Unspoken Words

Music Dances

2013-11-06T14:01:00.004-08:00

Music Dances

Blurring the lines and crossing over

boundaries of ethnic dispositions.

Fingers dancing over hot keys

lingering on warm notes, surging

through the speakers of lyrics.

The sax, trumpets and horns

blazing, seductively pounding!

Bellowing in the air, releasing waves of creative energy!

Propelling its universal voice across the sea, shifting the current.

Vivacious vocals leading the way

raspy, raw, smooth and mellow.

Releasing orgasmic rhythms and exploding melodies!

Leading compositions, saturating the spirit

with the solemn sounds of a bass.

With no inhibitions and without hindrance

striking against the beat of my heart

music dances!

-Melecia 13

The Mourning (sorrow of a haunted love)

2013-11-04T12:18:00.002-08:00

In a sense of commonalities, he has grown too use to this. It is
breathing her in to live...entering death's bliss.
Trying to replace that scent, lingered
on lips...the stale of a kiss.

"I take my fill but the spirit condemns me still.

To love and be loved is now a fictional tale with a tragic ending.

To look upon her words escape me, she was fair and quiet cunning.

Bound to memory's chains, yet her thoughts of me now remains amiss.

So as I touch her pale cold hands, how do one maintain?

I longed for a second chance or at lease...the first again.

When I looked into her eyes, now lifeless...I see no purpose.

I occupied that place in her heart...now vacated, no longer chosen.

No more exchanging words of love... her lips are frozen.

And although she remained still, cold, stiffened,

lying motionless, floating in a lake...my heart persisted

for this angel that once existed.

And I arise at nights, as the light of the moon seizes

Only to relive death, shredding my heart to pieces…

This murderous current, that has taken this delicate love.

These thoughts consumes, re living the stale of a kiss.

I die a thousand deaths, to resurrect the sorrow of love's bliss."

Melecia 2008
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Black Night Eyes (Poem inspired by our cat Misty)

2013-11-01T11:20:00.001-07:00

Black night eyes

Hanging in the hollow of the abyss

they chased the stormy nights away

within that yellowed gray.

Black night eyes

Unhinged against the crippled doors.

Peeking through creeks, cower in your hiding place,

soothe away a troubled dream...

for things are not quiet what they seem.

Black night eyes

Open and full as the moon

staring up against the darkened night,

Slipping away, scurrying silently out of sight.

Black night eyes

Glowing, dancing and swaying on silhouettes,

anticipating the early morning slits.

Settled in your yellowed gray...

As they chase the stormy night away.

-Melecia
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2013-06-17T14:48:00.002-07:00

Unspoken Words

A Diary of Passion...

By Melecia G

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Here are some of my poetry I have written over the years. Readers will find that I Integrate love,God and inspirational themes in most of my works, these are topics that I am most passionate about. Some of my poems are not only from my own personal experiences but from simple inspirations of encountered moments,taking those inner (unspoken words) and formulating poems that may personify those feelings. Please check out my book, click on the link above for purchase or to preview! Ebook download will be availabe soon!

Defected Identity

2012-08-03T19:38:00.001-07:00

Ran from self but it would catch swiftly...

I cant be that perfect

I cant be that correct.

Take what you hear, for I could never resonate your sound..
Believe what you see, when visions are confound.

One More Night

Tonight
I am on the brink, holding...unsteady.
Aroma of fresh pink polish.

Listening to the rain washing over

classical ballads thundering in the clouds

resonating from my speakers.

I am on the brink, hanging on thoughts
caught off balance now

exhausting his ears.

Anxiously on the edge

I am on the brink, slipping

on letters and a formula called life... so unsteady.

Gray streaks on dark strands

Secure me with a pin.

Breezing through my window

scattering the haze.

Pulling me...so unsteady.
laying still waiting...he will find me
hanging on... one
more night.

The Alpha and Omega

2012-03-18T22:41:00.003-07:00

The author
leaving a legacy
finding refuge in this:
His life written then spoken
breathing life into existence.

I gave him all
The broken pieces, though fragments shattered.
I had nothing whole, so I
gave Him all.
Less than perfect, torn and tattered.

I read the story to the very end,
His words that was most uplifting
to the lost, granted salvation.

The sound of thunder rolling
violently as it shook the earth's
foundation.
Then the clouds part
and the sky was unfolding...

His garment red as if soaked in blood.
That bursting sound as if stars were exploding
striking below the heavens, consuming
the universe like a flood.

A warrior of truth and light,
His eyes of fire, blazing.
Sword in hand, as he held position.
Strong in battle and great in might.

Seeping through every crescent of me.
falling to the floor, reading the end of me.
I gave Him all, every last grain of me.

Let loose the bounds of humanity.
Set free their spirits, flawlessly.
And the condemned filled with fear,
fell to their knees before their calamity.

In a single breath like a wind
as pages scattered and littered in flames,
His voice came to me, His words
embroidered on my mind tapestry, eternally pinned.

Words on pages, now written up on my heart
the part where He suffered for me.

As the hammer drove the nails deeper,
tears of a child's mother flow.
As they drove the nails deeper,
flesh separating from bones.

Securing Him to the tree...
hammer drove the nails deeper
and He thought of me.

From my mother's womb His words echoed,
His words remained
He was always there,
my life was meant to be.

He is the Deity
He is the author and finisher
My Alpha and Omega.

Melecia012

Too Late

2011-11-13T20:39:00.001-08:00

I met Him on a path called crooked, I passed him several times. He would call out to me, so tenderly and I would walk right on by.

I met Him on a road called no where, I passed Him several times. He reached out to me, but I continued right on by.

I heard of Him through a friend,who said He found her lost and broken,He mended her heart and helped her find her way.

I looked for Him this time, as the world is burning down, I said I would be ready now...but He was no longer to be found.

-melecia 2011

In Plain Sight (Extended Version)

2010-08-01T17:31:00.001-07:00

In Plain Sight

Now the people lay asleep with eyes wide open
while the truth is suffocated and their identity is stolen

taking refuge in these last days as it grows more evil
taking comfort in empty promises by some leader

resting their assurance in media fables.
while unborn babies sleep in graves as cradles.

And poor neighborhood stay littered with bodies in the backyard
while we fund for soldiers to war , returning scarred.

Fan based society being possessed blindly by the beat
hidden messages, sinister agendas for your defeat

Program the youth to drink poison with Glee
Bring mom and dad along its rated PG

Signing on the contract for fame n riches seems better
Taking oaths blindly, deceived you become a soul seller

Indoctrinated by the source, ritualistic practices they heap
Downloading viruses numbing the mind so you remain asleep.

Denouncing the one true God the creator
Finding temporary highs from a devourer

Puppets on a string, like a slave saying "yes master"
Modern day"slave holders" scheming in mocked laughter

Still the public remain asleep. not wanting to heed
refusing knowlege, remaining naïve

When the rain comes, people will be drowned.
in they last breath praying to be reformed,
so this is the day of which we were warned

When the day comes watch them scatter in panic
Too busy living for self, this self doctrine is satanic.

Now in the shadows of the dark an army he will gather
Collecting souls To feed on his buffet platter..

What is now hidden will be brought to light
But until then…the saying is so right

"the best place to hide is in plain sight."

Melecia 10

Spiritual War

They call it a theory? funny how its saturated in facts.
Search it out for yourself simply connect the dots.

Instead of feeding on lies be hungry for the truth.
Find the clues, like a sleuth.

But they cant see even if they looked.
They shove media drugs and now people are hooked.
Blood sacrificing to the system is what it took.

Trying something different but finding it all the same.
We are just numbers without a name.

Sequenced in categories, to be herded to the slaughter.
Lead astray like lambs without a father.

Desecrating His name in songs of blaspheme.
Idolizing stars manufactured in the devil’s factory.

Even if you hear the word you cant decipher the meaning.
Or comprehend the concepts in all its saying.
For this lost generation I am praying.

Got us too wrapped up in false security.
Being song lullabies by a false Authority.
We have lost all sense of morality.

Controlling your thoughts they take over the mind.
Surveiling the Public for reasons undefined,
we are the terrorists to be confined

Freedom is an illusion
Liberty is a diversion
Unveil the Spiritual manifestations
Its all a preparation

Melecia Gayle
2010

To be continued...

From words to Life

2010-02-01T21:35:00.008-08:00

Mar 20, 2006 6:17 AM
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"A poet's word written in a language of truth that is translated in the ears of the audience. In the midst of conscious dilemmas we heed to the art of the flow, so flow, words flow. My soul extends an arm to the script,as I grasp the pen, I take hold of the gears of life and I will write to you words of passion. Poet's word written in a language that speaks to your soul. You will see them float on tongues from their mouths, translating spoken words to the language of life."-Melecia

The Guardian Oct 13, 2006 ("Unspoken Word")

Laying still, she felt the cool breeze
like a gentle hand upon her temple.
Beyond the clouds,
the moon shone, casting glows in corners scattering shadows.
She felt a presence guarding and protecting her.

Eyes sparkling, dark hair flowing with the sway of a silhouette.
A simple glimpse of
a shadow of this mysterious visitor whispering words.
She arose, discreet, was Heaven closed to her prayers?
The messenger had grown restless.
Waiting silently to deliver the heart's requests, it stirred.

"What so ever though ask of me, I will do, Only if you ask".
She felt her soul rise and settled with in her,
exhaling and inhaling from some sweet release.
Tears couldnt be held in any longer,
she knew as the wind settled and the moon slip behind the clouds...
that this presence still remained..

-Melecia

My Love Oct 28, 2006 4:31 AM

My love, He surpasses beauty.
I am overwhelmed with the need to love Him in all forms.
His scent fills the air with the perfumes of rare flowers.
My Love is brighter than the morning sun they say,
And I agree, He supercedes its light.

His voice runs gently like a stream through my soul,
coursing through my being.
I Lament for His touch,
I sing the songs of Solomon,
I make music on a harp of Gabriel,
I invite my love to a solace of melodies.

He soothes me with lovely words of ancient days.

High up on the horizons where our reflections glistened off the oceans.
On paths leading to some secret garden
where Eve's paradise has no comparison.
There He holds me and call me beloved, lovely.
Speaking in a language mysterious to this earth,
proverbs poured from his tongue.

He treats me like queen Esther and I
wondered if in His eyes, I too found favor.
Dreams is but a shadow of all I could imagine this love to be,
no illusions He made sure of its reality.

In the end I come to enlightened revelations.
My love calls me His bride.
eternally I am bound to Him.
Pure bliss is mine for the taken.

- Melecia

The Quest Dec 1, 2006 5:54 AM

What's your secret? The water runs deep.
I would swim the raging rivers to your dwelling.
I hunger for the taste of love's sweet nectar.
Thrusting in places of dripping dew...the morning dawning.
Dawning in the shadows of the securities crawling beneath your smile.
I am consumed and I sank further beneath the surface.
Entangled by skirts of the wave. Frantically moving in the currents.

Where do you hide?

Love is a cliche written and living in all my words.
But Passions are my breakdowns, my heartaches.
How long must I journey to seek your love?
Along my way there are riddles on bridges to solve,
trails I follow guided by your scent.

Foot prints that scatters here and there.
Darkness falls, shadows loom ahead and the moon is full.
Iam curious to explore, What is your secret?
How do you string one along so carefully, so cryptic?
Only you can save me now as I loose grip of reality.
As I sink deeper beneath the waves of love, reveal yourself
while I take this last breath of air...

Where do you hide?

-Melecia

Love Lines... Nov 30, 2006 11:15 PM

Words cant express... (But I will try) How much I love you.
I can't stop thinking... (Don't want to) Of you.
If loving you is wrong... (How could it?) Then I don't want to be right.
You are my air... (I am suffocating over here!!) And I need you to breath.
You are my angel... (I do believe they exist) Sent from above.
When you're gone... (Please, please come back!) I miss you.
You have my heart... (Because you stole it) In your hand.
I dream of you... (I can't wait to fall asleep!) Every night.
No one else... (Only you my love) Will do.
You complete... (This last line)..

-Melecia

Standing In Plain Sight Aug 2, 2006 11:46 AM

Who are you to use people for your own selfish gains?
You didnt purchase them, they are not items for display,
to be included in your frivolous masquerade,
in your twisted world of play.

They are not to be viewed as your property.
Wearing them like an accessory?
Your styling in front of your "peoples"?
They falling for all those fables?
That's even sadder. True example of what they say;
birds of a feather flock together.

Then you talk about "real" and "honest"
and all that hypocrisy you speak?
love every one you meet?
That mask you wear aint tight enough,
displaying all types of faces,
you just gotta be the stuff?

Then you speak love, you dont know the meaning.
Trying to maintain a false appearance,just schemeing.
Keeping up an image, asking them "how do I look?"
how many you have conquered in your days,
displayed your little black book?

Getting all you can by throwing tantrums,
your well versed they say your smart but I gather,
you suffer from deliriums.
Making demands,as if your the soldier in command.
Standing proud, smirking and laughing for the crowd.

You can win the hearts of many, and gain plenty
But In these times you will meet your end,
and they all will turn their backs on you then.
Your losing control and all power...so I ponder...

whose next on your list to devour?

-Melecia

Big Sister Dearest Sep 23, 2006 1:05 AM
(This poem was dedicated to my big sister!!)

Big sister dearest, taking me by the hand helping me to stand.

Big sister dearest, you I cant replace.
The tears she wipes from my face.

Big sister dearest, she is my heart she in my soul.
I think you are beauty to behold.

You held me while the tears flow when I hurt.
In my book, better believe you come first.

Big sister dearest this is no poem of formality, you are one of a kind.
I am praising your originality, sincerity, forever a security.

She is independent she is strong.
To be like you I just cant go wrong.

No one could ever compare to my big sister dearest
and yes she is like those princesses in Disney movies...
of them all she is the fairest!

-Melecia

Irreplaceable (2012 "Unspoken Words")

Find one who is irreplaceable and give him my name,
Introduce us and as eyes meet, my heart he will claim.

He would have no pride or shy away from his desires for me.
He would take hold of these hands and lead me to paradise with the bluest sea.

Full of honesty never too discreet,
his words burning and piercing my soul something so sweet.

In him my heart would safely confide,
he would have no lies to tell and nothing to hide.

And when he would speak,
solace in his voice I would seek.

When he whispers his admirations for me as he runs his fingers through my hair,
this love everlasting would be made so clear.
Mention my name to this special some one
He would replace one who has left me undone.

-Melecia

Call Me By Her Name Jul 14, 2006 4:26 AM

There are parallels in life that cant be shadowed by our ignorance and unbelief. There are ups and serious downs that our fellows face in the times of despair. What do we say to one who is giving in to defeat, question their faith? Do we ridicule them and cast judgements like those men among Job in the Bible? How do you perceive me? How do you know me?

Call me Beloved for thats the name her father gave her.

She is helpless, she is burdened, confused, lost, feeling abandoned. She screams silently, so they sleep peacefully. Frightened of dying but too afraid to live. He heard her, it was as if a siren had sounded off into His heart. He ran to her, crying out for her but she could not hear through the chaos.

Clasping her ear sinking further to the ground she wished to only disappear, if she could faaaaaddde awwwwaaaaayy! He then whispered "I am here my Beloved" but she sank further, refusing to believe refusing to trust. He reached once more "grab me I am here to rescue you my Beloved child" overwhelmed by her pain he began to cry along with her.

Remember Moses meekness and his lack of self confidence, doubting what God could do through him. Remember Saul, who was meek, tall and handsome but very shy, hiding from his destiny. Remember Paul, who declared that through all his weaknesses he was made strong. Remember Jeremiah who like Moses felt He could not speak as a Leader. He showed me her, like looking into a mirror, no self confidence full of doubts. She stood crying, tearing at her soul trying to break free of this life. Then Suddenly the rain ceased.

On her final day of dilemma and confusion, she looked about her to find herself waist deep in water .As the water rises she felt His embrace lifting her, saving her from drowning. "In your weakness I am here to make you strong". He placed her back on the path, on her journey.She now felt her hand in His leading and guiding always. The past is now dead, the present took its place...

Back then you may have called her unloved and broken but today if you should see her, when you look in the mirror, remember the name He gaver her... "Beloved".

Melecia