Maria.Loving.World

By MariArts Books

Maria.Loving.World episodes

March 04, 2021 Smoke
She'd need to melt in smoke
In order to forget his every touch and every stroke, she'd need to smoke...
To fly away that way where birds...
where the mad bloody birds
are meeting joyfully the spring dawn
She isn't meant to be alone...
1 min
March 04, 2021 Houses_huddle
Houses huddle, all multi-colored
There are always flowers on the windowsills
Randomly, unexpectedly, miraculously
A myriad, an armful of nobody's dreams
Brought by the wind somehow fabulously...
I'm running in shoes, in a spring raincoat
I am in a hurry to meet with myself
And as if it seems, and as if it's dreaming of
meeting a true love...
Let it be invented, but it will come true!
Mosaic of thoughts, birds live chirping
On the main square the grandeur of the Radnitz
And the spiers sharply resting on the Universe,
They raise my thought and then prostrate it
I am a stranger here and everything's unknown...
I run and fly and I compete
With my unbridled destiny
Let passers-by be surprised
Walking slowly along the pavement
The cobbled pavement...
Houses huddle, all multi-coloured...
3 min
March 01, 2021 Kukushka cover
Tsoy
5 min
February 26, 2021 FarFromEarth
Selflessly, selflessly
Casually, anxiously, carefully...
You want an answer from me-
I'm an alien, completely unearthly...
I'm flying away... far away,
weightlessly, easily
Dissolve, disappear...
I leave my winged sorrows there
I release all birds to the wild -
No matter what's behind...
Rejoicing, I grant them eternity, a share
As if the tree swayed gently
leaving its leaves to the air,
As if I woke up from a dream
As if the thaw's just touched me
But it did not stay...
boundless striving for paradise
Let me go, I'm leaving for good now...
But leaving you a living heart,
We are eternal from the start,
Two souls United...
What for? -
You want an unearthly answer from me...
Scraps, scraps, scraps of pages...
They turn into white and delicate birds...
They all fly with me
Breaking away from the Earth + (bonus) Russian version
3 min
February 26, 2021 SugaRnSalt
Wrap in a fabric
Tie with a white braid
Put on the threshold
Sugar crystals, [no gold]
And at the mid-night
Hold the candle-light
The pure sugar you take
Turns into the guide
Who will read your fate...
Wrap in a fabric
Tie with a black braid
Put on the threshold
Pure crystals of salt
And at the mid-night
[Any corner's tight]
You will see your fear and despair...
You will see your pain
And after the rain
You will come to pray
For your Angel's stay
If the path is honest,
Then it's mostly thorny
If the path is thorny,
Then your spirit's stronger
Than e-ver before...
To cross once the abyss
Without bridges burning
To swim across ocean
Without being drowning -
Hold on, you will survive...
Remember just one thing
Salt-n-sugar has been
The essence of our life.
2 min
February 26, 2021 Anaesthesia
Erase!.. Insist on it! Delete!
If you are ready, I ask for surgery...
Try to ease my soul through intervention...
My passion, tenderness, intentions...all vain.
It was just chronic, but nobody could see it...
Could they believe it? Could they comprehend?
I couldn't ask to give a hand...or could I?
Did they agree to help or easily deny?
Deny without understanding of the reason..?
The last sunset in February...
It's going to be crimson...
There is no pulse under such circumstances -
Did we take all the chances?
Tear off. If possible, I would like with the skin.
So the reaction could not go beyond the limits.
We ain't those ones who we have always been...
A couple of minutes left, a couple of lines,
A couple of minutes...
He and I, doctor, are madly similar in such trifles,
He would have ripped me off as well
I am as usual more daring...
Did anybody warn you how despairing...
The time in isolation could become, didn't they?
Look: what the scars they are! And no trace left?
Please, reassure me, I don't want to plastic afterwards...
No weapons and no knives, just words...
They won't believe, dear doctor,
that I could get hurt like that...
They won't believe,
their thoughts would drive me mad...
They still don't know, that I can read them.
From chapter one to chapter N...
For me, every footprint is like a burn
And I won't bear it anymore...
Cut bolder. Give much stronger anesthesia
In order my soul catches some amnesia...
Will it? It won't. It's just a dream...
A whim in winter? Just a dream...
I will try not to twitch,
not to remove your hands...
Nothing can make me itch
For the right cure...
My lips are rainless sands...
Pure and the worst overdose of him in my blood
My body and soul need to restart
Will you make a transfusion?
Against an illusion of life..?
_______________________________
The operation seems to be successful.
It doesn't hurt anywhere anymore.
The red-hot thread of words
did not touch any worlds
The cardiogram's straight.
Nothing knocks in my chest.
I remember the consequences.
Doctor, thanks. I'm better now,
You are the best.
4 min
February 16, 2021 WomEN
Morning or evening women?
2 min
February 16, 2021 Demarcation Line
You and I are bipolarly different,
Our dialogue's thought provoking,
but rather deliberate...
You and I are half-breed and cautious
but we miss the same things
[lonely days without you got me nauseous]
Every talk hides a story within a story
And my dreams are becoming your new territory
Would you notice me there in a crowded place,
If you met me once, would you embrace?
But so far we've been involved in the everyday race
We're running the errands of ours, we chase
Counting down the months, the days and the hours... therefore days are numbered,
[therefore, they are mine]
Unless we meet up at the line...
with the friendly temptation
The line that is called 'demarcation'
1 min
February 16, 2021 Striving
I won't live without love and passion
In vain to long is only suffering...
In vain to love is only repenting...
Why everything turns out so awkward...
So put a spell on me
And rhyme your loving word...
You are my sounding soul, that hurts,
you are a soul dripping with blood,
Dripping blood on the road dust...
Despite it all, soul strives to lust...
1 min
February 16, 2021 Not a waif
Brother,
Maybe you think your woman has a reason to distrust you...
Or maybe, she does not have any reason...
Whatever season is, whatever words or past behaviour [never too late]
She's built to trust your present state.
She's feeling you in every single moment.
She's calm, her pain has gone,
her torment has gone
You gave a chance to her to trust you
Once felt vulnerable, safe and secure -
Opened emotionally, energetically,
spiritually and physically to you -
She was giving, she was living,
She was loving you...
So hard, so whole as the entire world!
But once [just happened] she felt rejected
Felt disconnected with her deepest feelings
There was nobody to navigate her
through her biggest pain...
The Earth at once became so plain,
The whole world suddenly became an empty space, she blamed herself in her disgrace.
Subconsciously she knew
She had to save herself
From the dark shadow within you
It could hurt both
As long as you ignored to salvage or to own it
Once you have shown it...
It was fear. But was it fair?..
By being honest to yourself
Staying in tune with your desires
By being authentic we are not the liars
Our enlivened presence is the gift
From ephemeral to the real it's a shift
The gift is love given by heaven
This way you will become the safest haven
In which she will return to feel safe
Love is true essence, not a waif.
2 min