Maria.Loving.World

By MariArts Books

Maria.Loving.World episodes

July 26, 2022 Give a hand
On the roads that were split by fate
Give me your hand so that there is no fear
Give me a hand or two...
I'm not sure...
of anything.
Oncoming cars on the road
Give me your heart to hold
And our joy will be eternal...
Prove me, we are the only,
at the beginning of our story...
And we will write another song -
Take me there under common dome
which is above the inner sorrow
On-road and off-road
Let's start believing in 'tomorrow'.
I will return to you - the heart, the truth,
Your hands, your joys, your dreams,
the life you choose...
And on the roads that were split by fate
Give me your hand,
Please, give me your hand.
1 min
May 26, 2022 TeaLeaf
I don't have a TV,
And I don't use any messenger.
Can you recognise me?
Can you feel me
In the crowd
of a random stranger?
I'm like a small tealeaf
dancing in the white heat...
Can you talk to me?
Can you see me whatsoever?
I've become a stranger to myself,
Giving love and hope to abstract people...
Ain't no all alone, but deeply lonely 'self',
Sometimes being cured by neighbourbooks
taken from my shelf or nearer...
Well, I talk to them,
And sometimes they talk to me...
Noone's heard my recent "help" -
And my "be or not to be".
1 min
May 26, 2022 Connections
The voice of the wind is like a wild horse
The voices of the winds hoarse
But there are singing summer thunderstorms...
I've written everything,
but not the destiny of yours...
I have no choice, just to confess
In the deepest inner deliverance...
I have no choice, but let you go
We used to have a strong resemblance
of the Soul,
now it's the biggest difference...
Still remembering who you are,
I could almost lose my mind:
How to convey your weightless trail
Through the rhyming words of mine?
How to convey the nerves sway
Or a sudden tender touch of yours?..
How to convey your multiple roles
In my loving worlds?..
Maybe, it used to be
One of the strongest connections.
2 min
May 26, 2022 She To Be Heard
To hear a woman when she is silent -
A task impossible for many...
Who knows, a heart is only vibrant,
But is there ever any...
Impossibilities of silence?..
Can she be heard in sadness or in happiness, in emptiness, in her miraculousness or in her sacredness and her sweet tenderness?
In mute reproaches and
in ardent passionate confessions?
In her sudden hysterical crying
and in her unique cheerful laughing?
Delighted, maybe disappointed?
Can she be heard?..
What is she being silent about -
Her soul, her heart... No doubt,
The secret's got its magic keys
She may be silent, but she speaks...
Just look into her eyes...
2 min
May 26, 2022 Won't Tell
I won't tell anyone what my tiredness is
Not to hear in response,
That I am a smith
of my miraculous fortune and happiness...
Am I looking for their best advice?
Before I say anything, I will think twice...
I won't tell anyone what my darkness means
Not to hear in response,
That it is just a mist
that happens before the sunrise...
I only ask my Angel in the twilight
what it's all about
And I will ask to let me go,
When there is no way out.
1 min
May 26, 2022 HELP
Oh, I would take it all for everyone -
I'll take the every rhyme
in our life delirious...
I'll take a pine,
and dipping it into Vesuvius,
in heaven -
I'll write a word,
a single word of mine:
H E L P!
Capital letters,
And Letters,
That have been sent worldwide
Nothing really matters
Nothing's left in our wounded heart
A dash! And just an empty mind
We can't do anything...
With the sincere repentance:
H E L P!
Applying to the Angels,
Martyrs and the Lord
With love and hope
In final throw
the very last chord
H E L P!
1 min
May 26, 2022 The post-war children
The sky in May is like turquoise,
The march is being played and it's victorious!
I looked into my grandma's eyes,
I saw a fragile tiny girl at once
And at the same time - she's a warrior!
That hungry rear, that war, a mortal fear...
Is twelve a lot or it's a little?
Alone she stands - nobody near
And from above it is a whistle...
It is a whistling falling bomb.
Someone was screaming, then it's calm,
And then it is completely calm,
it's dark and silent.
The trouble laid like cemetery cross -
The only breadwinner left for the front.
The girl could not believe in loss
She thought, it was a namesake
in the funeral...
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Keeping these memories alive in their heart,
Grandparents of the war still
do not sleep at night,
Staying with us by our side
Praying for us -
for the post-war children.
2 min
May 26, 2022 A friend
She is writing the poems
On Friday night...
By the light of the crying candles...
He was a friend of hers,
But why
Has he decided to join the Angels?..
He was a friend...
Why are friendships coming to the end?
Why is the wind whispering songs
to heavens?
Why is the time once shifting to the sand?
I felt your presence,
I often felt your presence...
1 min
May 08, 2022 Friday...
Searching within yourself for answers...
Does sadness in public become laughter?
Alright. Then, what is after?
Twilights...
Twilights...
And finally Friday...
The inner law 'Do not reveal your secrets'
is perhaps the most correct of all...
What mistics!
Friday we used to be stick to
Friday...
But she can't stand it anymore...
1 min
May 08, 2022 Come to me
Tea is over, just come to me...
When you know that
there's no more power,
when the darkness seems to be
so unbearable -
Come to me in that difficult hour.
When your life has become so similar
to the plots of the terrible dreams...
When your routine's become so regular,
So it drops you into fatigues
Come to me,
I will find a few words for you,
I will find for you hundreds of words...
I will find for you million roads,
Ridding of fears and anxieties,
Ridding of all insecurities...
Come and scream out loud,
Keep silence...
Come just something to say
In the spring or in summer to stay,
In December, in March or in May
Or when there is noone to go to,
Come, when you need someone to warm you
Come anytime to me...
2 min