Patricia Etienne, 20 stycznia 2012
I'm the product of what he had written for centuries ago
A figment of his visions the rest are yet to come.
An envoy with a different portrait among so many
Thu my perspective and intention are of his directions
I'm no fairy tale whether than you think of me
I'm no imagination of what your thought may seem
I'm human, rather say a flesh, with dust and breathe he created us both.
By now, you should acknowledge that I can't be gone with the blink of an eye.
Upon his will I'm leading this nation
Your impertinence onto me hurt him more than you may have thought.
Your plots verses me have raised good patriotic concern from many
Now, the all union crews are on the verge of dissension.
I'm of destiny and by all means- it's to charge
I know nothing of my past present and future
I know nothing from the string of my hair through the tip of my toe
One thing I know he cast me a vote and so I'm a voice among you all.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 20 stycznia 2012
The moment of anguish
Alley of betrayal
Scene of suffering by one man greed
Garden of lost hope
Awful, dreadful night
The beasts, unmerciful men, armed
Marched toward the pure, innocent soul
Gethsemane! Gethsemane!
He was tied with ropes and arrested
Accused for no known cause
Pilate, “for I find no fault in him”
Thus he was flogged
His garment was torn
With the crown of thorns
His blood dripped from his forehead
Bathed his face, body and sweat
Put to shame, degradation, pain, sorrow
Condemned and crucified
O Bethlehem! O Bethlehem!
The Lamb of God
He came to save us sinners
We gave him deception and death
O sweet courage our virgin lady!
For your martyrs and torments
For witnessed the great sacrifice of the lamb
You stood the pain with fortress
And with great compassion
Blessed be! Blessed be!
O Jerusalem! O Jerusalem!
Sadness has landed onto your land
The deep dark sky cried of despair
For our saviour has been sacrificed
We all are sinners!
With his compassion,
He took the part of a man for our sins
The prophecy has accomplished
He defeated death!
Maranatha!
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 20 stycznia 2012
Just early dawn
Clear blue sky
Hear the birds sing behind the glass window.
Stand in the midst of her horizon
The wakening of the rose bouquets.
A wonderful allure
A perfect therapy for the eyes.
The fresh scented smell, things to come
It's going to be beautiful!
She, in the morning is the same at nighttime
Especially, with her black satin negligee.
Portray the pattern of bright stars and luminous moon.
Enough to sway any man off balance.
A very happy soul
Can as well be really pretentious.
Very reputable for her mood changes
Her roller coaster body temperature.
And her majesty green weepy eyes.
The Cleopatra to all men eyes.
The renaissance of beauty.
The happiness by all mean.
April is blossom with Spring.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 14 stycznia 2012
As daylight appears above the
earth's horizon
My thoughts begin with this perpetual race
In which my
inner voice always steps in to the rescue
On the pretense of reassurance,
Whisper the very same tone and lyric
"Here's cheers to your pain"
"Here's cheers to your sorrow"
"As it happens long and gone"
"The
damage has already done"
"time to let go, something meant not grow"
These words usually carry me through for sometime.
They are
constructive and wholesome
They are used as a basis for relating values to
my issues
They are used as principle to reach me out
They are supposedly
therapeutic words, useful while they last
But how long can I dwell on
this trend of words?
When each day, all I can see is the same old face
The same mask is haunting me down
The same scenario with a repetitive
play in my eyes
His sound of voice echoing in my head
Fiona, Fiona,
Fiona...
His breathe, heavily on my face
Frankly, words are not enough
to heal my pain
This carve in my wrist is done as in a cry for help
A
sign of psychological disturbance.
But how can I receive proper help?
When all along, I've been plastering the truth
I've been ashamed to say
that I was raped
Yeah, I finally say it!
I bursted out the pain
I
was raped...
By an unknown core
The evil man, who constantly disturbing
my sleep
I find myself in the circle of rape trauma syndrome.
Now my
inner voice whispers a different tone and lyric >>
"Here's cheers
to your strength"
"Here's cheers for breaking the silence"
"Here's
cheers for coming out of the isolation"
"Here's cheers for taking the step
toward your healing journey"
© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne
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reserved
Note from author: To all rape survivors, While there's no way to
change what happened to you, but you can at least speak up. Don't fear reprisal
and feel ashamed, please take action!
Patricia Etienne, 11 stycznia 2012
Just before dawn sitting on the balcony, heavy winds blow with gravel dust smear my eyes into tears.
Then, thinking of you
Asking myself the unanswered question
Why do I love you so?
In the mist of the night, thoughts racing through my head, wake up sweat and heavy breathe
Then, thinking of you
Asking myself the silly question
Why is my heart beating so hard for you?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If sky could speak, perhaps my only question would be answered
Because above...
I raise my head each time I have wondered
About that...
My heart is so happy whenever I see you,
But then again...
I rather turn my head the other way
Knowing...
It pierces my heart to the extreme just to have this feeling onward.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Many times I have felt for girls,
But then...
Cannot compare a soul to how I feel for you now
Many times...
I've heard my friends complain of love that hurts,
But then...
I didn't think this could ever happen to me
Simply...
I thought that I could control my heart about anything!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now, Sephora is the girl my heart yearning for
My remaining question...
Does she feel the same way I feel about her?
O' worthless,
I feel by exposing this capsule of words
Unexplainable...
When a poor man's heart is consumed with feelings
Reality is...
To break silence in a serene mode, before driving to the insane road.
Note from author:
I was inspired by my friend Eric O'Connor, after our discussion on the factor about the equation of falling in love.
Patricia Etienne, 5 stycznia 2012
He came into my life like a gush of water he dispersed everything away
My friends warned me of him, but his strong poetic words transformed my heart to weakness
Gave him my heart and strength with no measure
Then the romance felt good. Each second spent on a high note of excitement
************
Like the only marble left on the round, yet unable to realize
His name was the only one showing on my caller ID
Just like another woman I were to him
But being buried with my naivety of blind love incapable to acknowledge
************
So sad outrageously sad, my heart genuinely desired him
But for him, simply nothing it was just to kill time
flipped his note book, mark down his agenda, point at his next prey
Another one next door, a weak character, or fantasized how his next lust would be
************
His shallow heart and his incentive actions
Brought heart to fear, brought love to regress and hope to lowest point available
Trapped in his arms, as though I made acquaintance with Dracula
Was concluded when my heart was drained out of blood and touch
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 5 stycznia 2012
No mountain shall be an obstacle to climb up
No river stream shall be too ferocious to swim across
Even when black smoke obscure the road
When winds blow with gravel dust
When the last cent spent
Not a drop out of possibility
Could be at the last grasp of breath
It will manifest!
The written parchment of all human tasks
Disclose by our earthly missions
If it was meant, it would be
Whether it's a crown
A cushioned chair
Or a risen star
Fate!
The mystery to all!
**´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨(**
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 5 stycznia 2012
They clap and clap till their hands grow tired
Sing with high tone till their voices worn out
For leaders of untruth words
They cast their votes with the wish that change will be
Once tasted the cushion chaise
The rhythm of the drum alter to a cymbal tone
The dance steps are followed together as one
By far all promises climb up the tree
Poor souls of this Island
Have been waiting for a perpetual new ray of sun light
All leaders voted as a motive for their voices
Turn out to betray and shatter their hearts
Cruel, hatred of unknown kindness
Trample on the conscience of devoted electors
Deliver false illusion
To a nation that is moaning for hope
To all are rip-off their fair rights
The wrong and the bad are at large
What fair can be drawn out of madness?
No cure for this island soul.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 30 grudnia 2011
*********
Shall we not
Go on through everyday
Bickering
Yapping
For reasons
I've cometh to believe
That are untitled
*********
For I'm ceased
Not to conflict I rest
Dickering
Brightening
Best way
To lay the cards
Full house of aces.
*********
Where I stand
In the flamingo flock
Fluttering
Tingling
My heart
Whisper but love
Please read between the lines.
*********
Why portray
Like a beast with no heart?
Puncturing
Frightening
A pity soul
Who looking for nothing but
A fragment of your attention.
*********
Why portray
The devil like you are?
Crumbling
Sinking
One's heart
Upon my pain
I wish but to rid of
This crazy love.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 30 grudnia 2011
Don't cry for me
When I'm no more
Rather...
Please
Be glorified
~*~~*~
Better off I'll be
From this strange life
Injustice...
From
Fallacious system
~*~~*~
This constant black shroud
Hold before my eyes
Barricade...
I
Remain motionless
~*~~*~
Expressions of my face
Are invisible by many
Strange...
Understood
By children
~*~~*~
Being on this battlefield
Far too long already
Striving...
Enormously
Losing faith
~*~~*~
When I'm no more
Faraway I will be
From...
This
Twisted Era
So
Very please
No sorrows
Preferably
Adieu
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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