Christmas Eve or Jazz

the notes trip over themselves
busy shoppers in a narrow hallway of a measure
blat
bee doo doo doo da bop pop punches
a woman and straight to the front of the line
we go.
Endless movement of shuffling and murmuring
dominates the line
the line with no end, the swift and uncertain
chasing of happiness,
the mindful chaos of improvisational
journeying, the end goal
a perfect piece that satisfies,
the reward is a smile.

Apathy

The first slumber is jarring,
you rebel. You shake like a prophet.

The second time, you knit your brows,
concerned but unsurprised.

The third time you sigh.

Oh my soul, that sigh was like a dying breath. You are asleep in your own body.

The song of life is no lullaby for your heart. Life hums and buzzes
with the work of billions,

and the keeper who sleeps by the hive is a dead man.

The Messenger

Backlit against the sun

like a black angel,

I am a dove beating her wings,

olive branch

delicate and new in her mouth.

Salt cracked lips smiling,

tears blown away by the sea wind.

I am the first of a generation

seeking land
in a flood. All the rest before us
angered God
with their greed
and their bile
and their endless talk of money.

They are washed away, and we float
above the drowned echoes of their voices.  Still,
we are lost.
I am sent to look for solid ground,
and I return with the first branch,
stripped from the first new tree.

Already, you demand a sacrifice.
We will never change. 

Moving to a new blog home!

I have a new blog! To read up on my current adventures and lifestyle, continue following me at www.eclecticboho.blogspot.com! 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.

This will still be a blog for poetry. I think I like separating the two.

Cheers!

The Well

More centered than marrow in my body,

is a well for you.

There is a deep blue, like layered pieces of glass,

and your reflection shivers

and shifts below,

quick as a silver fish.

I am deep. I am cold,

a draught for your thirst.

When you drink of me, I become more full.

You may draw up the cup

again and again,

I will never leave it empty.

Can water sing? In my mouth

is the sound of stones

descending. Your presence ripples my soul,

and I expand beyond

my own container.

You have carved your own place, and it is a well.

THE 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 : www.wix.com/iamnotmaggie/music

My website (www.wix.com/iamnotmaggie/music) 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!

Maggie

Music Video Shoot!

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.

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! 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