Across the miles

Jun 2, 2007

Current mood:drunk

Across the miles

Flashes of silver light
From across the world I feel you calling to me
Your heart reaches out for mine
Miles in between; nothing matters
My mind drifts to thoughts of you
Your scent, your feel, the essence of everything that you are
My dreams unfold before me
The heat of your body I feel
The beckoning of your lips to mine
There is no distance in between us
I see you lying in wait for me
My body calls for you, my heart aches for you
Alas, the miles prove to grave a distance
Sleep becomes me


Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- June 2007

Night's Embrace

May 25, 2007

Current mood:happy

Night's Embrace

Light through darkness' window
The strong line of his back the light unveils for me
Moonlight shining revealing every rise and fall of breath


A Hand it reaches out to impel me
The heat is felt a second before the touch
of skin
Welcoming warmth and wetness of beckoning lips


The scent of perfume, cologne, and him fill my senses
With unbridled strength of beauty his arms embrace me
The hearts that beat as two, now beat as one


Overwhelming sense of freedom- it engulfs me
Our bodies intertwined- his passion fills me
With manic breaths- we sink into this moment


The passion is exploding deep within us
With energy spent in this blissful fervor
Our bodies fold and comfort one another


Then the night it takes us to her slumber
She reaches out her dark arms and then enfolds us
A restful sleep in love's responsive pleasure


Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- May 2007

Can't Let Go

May 25, 2007

Current mood:cheerful

Can't Let go

Spirits lurk in the cool breeze of night's black cloak
Floating in and out of sight
On this cool wet earth, in the fresh night air, in my open mind, and back to earth again
Shadows move in the loud quiet stillness of the night's dark embrace
Remembering long ago memories, recalling familiar steps, revisiting loves long since lost
Dancing, Laughing, Being
Calling, Calling, Calling
Never again to be seen, or heard, or felt again
Floating in and out of sight
On this cool wet earth, in the fresh night air, in my open mind, and back to earth again

Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- May 2007

What child is this?

May 21, 2007

Current mood:weird

What child is this?

my mind is reeling there are so many thoughts racing through my head and i can't seem to make sense of the images everything like a whirlwind of memories and thoughts and dreams and nightmares spinning out of control taking my sanity with it...
the words are flowing out of my mind into the computer and i can't seem to stop the deluge of video reels that are playing like a marathon of bad B movies none making any real sense no plot lines with mediocre dialog and a host of unknown players all this just playing in the monochrome movie theater of my mind's eye over and over like so many broken records that are left scratched and dusty in a cardboard box kept in the corner of theattic of my mind...
What sense am i to make of all this wreckage that i see that i hear that i remember of faces and voices of friends and enemies and the long forgotten feelings of times and instances gone by like the flash of lightening bolt  seen through this endless sea of memory covered gauze curtains blowing in the sweet winds of a long lost, long forgotten sanity there is no definition....


Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- May 2007

Blurred lines

May 15, 2007

Current mood:calm

blurred lines

blurred lines, rolling fog
confusion born
there is no true definiton
it is all in the perception


Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- May 2007

My Heart Once Beat For You

May 9, 2007

Current mood:peaceful

My Heart Once Beat For You

At the first sight of you my heart was whole

As it grew to know you it grew in love

It's beat grew stronger, and when you drew near they grew quicker

My heart swelled so full that at times it felt like it would burst

The mere whisper of your voice, your breath like a warm breeze on my neck, the slightest touch of your hand...

My heart knew you, my heart loved you...

Then it happened one day that my heart skipped a beat...

It skipped a beat at the coldness it unexpectedidly felt...

With the harshness of your words, the way you turned away, pulled your hand away from mine

In that instant a piece of my heart fell away

But still it would try to beat with the same fervor as before...

At the sound of your voice, at the slightest glance made my way, with tiny smiles it perceived...

My heart knew you, my heart loved you

Yet again came a night, when my heart skipped a beat

The coldness it felt, and the aching so deep, was something so profound that it skipped one more beat

The words that you said- inflicted wounds that would not heal, the cold shoulder you gave- as the tears poured out new, then with silence so deep- you rewarded my love...

A few more pieces of my heart fell away with every unkind word and harsh look made my way

Yet in vain my heart knew you, my heart loved you

No more glances, or wayward touches, no longing looks, or playful words...

There was not fruit for my heart's labor, no harvest to collect, only pain and sadness lingered as it slowed within my breast

One last pathetic effort was put forth by my poor heart once more

It was in the form of begging, and in pleading its poor case, But on deaf ears all the crying fell, and no avail did it make

For your decision had been made, and it was not my heart that you made yours, but another heart that beat for you was the choice that was made clear.

Then again my heart it shuddered as it skipped another beat...

And more pieces of it fell and gathered on the floor next to my feet..

Yet my heart still thought it knew you, and still wanted so much to love...

So weakened, now it listened to the anger in your voice, to the curses that you screamed at me, felt the lack of care in every push...

A pain so fierce it jarred the core of me, as I felt my heart give out, felt my life force rushing from me, wounds so deep that I passed out.

In the morning when I woke up, I was startled by what I found.

My heart still strongly beat within me, though it was torn, and ripped apart

But with every breath that I drew in, and every dawn with morning dew

My heart grew and became stronger but now it beats no more for you...

My heart will always longing remember that she once knew and once loved....YOU.

Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- May 2007

The Electricity Is Off

May 4, 2007

Current mood:creative

The Electricity Is Off

Fucking bitch
Who are you to randomly fuck me
I paid what I had, all I had
I went without food
Living on stale cereal and water
You don't see or care about my life
You don't know how my heart sinks into the depths of my tired soul
When I wake up to darkness and quiet in my electricityless house.
To you- Catarina Cardenas
Who put the order to accept full payment or no payment
You- Ms. Cardenas
Who took all I had and still stabbed me in the back
You- you heartless CPS whore
Who doesn't care that I don't have the money to pay it all today.
I paid all I had, all I could.
You- Queen of Hearts
Screaming, "Off with their heads!!!!"
How many more did you punish today?
Was it the single mom?
Working hard at two jobs to support three kids
Living in a delapitated apartment building
Who paid what she could, all she could
Now what little she did have will spoil and little Juanito's milk will sour
While she desperately stands on a street corner
Hoping to earn enough money just to turn the damn electricity back on
Enduring a stranger's sweaty, grease covered body on top of hers
Ravaging her, pawing her with filthy, dirty hands
Just so that You- Catarina Cardenas
Can do a job well done
Or perhaps it was the old man and woman
Who live on a small fixed income
Where the wife is ill
And it's get the medicine or pay the electricity bill
He worries and works his tired old body to death
Cutting lawns, doing odd jobs, and anything else just to get by
Who has to bury his pride and steal a moldy loaf of bread
Just so that he and his sick wife can have something to eat
And do You- Oh CPS Grim Reaper
DO YOU SEE?
NO
You- behind you solid oak desk
With you botox injected face and bleached blonde hair
With your happy little family pictures and the "My Money and My Daughter go to A&M" bumper sticker on the back of your 2007 Toyota Highlander life.
The Electricity Is Off


Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- May 2007