Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Life Survives


Life Survives

Make no assumptions with your eyes
Concluding outcomes creates lies
Here fires raged burning wooden lives
Now springtime brings forth promises
Sprouting flowers from charcoaled trunks
Dancing and wearing tints anew
Life survives veiled in sacredness


By Maryanne Mesplé
August, 2 2016


Monday, July 18, 2016

To Hell with Sanity

To Hell with Sanity


Outraged, the soul seeks refuge
Within communities that reflect
Only what is feared inside
Shelter found under guises of
Words comforting distraught egos
Yelling in CAPS - I am This! I am That!

Chasing monsters in the streets
Yelling screaming injustice
Refusing to succumb to defeat
Whether using phones keyboards or signs
Shouts of Ideology Theology Philosophy
Deafen the heart

What’s the difference in the over all scheme
Of perceived horror and gore?
Side versus side squared
You are right  - they are wrong
All fighting for an unreal trophy

To Hell with sanity!

Idiots believing that laws save them
Morons believing protest heal
Cull the herds is the undercurrent
Of what is happening today
What is real?

Listen to hatred within all hearts
Clawing at and tearing the mind apart
Slinging barbed words and bullets too
With intent of inciting the beast to appear
With intent of killing what is feared

Annihilate the boogeyman everyone screams
Annihilate the boogeyman it’s in your head
Creeping under your bed as you sleep
Go ahead and point and yell
Fear thy neighbor and go to hell!

Traveling a road of no return
Dragging all innocents through the dirt
The human race is but a disgrace to
Themselves and to all of Space
Blinded by fears of perceived lack
Gnashing devouring teeth of hatred’s
Fears have come beckoned by a call
Entrenched like ticks bleeding

The heart toward desired death

Monday, July 11, 2016

To Doubt the Self

To Doubt the Self


(Photo of David Mesplé)


David dove headlong into his thoughts,
barely believing his musings meant anything,
even though being a professor was perfectly
agreeable akin to his academic beliefs.
His heart, upon hearing of his doubting, 
argued against agreeing with any defeat,
proposing letting go of the angst and fearing;
his soul hugged him with longing and acceptance.




Poem and photo by Maryanne Mesplé
July 2016

Monday, July 4, 2016

Words Diabolic



Words Diabolic



Loquacious obnoxious opinions 
like diabolical poltergeist, 
Spew evocative insults invited not!
Words unsolicited unwanted unwelcome,
seize this soul via vocabulary stronghold.

Leave now! 

Evacuate these ears replete with fears
Return to me my dignity within 





Poetry by Maryanne Mesplé
Photo image by Maryanne Mesplé

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Like Alabaster Lace


~ Like Alabaster Lace ~ 















The earth’s cooling mood
Summons a tangible quietness
Demanding stillness of life

Sounds muffled, landscapes blanketed
Beneath Sacred geometry dressed in
Icy garments of white

Like Alabaster Lace, snow dancing down
Silently sharing a timbre of emotion only known
Intimately by the skies above

A purposeful repose gives honor to
The sprig and the seed that are at rest
Beneath gelid blankets of white


By Maryanne Mesple

June 2016

Friday, June 24, 2016

Journey Home

~ Journey Home ~ 




















Closed eyes, lids shut tight
Diving inward, immersed
Beneath entangled thoughts

Swimming amidst Ego’s landmines
Swaying, bobbing, a victim of
Undercurrents ebbing, pushing guilt
Pulling, flowing with fears

Eyes open, sudden awakening
Releasing to embrace willingness
Letting go intentionally

What is this that beckons me onward?
Luring me with Omnipresent Light
I follow, opening to trust
Acceptance of my spirit’s
Natural state

Doors unencumbered by hinges and locks
Open upon request as beatific songs
Fill my ears, “Come closer, trust I Am here”

Opening, exploding with desirous longing
Thoughts of guilt and doubt fall away
Softly I step into my own longing
Embracing the Eternal Love of Christ

I am home
I am home
I am home



Poetry by Maryanne Mesplé
Artwork by David Mesplé
"Incandescent Visions of a Dark Earth"

Thursday, June 23, 2016

A Finite Game

~ A Finite Game ~ 




Hiding beneath silence
Like water over sand
The Ego dances violently
Upon Dark intent
Boasting obliteration
Of The Light

Fabrication of dreams
Deception in schemes
Fantasizing what Never was

Separate individuality
Fueled by finite games
Screams in pain while
Infinitely losing to
Its own delusions

Luminosity of Spirit
The Light immutable
Continues unaware of

Such madness




Poetry and Photo Imagery 
by Maryanne Mesplé
June 2016