A Mother’s Love

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A Mother’s Love

For every single thing you have done
I’m thankful each and every single day
As a loving Mom, you are the only one
That could blare vividly like sunshine’s ray

You stand by me, no matter the reason
And each of my siblings with great care
Through any and all tempestuous seasons
No matter what, you are always there

Angelic cherubs could not even measure
The pillars of strength you hold inside
Your unending motherly love is my treasure
Through the trials of life, you are my guide

I love you now and through the end of time
Continually echoing beyond the sublime

By: Zy Marquiez

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Hallowed Angel


Hallowed Angel

That soft symphony enchants my senses
Spiraling my emotions each out of control
Amatory temptations blossom ever more
With every second she caresses my soul

All of those words charmingly resounding
Written carefully from the outset of the nib
Impeccably sung by the heart of an Angel
Yet composed sweetly by a young cherub

Soft and yet graceful this Angel sings forth
Pure elegant tunes coming from her heart
A sacred seamstress of poetic perfection
Her voice, purity – a Heavenly work of art

Venerated forever, she sings melodiously
Using all of the notes I have come to love
Gazing at her singing I then realize slowly
This Angel is more than I could dream of

Celestially precious this Angel I have met
Angelic perfection upon me she bestows
May the spirit she bares always be eternal
As the seraphic heart that within her glows

By: Zy Marquiez

Imagination

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Imagination

Imagination…
Can Imagine Nations…
As cells within a Universe…
Where You and I Verse …
At the University …
Thence muse, within Universe Cities
And detach a bit yonder…
Thus, we go on and wonder…
…about the meanings of life..
And how synchronicities are rife…
With the greatest of rapture…
When we go recapture…
All that’s beyond our vision …
Like a intensely soft submission….
To all that is mind-numbing, yet real…
Like when consciousness reveals…
Our real eyes…
That realize…
Real lies…
that unseal cries…
and often crystallize…
Where the profound inner sanctum is found…
Thence promptly then unbound …
Slowly towards infinity …
Wholly spawning affinities…
A Youniverse of possibilities …
Where we dream, manifest …
Of worlds not oppressed…
Thence journey on a quest..
Where there is ceaseless freedom…
Those shadows? We don’t need ’em …
To the gallows we’ll thus feed ’em …
Because they really wouldn’t treasure …
What they really couldn’t measure …
What is priceless; what has meaning…
And they kept on falsely leaning…
On all truly material …
Rather than the wondrous ethereal…
That helps us feel surreal …
That shows life’s true bliss…
As we all journey on through this…
Door way of our soul …
Finding out what makes us whole …
Reaching now the door way…
We go my way? We go your way?
Our key – Imagination …
You’re free – endless creation…

By: Zy Marquiez ©
January 10, 2016

Media Manipulation Machine

The media matrix tells us how to think
But your gut keeps drumming otherwise
This media matrix is their weakest link
Those not turning it off will face demise

Open-minded skepticism – light in the dark
Discern, verify, recheck, then ruminate
You find irregularities which incite a spark:
“Was that event planned, or was it fate?”

The box keeps spitting its lies, war & fear
Claiming they stand for peace & justice
Always unbiased! – Almost in the clear…
Yet,many lies, can I really believe just this?

Methodical & trenchant – time to gather info
By then reading articles, books, dox & papers
Before you know it, you are a truth nympho
Finding deaths, lies & even sinister capers

The propaganda cannon stands in your way
Solution? Unplug from the box, its old news
Come hell or high water, this is YOUR DAY
Let us see what OUR reality really holds true…

By: Zy Marquiez

Mind Warp

Imagination rises from the nightmare in life
As it searches through this vaunted reality
Fighting all propaganda in unending strife
The system will face its unending calamity

Warped blue-pill realities methodical tear
Through vaults of emotion in all extremes
True virtuous individuals, is very much rare
As it most always is with tyrannical dreams

We are attacked relentlessly from all sides
Yet our mind expands – a bastion, ironclad
Psychological attacks all deflected in strides
That would usually drive stalwart men mad

Thorough & resolute, consciousness holds firm
Exalted with passion and the truest certitude
In manners that make death dealers squirm
Last thing they want is a courageous attitude

Melting the chains, time to start adventures
To follow y/our dreams – endless imagination
Ruminate slowly about where then to venture
A free individual’s dream is of boundless creation

By: Zy Marquiez