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Marnie Wagner

Music Sooths

It Feared

Untitled

I Just Do


Music Soothes
The Restless Soul


I'm crying out for someone
And I listen for the call
I realize it's me I cry out for
But there's really no one (t)here at all.

Lonely lonely lonely,
I'm lonely in my room,
With a hundred million McFirends (served)
And no one left to listen to.

I turn to the bottle,
I turn to the door,
I turn to the unknown lover
Who's lying on my floor.

I feel the music ws hover me
As it heals my poor parched soul
It tickles my lips like a kiss
Takes m places my body can't go.

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It Feared


It feared
It lived
It feared
It created
It feared
It loved
It feared
It was imperfect
It feared
It was whole.



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I sometimes stand on the edge of an abyss
Afraid from the bottom of my soul
Of I don't know what.
CAn I crawl back inside mommy? Into
Your warm comforting perfume smell?
A womb
At tomb
A womb for two?
Womb service please.
Out of life
Brings death, brings life
Brings death, brings life, brings death, brings life.

A flower on the other side's
A thorn.

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I Just Do




I've learned from the stars,
But how can you learn from the stars?
They've been around a lot longer than I have.
They seem so wise looking down upon us.
I don't know,
I Just Do.

I learn from the flowers,
But how can you learn from the flowers?
They're much prettier than I am. Thery have so much
Beauty they share joyfully and ask nothing in return.
I don't know,
I Just Do.

I learn from good music,
Now how can you learn from good music?
It takes my soul on vacation when it's worked too hard.
It's a salve for invisible wounds.
I don't know,
I Just Do.

I learn from the sun.
But how do you learn form the sun?
It smiles on me and reassures me that I'm going
the right way. It envelopes me in warmth and protects me.
I don't know,
I Just Do.

I look into every shining face and every heartfelt gift to
see the song of the universe, shining, smiling, singing,
flying, whispering, laughing, growing, straining, growing loving
through.
I don't know why,
I Just Do.

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