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music flows from lips and as words meet sound bound and found me, your eyes wide open, soul sprightly greeting thee….


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Intention #33 (April 24, 2013) by Megan Seaman

"laughing at the pain left in the watercolors..."

“laughing at the pain left in the watercolors…”

“Maybe if I think you hard enough

You’ll be mine.

I’ll wish you – want you – wistfully whim you

Into reality, serendipity, destiny

And see your bright blue eyes

Gazing at me with a twinkle

And a grin – Yes, a smile

Walking through doorsill

Stealing my will to deny you any longer.

And against my tenacity for sorrowful sourness

You’ll woo my heart to the warmth of your

Tender softness.

Your pure essence – a creative soul of deftness

At burning late day clouds away

With your hot-hot sun

We’ll have fun, Will,

While the kids laugh and play

By seaside, salty and soaked to the bone

We’ll look back in time and realize the signs

Were all pointing to sandy steps.

Laughing at the pain left in the watercolors of

Some murky wet paper, some class, some teacher

Long longtime ago,

We’ll know that tears wept then

Created the sea before us

And the cries were echoes of seagulls

With wanderlust

For coastlines like the one

We stand upon today in

Lingering light of July rays.

And we’ll breathe the sea air and hear

The giggles of children with no care

For sad stories of yesterday.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 

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The Butterfly and the Sea (March 4, 2013) by Megan Seaman

tattooed tales of future wishes willed by you.

tattooed tales of future wishes willed by you.

“Don’t get sour, I say

When she flutters away

Your forehead shows lines of contempt.

 

The Butterfly, beautiful with her

Iridescent twirl

Blue and green way she tempts.

 

Your mind is frazzled

But your heart is dazzled

By the flitting fleeting boom.

 

Of wings as they flap

And legs as they tap

On petals loosened by wind’s tune.

 

The Butterfly flew

Over earth that was new

To the shores of Atlantic Sea.

 

Wooed by warm days

In lovely late May

She was searching ardently looking for he.

 

And I saw her dance

Taking the chance

Over silvery salty waves.

 

But he swallowed her in

With his cool saline grin

Dost not comprehend how the heart behaves.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 


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Divine Suffering (1-17-13) by Megan Seaman

 

"angel came down from heaven, yesterday"

“angel came down from heaven, yesterday”

“The illusion of being Objective

Set up by a masculine kind

Who, when born She the God above,

He committed the Ultimate separation

And created the densest veil

And He was bitter as he looked

At his sisters who had kept

A piece of the Divine

And could go back any time to

The One.

But instead of examining His covered creation

He blamed his sisters because

He could not see Spirit

Or Allah or God

So took the name himself and

Invented the story of the rib

Pulled from He.

Then made Her pay for everyday

Of His Divine Suffering.” – Megan Marie Seaman


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Boxed Up (7-30-2012) by Megan Seaman

Cat in a box

“In the clutter and clatter

Of old clanking things

I stumbled upon

Battered boxes dusty

From their own decay

I couldn’t help myself

From pulling them open to discover

Lost memories hidden away

In dirty depths were

The pages of twenty-two

Years past, and they unfolded a path

Taking me back

Down treacherous road

Full of broken glass and strange fluid

Certainly destructive with one single touch

And as words violently

Reckless wrestled in front of me

I felt a shutter of fear

Run right through me

As I saw the young girl so lovely, but lost

She was fragile like butterfly wings and subtly cross

It scared me, she frightened me

Just seeing her face

So I closed that box with its disintegrating flaps

Pushed it away

Now as I sit here

With dirty box at side

I am warmed with a fire that burns inside

That the young girl with her sullen eyes,

She strengthened her wings and let herself fly

So this dusty container is all that is left

Of a past life, its karma met

And completed,

moved on to other things.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 


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Want Love, Get Close-up (8-18-2012) by Megan Seaman

“Just perfect except for those

Holes, those spaces, black dark

Depths, scary, ‘cause who knows

What lurks beyond red gums

Lover’s spit of 21 years

And other things that lovers bring

The taste of sweet cream or

Sounds of seductive screams

But you don’t want to know

You’ve made up your mind what it

Means.

Those gaps are too close for comfort

And remind you of the breaks

In your own mouth

And how you tore apart every heart

That was given to you – ravaged

Them and bled them with

Your perfect white canines

To you that ivory with all its

Places in between was unfinished and

Just plain ugly

Wretched

You said “maybe it was the floss that made

Them so open and wide.”

And maybe it was!

Perhaps those who decide that

Running silky strands

Through tightly

Wedged life really do begin to

Feel the space between and free themselves right.

 

Even so, I took that shot

Straight down my throat

Novacaine  covered the pain

As he rebuilt the teeth

Filled in the gaps that

Left too much to be revealed

Now, they are solid and structured

Beautiful little white things

No holes, no spaces

Just one perfect wall of pearly white

That will smile

A mile of splendid sun

Pretty as a picture and

Guaranteed to keep you out!” – Megan Marie Seaman


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Just a thought (6-5-12) by Megan Seaman

Visit to the Man in the Moon, Silver Lake, CA

“Stony blue sueded mat

Lay flat so that I might

Ride that magic carpet

Through gardenia and jasmine blossom

Intoxicating with sweet summer air

Captivated with blue eyed stare

From the magic man of the moon.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 


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Untitled 337 (5-30-2012) by Megan Seaman

“Fleshy thoughts

Sweat and sex

Mounds of skin

Thin from moments

Upon moments of

Thrush and thrash

Trashing our hearts

Smashing the parts

Hidden and forbidden

To be seen

To be heard

 

Beats, beats, beats

Of fists in rhythm

Sounds like hearts

Thumping pumping

Mistaken

For true love

Sent from above

I touch my face

Feel the little land mines

Signaling an explosion

Any fucking minute.” – Megan Marie Seaman