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Select your effects.
Choose the words you hear and speak,
make sure they nourish.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Dive

Letters flying
circle quickly,
create new words
that swim swiftly.
Making statements
as they combine,
so I can choose
which ones are mine
.

Words are floating
around my head,
blurry visions
that go unread.
Painting pictures
within my mind.
playing scenes,
scripted inside.

Motioned pictures
rapidly show,
things I never
knew I know.
Opened wise eye,
logic thought blind,
seeing answers
details defined.

Answers arrive
before the questions,
knowing all facts
and intentions.
Helping me find
all keys I seek,
feel vibrations,
in words, I speak
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Candle Light

Light a candle,
then search the flame.
It takes a breath,
I do the same.

The fire dances
a rhythmic sway,
my body moves
in the same way.

The hot wax drips
along each side,
smile as tears drop,
from both my eyes.

Inhale all hope,
the light emits.
Energies guide
and soon transmit.

Clear and pure thoughts
are now evoked,
exhale all pain,
watch as it smokes.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Self Sacrifice

Entangled by an alluring dance,
oblivious to its mute romance.
Entrapped and captured, soon seduced,
by knots so tight, they can’t come loose.


I toss and turn, try hard to sway,
the more I move, the more I stay.
My helpless heart stands still in place,
gives into loss, no will to chase.


But sacrifice is not my name,
refuse to play these worthless games.
Calm all my nerves, search through my mind,
tasting the hope that I soon find.


Open my eyes and come to see,
my captor has always been me.
The ego side, afraid to live,
realizing this, makes all knots give
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Extinguish

Dramatic sounds,
ring through my voice,
shaking around,
removing choice,
makes my head pound,
vibrating noise,
fall to the ground,
losing my poise
.

Dramatic views,
blind both my eyes.
Perceptions choose
a hidden lie.
Creating news,
so stories fly,
without a clue
yet still implied
.

Dramatic taste,
I thought I craved,
The greatest waste
was all I gave.
Gasoline bastes,
set to enslave.
Living in haste,
digging my grave
.

Dramatic touch,
caressing deep.
No longer clutch,
not mine to keep.
Giving too much,
making hills steep.
Calming the rush,
so I can sleep
.

Dramatic scents,
that swim inside.
Chaos ferments,
a troubled mind.
Will not consent,
to being kind,
instead prevents,
simply declined
.

Dramatic life
abandoned past.
Presented strife,
that did not last.
Turmoil was knifed,
calming it fast.
Peace is now rife,
enjoyed contrast
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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