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Patricia Etienne

Patricia Etienne, 20 stycznia 2012

~*~I'm of Destiny~*~

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

Patricia Etienne, 20 stycznia 2012

His Traverse

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

Patricia Etienne, 20 stycznia 2012

She's April



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.


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Patricia Etienne

Patricia Etienne, 14 stycznia 2012

`~The lyric of Fiona~`

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!


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Patricia Etienne

Patricia Etienne, 11 stycznia 2012

``Sephora``

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.


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Patricia Etienne

Patricia Etienne, 5 stycznia 2012

Just Another Woman


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



 
    


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Patricia Etienne

Patricia Etienne, 5 stycznia 2012

*Oh it is Mystery*

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!

**´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨(**

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Patricia Etienne

Patricia Etienne, 5 stycznia 2012

~ No Cure~

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

Patricia Etienne, 30 grudnia 2011

~*This Calf love*~


*********

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.


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Patricia Etienne

Patricia Etienne, 30 grudnia 2011

*~No mourns~*

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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