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Prometheus

Maria Fokas

PROMETHEUS by Maria Fokas Don’t turn away from life I hear the whisper of your voice In the footsteps that I take I rage and rage… But it makes no difference either way Your eyes…smile…laugh… and touch In the silence between the beatings of my heart It will always be there This I promise you my beloved friend: That in the absence of you I will remember you the most What we had and the words that we spoke I know now – I did discover the impossible Your soul simply a reflection of mine First raw and naive And … Continue reading Prometheus

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The Final Flame

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The Final Flame by Martin Hanley Copyright © Martin Hanley 1/29/2014 There is meaningless in knowing where the red thorn has wounded you, As idle performers cast echoes of what once you only knew. And the silver keeps on turning, reflected moon she answers too, While cold morning now is breaking, hollow explanations begin ringing true. Yet the sea still washes over, past your key a hidden clue. Your term is a short one coming, still you wait for something new, The keening wind performs its duty, stripping the worn providing the new. And in time this light will soften … Continue reading The Final Flame

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Anticipation

Maria Fokas

ANTICIPATION by Maria Fokas She knew no other way to live her life before him. Conservative was safe but an underestimated sin. Maybe she was damaged to remember things others could forget. In an unexpected scene devotion became deliverance. He was welcomed by her eagerness to embrace his captivating ways. But the day she believed she could rest her head on him – his broken words whispered; there is no truth to such a dream. And with his silence he disclaimed all the promises he ever made. And bit by bit, the future he had once uttered, faded away. A sinner she … Continue reading Anticipation

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Pictures in the Attic

Maria Fokas

  Pictures in the Attic  Rose Do you feel the shadows lurking beneath your skin when you lay down to sleep? I feel them every night. Sometimes petrified that it’s because I’ve become an imitation. Could that be it? Isabella I don’t know; maybe you just gave up. Rose Is that what you think?  Isabella To believe that darkness can hide mistakes helps us survive regardless of them. Rose A sham to pretend that eternity matters to someone who hasn’t the faintest idea where they will find the resources to survive from day to day. Isabella And why do you … Continue reading Pictures in the Attic

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Innocence Dazed

Maria Fokas

Innocence Dazed by Maria Fokas The woman knows she is seducing It is even a sin in most religions To tempt such youth With powers of soft scented skin   The boys are excited … Their faces glowing Naïve and pristine As not yet touched By a woman with such skill To kiss and spell Unaware of the dangers Not having once tasted… Sweet to the tongue Bitter to the longing The need to be satisfied By a ghost in their heads They merely plunge in thought Sexuality intoxicating to the touch The idea of throbbing is not yet painful For … Continue reading Innocence Dazed

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A Song to Call my Own

Maria Fokas

A Song to Call my Own by Maria Fokas A song to call my own . . . You asked me why I love you And a fear of wonder came to mind If I tell him will he flee? But then again how can I hide The most important thing to me? Is it the way you count my smiles – Is it the way you hold me when I cry – Is it how you make me feel alive – Is it how you promise to protect me – Is it how you let me be free to … Continue reading A Song to Call my Own

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Break Free

Maria Fokas

Break Free by Maria Fokas I can hear the cries of a story Fumbling through the glory Before I get out of her bed Need to get her out of my head She calls out my name Stay with me, she said   Nothing I can say to hide my pain As I’m spinning in her web Why do you walk alone? I need to know, she said    I can still hear the echo of her voice in my head Death dares knocking on my door I heard it all before You feel it when you hit the floor Too cruel … Continue reading Break Free