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The Road of the Righteous, The Pius-Thus The Saint

I am the catalyst

Mere casuistry of modern faith

I walked the land in search of you

Thou I knew little-

least of all your name

Your birth not realized yet

mine, an extension of my fame

I scoured the winding slopes

of Eire

In search of truth

I discovered change

Ireland, sweet Ireland

land possessed by itself

No greater beauty had I found

Immense dignity

and still…

A country’s… Continue

Added by Felicia on May 29, 2008 at 5:00 — No Comments


If tomorrow is a manifestation of all that has been obtained, learned and accumulated as of yesterday, and again as of today, why do we seek it--

Is there a greater truth unveiled only when we get to the tomorrow, as it is the conclusion of our yesterday?

Are we cynical today and pray for happiness tomorrow?

When is it okay to live right now in the moment?

When we photograph the scene, are we evolved or far removed from that moment, from which we hope to capture the essense… Continue

Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 17:00 — 1 Comment

It Happened At That Moment

It Happened At That Moment

I stood in the periphery,

Yet savored the enormity of sun

cast my way from

just beyond the garden



I stood, too enthralled to speak

too enamored to move

Then It touched my soul

the lush sweet smell of Spring

I reached out and ran my fingers

gently ‘cross the rose petals velvety embrace

My friend enveloped me with trust

Bade me see beyond the weeds castigation

See the… Continue

Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 16:30 — No Comments

Sea Lust And Greed

The ship came sailing in;

Upon its magnificent deck,

rested a cargo of fine silver and gold trinkets.

The many shapes and colors of precious gems

glistened from within the depths of huge trunks.

The laughter of evil men rang out across the quiet

vastness of the sea.

Their greedy eyes devoured what was rightfully ours,

while their blood splattered hands molested our very souls;

(As) we the crew silently prepared to die at the hands

of these… Continue

Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:31 — No Comments

Simmer The Heat

Honeysuckle... roses
Bees-- laughter of children
Barbecue and pool parties
Graduation-- changes pending
Sun showers and afternoons spent fishing
Sweet sun burning winter's skin
Noxema and repellent
Catching fireflies
Loving life

Felicia Maisey
Copyright ©2008 Felicia M. Maisey

Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:30 — No Comments

The Wind

My how the wind, the wind with its glorious self righteousness
soothes me, moves me to action, aids in my quest for peace
The wind sees all and knows all
It carries your whispers into the night'
and dreams into the day
The wind, the wind its power self evident
The wind, a healer of seasons, destoyer of lives
The wind someday shall carry me away to a better place

Felicia Maisey
Copyright ©2008 Felicia M. Maisey

Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:29 — No Comments

Through the Gilded Birdcage Frame

Like a wild animal, called upon to be tame

I swiftly exercised all chemicals from my veins

Savagely, I fought to maintain a little sanity

I mopped up after every storm, opened windows;

Pretended to breath

My wings were broken and I forgot how to sing,

Until at last, a ray of sun shown through the looking glass,

Setting it aflame

As the fire spread, I almost prayed for death to come

And allow me to escape the pain

But alas, I survived

Like a… Continue

Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:20 — No Comments


There are weeds in the garden.

Blending with the flowers,

Quite often they seem beautiful,

Distracting from view the essence of a blossom.

They feel like flowers and grow undaunted, if one is not careful,

Until, unattended, they strangle the life from the flower at its very roots.

The petals wither, drop to Earth, and suddenly the lovely garden is no more.

It stands barren; so alone, except for the colorful weeds.

There is no more scent to the air, no… Continue

Added by Felicia on May 2, 2008 at 3:19 — No Comments

The Timeclock

Have you ever truly considered the validity in the adage, "youth is wasted on the young?" Awhile back, I had a project for class, and I found myself reading a book entitled, "Dances With Luigi." The author was a young man hellbent on utilizing his American idealism in Italy, until a very astute and insightful neighbor befriends him and begins to assist him in his journey of discovery. As the author reconnects with his heritage and his family, long forgotten by his American relatives, he begins… Continue

Added by Felicia on April 30, 2008 at 17:55 — No Comments

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