tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058938847640075502024-02-18T23:19:04.861-08:00I Am Not MaggieA poetry blog for the soul and the heart, in the grand spirit of Kahlil Gibran.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-76687423182588576932012-10-19T10:11:00.001-07:002012-10-19T10:11:30.508-07:00Imagining Her InsidesThere is skin<br />
and muscle and bone,<br />
the walls that contain her<br />
are most pleasing to the eye.<br />
<br />
The lacy filigree of blood,<br />
red swirling rococo<br />
from her toes to her tongue.<br />
<br />
Her heart, that mighty engine,<br />
pulses like a fountain<br />
in the courtyard of her ribcage.<br />
<br />
Her brain is a maze,<br />
I wander through the hedgerows<br />
and pause to admire<br />
a most beautiful thought.<br />
<br />
As perfect as Versailles,<br />
she turns to see her reflection,<br />
and frowns.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-77033845736810640922012-10-15T13:16:00.002-07:002012-10-15T13:16:54.907-07:00heavenly creatures go home earlythey fade like the moon<br />
pale faces resting in death<br />
such beautiful girls<br />
<br />
elegant sadness<br />
is the art of young ladies<br />
who wish to vanish<br />
<br />
and here I remain<br />
ordinary but breathing<br />
too ugly to dieUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-54824115810850193992012-10-08T08:32:00.001-07:002012-10-08T08:39:12.446-07:00we are ghostswhat remains of us?<br />
words float away on radio waves,<br />
circling your heart like a school of fish.<br />
<br />
where do we go?<br />
we are the final trick in the magic show,<br />
you fold into a box as softly as a dove.<br />
<br />
and when we love,<br />
does it live on?<br />
<br />
beyond the now,<br />
the echoes sound<br />
a million hearts<br />
are beating out<br />
<br />
and haunting<br />
every living lover.<br />
<br />
who lives in us?<br />
I know the song your soul is singing<br />
we are ghosts of a past, remembering.<br />
<br />
what remains of us?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-43136976701632491032012-09-27T14:40:00.002-07:002012-09-27T14:40:10.606-07:00I was your secretMeet me<br />
at the bottom of a still black lake,<br />
that is where we still live in love.<br />
You were always my night watch,<br />
where light cannot touch,<br />
you are still my breathing god.<br />
<br />
Ripples<br />
we will never make,<br />
silent and deathlike our masked faces,<br />
I never forgot you. I return now to pledge<br />
my fidelity to this bitter war we have waged.<br />
I will drink your hate,<br />
<br />
I remain a hole<br />
where you pour your discontent.<br />
<br />
They were always heavy,<br />
the words we meant,<br />
and I mean them still.<br />
I am yours to take,<br />
if you meet me at the bottom<br />
of this still black lake.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-62548019309688973362012-09-25T17:51:00.002-07:002012-09-25T17:51:33.243-07:00The LiarA great eagle is resting<br />
on my shoulders,<br />
his talons are tapping<br />
at my collar bone,<br />
his beak is plucking<br />
at my brow.<br />
He beats his wings<br />
about my ears,<br />
my head is pounding.<br />
Heavy, he rustles,<br />
his feathers tickle my cheek.<br />
It is a great weight,<br />
this majestic creature<br />
on my shoulders.<br />
I know he is bloody,<br />
I see it in his claws.<br />
He turns his head with mine,<br />
as my gaze falls on you, love.<br />
I carry a hunter,<br />
and he will feast on your heart.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-83672075049342709672012-09-13T07:13:00.000-07:002012-09-13T07:13:16.285-07:00MoneyI dread the stink of money.<br />
When I find a pure thing, a perfect thing,<br />
it is not long before it's delicate flavor<br />
is ruined by money.<br />
<br />
Many of my desires and fears smell of it. They equally reek.<br />
<br />
How do I free myself from money?<br />
In a world of so many empty mouths,<br />
every crumb and drop has a price.<br />
<br />
Death also reeks, and I would not have that either.<br />
So I bathe in coins and smell of the world.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-81634039136959209392012-09-13T07:10:00.002-07:002012-09-13T07:10:47.439-07:00That comforting hopeSailing over a broken sea,<br />
with high flags flying.<br />
<br />
I cannot bring the breeze<br />
but I can let out the sails,<br />
<br />
because,<br />
the winds of change are coming.<br />
<br />
They always come, my love,<br />
they always come.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-69756192853760001282012-09-13T07:08:00.001-07:002012-09-13T07:08:06.663-07:00Find YourselfWhere is your heart now?<br />
You have hidden it so deep,<br />
even your sadness<br />
cannot find you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-21059815215480186372012-09-06T09:34:00.002-07:002012-09-06T09:34:40.093-07:00PanicI went into that sacred place,<br />
that glowing strand of soul in me,<br />
and asked my quiet self<br />
if I had understanding.<br />
<br />
Like a rolling wave of grief<br />
that crashes on Love's shore,<br />
my secret self gave no relief<br />
and I was afraid.<br />
<br />
Fear made my hands closed fists,<br />
and my mouth was an open scream,<br />
things poured into me from the world<br />
that had no meaning.<br />
<br />
I listened to that fear rage<br />
like a gale that breaks buildings<br />
and I shook until I was broken.<br />
Again, there was silence reigning.<br />
<br />
Only then my glowing core,<br />
that is me at last and was me before,<br />
smiled and said, "You will fear no more,<br />
and you have understanding."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-58440754388437146512012-08-14T08:02:00.000-07:002012-08-14T08:02:00.276-07:00And suddenly, you're soakingHow many droplets<br />
must fall down before we say,<br />
Now it is raining<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-71359736688999325082012-07-20T12:49:00.001-07:002012-07-20T12:49:43.238-07:00Play It SafeI am going to sit in a chair,<div>
she said, </div>
<div>
when I grow up. </div>
<div>
I'm going to click my finger and stare at a screen,</div>
<div>
and go home and make dinner</div>
<div>
and fall asleep.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am going to sit in a chair,</div>
<div>
she said,</div>
<div>
and never stand up.</div>
<div>
I'm going to always jump when they say "jump",</div>
<div>
and go home and drink a bitter cup,</div>
<div>
and drink deep.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am going to sit in a chair,</div>
<div>
she said,</div>
<div>
and I said fine.</div>
<div>
You must not whine and <span style="background-color: white;">you should not pine,</span></div>
<div>
you chose your choice as I choose mine,</div>
<div>
and the price is steep.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am going to be safe,</div>
<div>
she said,</div>
<div>
and smart and sound.</div>
<div>
But no risk is still risk when you have a hand,</div>
<div>
and never play your cards when you know you can,</div>
<div>
so it's cards you keep.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-68004627713870441352012-07-03T13:16:00.000-07:002012-08-21T15:17:55.600-07:00On Fire and BurningWe light the lamps<br />
that never go out<br />
and pray<br />
for the blue sky in the morning,<br />
but the sun rises<br />
brown and red and grey.<br />
They say<br />
"GO!"<br />
and so we march,<br />
the horizon isn't fast enough.<br />
We'll make it come closer,<br />
we'll make it stay<br />
bright, then brighter.<br />
We are on fire<br />
and burning.<br />
Nothing stands in the way<br />
of feeding the embers with green and gold.<br />
All the forests and all the rivers<br />
were made to snap and crack<br />
and sway.<br />
The world is ending,<br />
so they made<br />
a ladder higher than the others.<br />
Run towards the planets,<br />
run away.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-88577576454341924862012-07-02T07:17:00.001-07:002012-09-13T11:50:44.839-07:00This is how I dieHere I am<br />
all the atoms of my body gathered together<br />
humming<br />
inside the fist of God;<br />
waiting<br />
to escape<br />
and spread<br />
like diamonds across glass<br />
over the face of the universe.<br />
I think that when we die,<br />
it's like the unveiling of stars at night<br />
to the vastness of eternity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-51276561995205533482012-06-19T14:06:00.000-07:002012-06-19T14:06:18.295-07:00the two who become one lose half of themselvesYou offer me peaches and turn down the bed. We are soft to each other,<br />
we use our palms, we serve. We speak at half volume<br />
and words are careful. <br />
<br />
I go to sleep early and you work late. I wake up late and you leave early.<br />
<br />
I clean your plates and cup your cheek. We make delicate plans,<br />
we check in. I leave my phone in my pocket. I forgot to write down the song I was<br />
singing in the car. I was going to paint. You wanted to hear your new record but you wait.<br />
We had planned to go to the park. <br />
<br />
It's not important. How was your day? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-88446341339806250662012-05-07T14:10:00.001-07:002012-05-07T14:10:40.591-07:00The Tired Woman's SongGive them your skin, mother,<br />
give them your hair.<br />
Give them your youth, mother,<br />
give them your care.<br />
<br />
Once you were rocked<br />
now you are rocking,<br />
once you were listening<br />
and now you are talking.<br />
<br />
Give them your heart, mother,<br />
give them your eyes.<br />
Give them your hope, mother,<br />
give them your lies.<br />
<br />
Once you were beautiful,<br />
now you are kind,<br />
once you were yearning<br />
and now you're resigned.<br />
<br />
Wiser and weary<br />
and broken and lovely,<br />
your joy is your labor,<br />
your labor, your glory. <br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-62793254745517061732012-04-26T14:31:00.002-07:002012-04-26T14:31:16.561-07:00The first noteI get ready. My knees pop<br />
and in the silence, it is like the shot before a race. My heart takes off<br />
for the finish line. I do not breathe.<br />
<br />
This is why I love it. I forget. <br />
<br />
I open my mouth and here comes the first note.<br />
Too loud,<br />
offensive, almost. It is such a surprise.<br />
It moves, washing over upturned faces in the dark and silting down at the back of the room.<br />
<br />
I shake with the birth of creation and awareness, I feel hunted and worshiped.<br />
<br />
The first note is the true gift, the sounding bell of pleasure for the<br />
ones who listen. A connection exists.<br />
<br />
It is like the first touch<br />
from your first love, <br />
when you suddenly knew<br />
that your heart was too small<br />
to contain<br />
the riot of your soul. <br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-36516785129432091922012-02-04T15:49:00.000-08:002012-02-04T15:49:12.641-08:00Christmas Eve or Jazzthe notes trip over themselves<br />
busy shoppers in a narrow hallway of a measure<br />
blat<br />
bee doo doo doo da bop pop punches<br />
a woman and straight to the front of the line<br />
we go.<br />
Endless movement of shuffling and murmuring<br />
dominates the line<br />
the line with no end, the swift and uncertain<br />
chasing of happiness,<br />
the mindful chaos of improvisational<br />
journeying, the end goal<br />
a perfect piece that satisfies,<br />
the reward is a smile.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-60465905651526946672012-02-03T14:15:00.000-08:002012-02-03T14:15:30.409-08:00ApathyThe first slumber is jarring,<br />
you rebel. You shake like a prophet.<br />
<br />
The second time, you knit your brows,<br />
concerned but unsurprised.<br />
<br />
The third time you sigh.<br />
<br />
Oh my soul, that sigh was like a dying breath. You are asleep in your own body.<br />
<br />
The song of life is no lullaby for your heart. Life hums and buzzes<br />
with the work of billions,<br />
<br />
and the keeper who sleeps by the hive is a dead man.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-85300274506200743772012-02-03T14:04:00.000-08:002012-02-03T14:04:38.695-08:00The Messenger<div>
Backlit against the sun</div>
<div>
like a black angel,</div>
<div>
I am a dove beating her wings,</div>
<div>
olive branch </div>
<div>
delicate and new in her mouth. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Salt cracked lips smiling,</div>
<div>
tears blown away by the sea wind.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am the first of a generation </div>
<div>
seeking land<br />
in a flood. All the rest before us<br />
angered God<br />
with their greed<br />
and their bile<br />
and their endless talk of money.<br />
<br />
They are washed away, and we float<br />
above the drowned echoes of their voices. Still,<br />
we are lost.<br />
I am sent to look for solid ground,<br />
and I return with the first branch,<br />
stripped from the first new tree.<br />
<br />
Already, you demand a sacrifice.<br />
We will never change. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-9315923842808685512012-02-02T12:01:00.000-08:002012-02-03T14:18:35.456-08:00Moving to a new blog home!I have a new blog! To read up on my current adventures and lifestyle, continue following me at <a href="http://www.eclecticboho.blogspot.com/">www.eclecticboho.blogspot.com</a>! I'll be chronicling the things I like, whether it be music, art, food, fashion, travel and decor. Life is so busy and full of adventures, but we should never forget to stop sometimes, and document the awesome things we're seeing.<br />
<br />
This will still be a blog for poetry. I think I like separating the two.<br />
<br />
Cheers!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-48653931111446673892010-04-27T18:38:00.000-07:002010-04-28T14:05:50.430-07:00The WellMore centered than marrow in my body,<div>is a well for you.</div><div>There is a deep blue, like layered pieces of glass,</div><div>and your reflection shivers</div><div>and shifts below,</div><div>quick as a silver fish.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am deep. I am cold,</div><div>a draught for your thirst. </div><div>When you drink of me, I become more full. </div><div>You may draw up the cup </div><div>again and again,</div><div>I will never leave it empty.</div><div><br /></div><div>Can water sing? In my mouth</div><div>is the sound of stones</div><div>descending. Your presence ripples my soul, </div><div>and I expand beyond </div><div>my own container. </div><div><br /></div><div>You have carved your own place, and it is a well.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-43797175677683677202009-12-17T22:45:00.000-08:002009-12-17T22:49:24.431-08:00THE CD IS OUT!!!Tonight is the release of 'Change. Love. Surrender." It's officially available for sale!! Woo! To order a copy, go to my website : <a href="http://www.wix.com/iamnotmaggie/music">www.wix.com/iamnotmaggie/music</a><br /><br />My website (<a href="http://www.wix.com/iamnotmaggie/music">www.wix.com/iamnotmaggie/music</a>) is where I'll be doing most of my blogging from now on, so check it out and see what you think! You can listen to the new songs, keep up with gigs and see new videos :) Yey!<br /><br />MaggieUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-41704082344640771942009-11-27T11:35:00.000-08:002009-11-27T11:53:18.137-08:00Music Video Shoot!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TL6L0XpuPiVI44h73JygRwHhSH0Vg6Czyzy8mDsfCtPYJizR9PvZtqHV0mOyZr9DuZHegUa6VFNILFwIgzixa7-M0_pTIaAkgtiQVvMv7lrrABS7t_ZbAH8woCgATUkvryXfEJ5ujFzm/s1600/66b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408871803972778114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TL6L0XpuPiVI44h73JygRwHhSH0Vg6Czyzy8mDsfCtPYJizR9PvZtqHV0mOyZr9DuZHegUa6VFNILFwIgzixa7-M0_pTIaAkgtiQVvMv7lrrABS7t_ZbAH8woCgATUkvryXfEJ5ujFzm/s400/66b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>On Wednesday I had my first official music video shoot for the upcoming single "We Will Never Die." My producer, Will, and the very talented film maker Danny Kersic headed the project. We'd been talking it out for a few weeks, brainstorming, storyboarding and scouting locations, and finally at 4:30 am I woke up, got ready and headed out to the set. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The video is set in this giant field and while it was really really really cold, seeing the weather change all day and getting to be outside experiencing and documenting everything was so beautiful. I was very moved by the excitement and energy of my friends that agreed to come out toweather the long hours with me. We had so much fun! Here are some shots of what it was like. There's an awful lot I'm not showing you, because I want some of it to be a surprise, but I'll at least give you a teaser ;) If you want to see all the photos, click on the link below to go to facebook and become my fan on my fanpage! I've posted 47 exclusive photos of the shoot! <a href="http://www.facebook.com/tos.php?api_key=c87ca98ae20aa379f511b953d22c1bcc&next=http%3A%2F%2F67.228.94.19%2Fwhichfriend%2F%3F_fb_fromhash%3D1df8b62d9221be8fa0397efadd06a070&v=1.0&canvas#/pages/Maggie-Smith/172131110341">http://www.facebook.com/tos.php?api_key=c87ca98ae20aa379f511b953d22c1bcc&next=http%3A%2F%2F67.228.94.19%2Fwhichfriend%2F%3F_fb_fromhash%3D1df8b62d9221be8fa0397efadd06a070&v=1.0&canvas#/pages/Maggie-Smith/172131110341</a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-25890936330051133042009-11-11T16:27:00.000-08:002009-11-11T16:44:50.681-08:00Link to my new "first listen" video!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30styd-fr34">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30styd-fr34</a></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Click above to watch my new video and hear 30 seconds of the last song on the album, entitled "Can't Fight." Only 36 days left until the album release! Gah- I'm excited and nervous all at once :)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505893884764007550.post-54845175821580910612009-11-05T21:42:00.000-08:002009-11-05T22:06:22.597-08:00for the little princeThese thoughts have veiled<br />and settled<br />like gauze over roses,<br />the stirring snags and destroys.<br />I am pulled<br />in ten tender directions.<br />Things move in me and ache like the absence of a thorn.<br />The world is so small, and I can walk to see the sunset any time I like.<br /><br />But I like<br />the dark, and the stars.<br />I like imagining the friends on planets I have never seen, who might love me,<br />if they knew me.<br />And I think of them,<br />those strangers who will tame me,<br />and the hurt<br />is for their soft hands I have never felt,<br />and their bright shining eyes that have not cried with me.<br /><br />It is strange<br />to look into the night and see<br />the spaces between stars, the black<br />that is endlessness.<br />It is like looking into the future and divining all that you will ever know,<br />before you know it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0