent words tree
Trees-no one-to-one correspondence 


Adaptive merging operation
Implementing finger searching trees.

Our Last Tango

I feel so lonely
In this room for two
Smoking your thoughts
And drinking your dreams
We're still in that Paris
Our Paris
Even we didn't dance yet
Our last tango
You're my sitting stone 
I'm your throne
Just open your petrified heart 
Only for a second
To understand 
That stupid metaphor 
Of being together
Which means 
Occasionally
Love

Concert on the Romanian Seaside

Vocal fold vibration
Simple harmonic motion
Nonlinear interaction of sound waves
Empathizing the rhythm
Of the naked music
And the embracing voice
Words and thoughts
Coming alive and vivid
At sound touch
Having its own sense of charm
changing depths of enlightened awareness
Discovering the thrill
Of seeing new interior structures
Protecting its innate purity
For the song in itself
For those souls
Who are engulfed in desire
And for his own vision.
His voice shimmering wings luminous
Pleasurably exalting
Those realms of the spirit just indelible
Those souls becoming vivified
And exhilarated
His songs
Swirling space sounds
Carrying their meaning into universe
The saxophone sounds cascading
Into the synth melodies
Billowing into the sea waves
Needing a dimension on its own
Silent spectators
Immortalizing the split seconds
With strong emotions
Applauses breaking the silence
Touching sights
Touching voices
Touching emotions
Between ebb and flow
The singer
Suddenly becoming a dreamer
For a sultry resonant world
Of an invisible woman
My own thoughts
Dancing with the glittering moonlight
With no other sound
But the hesitant sibilant sea
The ascension being silhouetted
Against the shivering waves
Ghosts of love
Haunting the moonlight
Creating a twinkle effect
Old words entwining
Searching the light.

When Rain Falls Down

I found myself in sadness, returning to the past
Those magic shivers were gone, even they could outlast
Like an old canvas painting with nuances of blue
Is my soul, holding back my tears when I cry for you.


I can't defeat the sorrow and I'm standing alone
I remember those days of love, but those days are gone 
I need that dream together and love to shine again
And life I got along with you,but all remained means pain


From time to time I feel this love and I keep my breath
To revive the dream , taste last kiss and my own death
You are so deep down in my soul and I'm still with you
When rain falls down , I defeat the lies, searching the true.

You know that my soul will keep the feelings safe all life
Because we were so pure and I was your loyal wife
I'm down on myself , I get myself up everyday
Because I keep His love and I never stop to pray.+

Sunset  (English and Sicilian  Quintain )

While the red butterfly melts its wings
Within the light red poppy chain 
The pink gray cloud of the sunset rings
On the gray pink sky the light rays wane
And thrown them in a cold bloody pain


The leaving sun abandons the sky
For a few hours and like crickets crawl
The whispers of oak leaves mean good bye
While the coming night is a dark haul
Looking at the moon with a black eye


The sun and the moon finds synergy 
Light becomes gray regolith of moon 
With helium fusing energy
Night makes moon looks like a big baloon
Or like swaddled in a big cocoon


Much more , like thoughts enveloped in words 
Or like souls carrying their divine love 
With feathers of light like Holy birds
In the rain with drops of divine globes 
Falling down for giving love awards


Like rain with drops of human spheres 
Pouring up to Him when they can hook
Or falling right down to disappear
Reverse arch getting a killer look 
Trying to provide fragrance of fear.

Their waves are liquid and drain insight
Of Earth , never reach infinity
They are like dark rays in the pure light,
Light rays are arches for Trinity
While dressed in wind seems to be the night


Stars are candles and night lights them all 
The colors withdraw in the lost light
In the black darkness they look so small
The seeds of dream germinate for fight
Becoming real for breaking their wall.

Truth and Lie

Knowing the truth means 
Knowing things as they really are
And as water is 
The mother-womb of all things.
So is the truth 
For the human beings
We all need to be rescued 
Even sometimes 
We lie to ourselves
Straining to feed 
The illusion of happiness.

Our Sliding Existence

I think it is the shadow of a sound
It seems to be so real
I'm in the prison of my mind
I think I hear the rude rain-drops 
Shrieking on the asphalt, 
It seems to be only the eaves drip
Or maybe the clatter of hoof-clipped stones
And scrape of gravel down.
I saw a light, I think it is a thunder light 
It's seems to be only an electrical explosion
I open the window and I see everything unclear outside
I think it is the smoke from a burning building 
It seems to be only fog in the air
I think your hair smells like imperial lily flowers 
It seems that the lily blooms

So beautifully in the cup when steeped
In front of our window
I'm in the prison of my mind
In our sliding existence

A New Dawn

A new dawn floods the whole sky
The voice of epiclesis
Flows on infinite, in High
On the slope of tenseness 

We seek The Lord in our vein
And feel rays of afflatus
When they deeply touche our pain
Dripping peace at hiatus

The Eye of the Thing

I looked into the eye 
Of the thing
And I said
''You are an instrument
Of knowledge''''

And the thing 
Moved in itself 
''You're amazing"-I said
Then I looked up and said:
''You're amazing''

Spaces of Faith

Spaces of faith Holy of Lord
There is a joy soul is waiting
There I will bear my pain

There the pain is free from tears
In the peace in His grace
Keeping the word of faith

There my pain is free from tears
Where The Lord shares always love
Found peace the soul of faith

There my pain is free from tears
Lulled to sleep on a dreamy wing
Found in a soul of wisdom


Leap of faith far from uncertainty
Far away from any evilness
Far from the worldly grief

The Eagles

The eagles can never know

The secret of the volcanoes 
When they seemingly fly carried
By the sliding winds 


Over cupped peaks of mountains
With the fire of their anger inside
Smoldering in the carcass of history

The eagles don't understand why

The green still suckles the spring's teats
And why the scream can be an echo
And the echo can be a scream.

But the eagles can hear

The cubic rocks which roll for rolling out
Their song
And the brooklet ripples which fall 
With murmuring sound

And the eagles can see

The winding forest path
Which is apparently suspended
Like hanging wall thoughts 
On the slope fringe
In a rock bizarre climbing story.

The Wind

The sharp wind sways the wet flame 
The cold rain like a storm tears numbs
The frozen buds before their intumescence
With desperate gusts the wind sighs
Sweeping the perennial cool-mellow grass
In sunless wane with disguised agony
He always comes from the top of the hill
Untangling his lips of his mouth 
That kind of mouth like an invisible cave
Stretching nonsense words like a prayer to nothing 
He dances his force with the willow trees 
Furiously riding on the bursting clouds
And he sings his tempest very louder songs
Trying to utter his selfishness
His dreams and his future chances.

Two Seasons

Glacial braids paralyze the silver time
Bearing that frost coming seemingly 
From the North Star
Ceremonial clouds enwind the light 
Of the very frigid sun
The