"The Woman's Game"
With vicous beauty and such grace
A woman has the internal mastery to seduce
she has the wicked eye and Mona Lisa smile
to put a man in his place
She has shelled charisma
to be refined or to let loose
Cast a spell, so your mind senslessly ponders her name
Yet, taste sweeter than a strawberry ripened in sunshine
while all along she's weaving you into her little game
and to say women are so naive
when he can't even detect a slight sign
A woman's power is not always virtue
she will deceive a man into a motionless ecstasy that he calls "love"
for a woman nature is far more painful than her nurture
and she never ever meant to hurt you
Molly Mesceda
2/15/99
"52"
The shameful fantasies I can not distort
for I love the joker in a Kings court.
your clever tricks and foolish surprise
am I the only one who see's envy among your eyes?
A sad puppy are'nt I?
A raven that can't fly
they tell me of the dozen I chose the rotten egg
but, I don't care for a prince, I'll have to beg
a dark glooomy caastle and shiny bright crown won't please me.
A happy man is with whom I want to be.
will I ever where a frown?
longing for my silly man, my joker, my funny
clown
Is my gown dressed in pity?
because I don't take part in your comittee
You say my mind is coiled
and my hands are soiled
I can't be royal as you
If my feelings for this joker are true
but you will not fathom, my love is a life long smile
not a meaningless word spoken for a short while.
Molly Mesceda 5/11/97
"The Match"
a small burning flame
with the ability to create chaos
squirming down the stem
with no where else to go
blow her out
and all that remains
is a smoky trail
Molly Mesceda 11/13/97"MUSIC MAN"
play us a song.
Our beautiful Musician.
Sweet harmony melting from your chapped lips.
Stumming away the night with your blistered fingers
Whistling to the Harvest moon.
Revealing the sparkling life, hiding in your dying eyes.
Purging out your devoted lyrics,
for small pocket change.
While you fill our eaars with a rich, golden sound.
That echoes forever and ever.
Molly Mesceda 10/6/96
"No Longer"
I think of you and the pain
The blood stain,
my arms, my opened wings
your killer bee, that still stings
you were so blind you would never see
I wonder if you ever saw me
I wrapped myself in a sheet of fear
fancied with happy faces, is how I'd appear
excuse me, did you ever listen to all the things I said?
all the things, that made my lungs straws
and my face red.
I always felt so small
while every night for you was a ball
you wanted me to be the best by laying cold stones upon my chest,
wish you showed me you cared and the love you never dared.
I've done things that I should
I've done things I believed I never could,
not an angel , I can claim
but the devil within, I can't blaim
I tried, I gave a damn
I wanted everything to be tasty like turkey and ham.
I know you live inside
and I try not to confide
There is a secret passage to your heart
not many have found, not many can take apart,
that loves in a sad way
A way I still don't understand this day.
A piercing bullet
clogged gullet
a child and a man
summer with out a fan
a beginning with you
an end to who?
Molly Mesceda 6/26/97Faker
I hate myself for all the one's I've decieved
For all the love I have thieved
for this pure white face that reveals
Innocents and Youth
for this pink tongue that never salivates
The truth
For I am only your paper
So burn me
burn me
For I am only your Faker
So learn me
learn me
I hate myself for all the men I've known
for the sensation, the touch, the moan
for the games, the pain and the tears
That set this heart on fire
for this weak soul that made me seller
And man buyer
For I am only your paper
So burn me
burn me
For I am only your faker
So learn me
learn me
I hate myself for all the wine these lips have met
for these lips that curled into a smile and said "not enough yet"
for this fleshy, red palm controlled by agony and a glass
for this miraculous memory that drinks away the past
For I am only your paper
So burn me
burn me
For I am only your Faker
So learn me
learn me
Burn me
learn me
I am your Paper
I am your Faker
I am your Faker..........
Molly Mesceda 7/10/99 NEED
i NEED GOD
AND I NEED HELP
I NEED TO REPLENISH
MY SHRIVELED SOUL
I MUST TRANSFORM THIS
DESTRUCTIVE HATE THAT
EATS AND BURNS IT'S
WAY THROUGH MY HEART
I NEED TO EXSIST
WITHIN THE DEPTHS OF
MYSELF
AND NO LONGER HIDE IN THE
BACK OF THE PARADE BUT
VOYAGE TO THE FRONT
I NEED TO TEAR OFF
THIS ARMOR THAT DRAINS
ME AND HOLDS ME CAPTIVE
I NEED TO BREATHE FRESH AIR
WITHOUT YOUR PURIFIER
I NEED TO WALK AGAIN
BUT THIS TIME WITHOUT YOUR CANE
I NEED MY BODY
I NEED TO FEEL MY FLESH
THE FLESH THAT EMBRACES AND
HOLDS ME TOGETHER
CARESS THE BUMPS AND
SCARS OF MY SCALY SKIN
THAT CONFUSION FORBID ME TO TOUCH
I NEDD TO OPEN MY
COWARDLY CLENCHED FIST
AND WASH MY FILTHY PALMS IN A POOL OF LOVE
I NEED TO CLEANSE MYSELF OF YOUR POISON
BURIED DEEP IN THE CREVICES OF MY PRIDE
AND CLOGGED WITHIN MY POURS
I NEED FREEDOM
I NEED FAITH
I NEED POWER
I NEED THE KNOWLEDGE OF MY OWN
I NEED HOPE
I NEED WILL
I NEED CONSERVATION
BUT MOST OF ALL I NEED STRENGTH
AND who has it?
Molly Mesceda 6/6/99
