Poems by Marcia A. Newton

When a vision of perfect happiness comes into view,
I know every dream leads me to you.
As I lie down to sleep under the stars that shine,
I dream of a time when you are mine.

I desire to know your soft loving touch
and for you to know I love you so much.
You are my love and heart's greatest dream.
You are every wish I make it seems.

I dare to envision a time together
and a chance to share our bodies in pleasure.
You're what my fantasies are always made of
as I'm lost in dreams where we love to make love.

I have a dream and only time will tell.
if all my aspirations are alive and well.
I will fight for my dream and risk everything
if that's what it takes to live out my dream.

I am a dreamer believing dreams can come true
knowing every dream I have leads me to you.
This sensation of excitement can only mean
I'm feeling I'll soon be living the dream.

There's a place called home where everything feels right,
a place that's enchanting and beautiful and its own paradise,
a place of wonder and excitement and its own playland.
This place called home is known as wonderland.

Laughter and love overflow in wonderland,
where hopes and dreams are fulfilled as planned.
Delights and marvels are awaiting in utopia
where blissfulness and surprises are part of euphoria.

Wonderland is a dreamworld of make believe,
a place of beauty and fantasies.
It is a world of myths and magical things
beyond the Earth where Heaven begins.

Wonderland is happiness and infinite inspiration,
a space to live a love story or a wild obsession.
My wonderland exists wherever you are.
My heart is with you no matter how far.

In wonderland we are never apart,
and thoughts and desires keep us young at heart.
My soul craves a time when it's not a fable
to live a charmed life as long as we're able.

Is it just a fool's dream to feel this way
to cross into a world different as night and day?
All I need is a vivid imagination
to take me to wonderland on any occasion.

Why do I fade to gray when everyone else is bright?
Why am I without color living between black and white?
Why am I held captive in a place that is unknown?
Why am I invisible and living in the gray zone?

There are no right answers, and there are no right choices.
There are too many brain knots with too many voices.
Not enough trust in the forces of life,
and no one to save me or be by my side.

It's being afraid to stay and afraid to move.
It's a struggle between two sides in a waiting room.
It's hard to let go and let life just happen
or break away from what was or what I imagine.

But, I must find balance and self-acceptance
by moving past mistakes while living in the present.
To break free from the gray zone and completely let go,
I must clean the slate and reset life's flow.

In my life's reset, I can be free
to be the person I am with a life meant to be.
I'll be ready to adapt the narrative of my life
and leave the gray zone behind to be colorful and bright.

If only I could turn back time and relive my days with you,
I'd hold on tight with all my might when I found my way to you.
If only you knew how I felt lost when I knew what I left behind,
you'd understand why I felt the need to turn back the hands of time.

If only you knew that letting you go was my single greatest regret.
And if only you knew that I was hurting too and it's a feeling I can't forget.
If only you knew I thought of you as the only one to hold and kiss,
and you need to know before I go, you're someone I truly miss.

If only you knew that when I met you, you brought color to my day.
And you need to know before I go, before you, I only saw gray.
If only you knew when I needed you, you were always there to listen.
And if only you knew that when you left, a part of me went missing.

If only you knew, time spent with you was the best part of my day.
And if only you knew because of you, I am the person I am today.
If only you knew when I was with you, I had no worries or cares.
And you need to know after I let you go, I kept you in my prayers.

You need to know before I go you didn't do anything wrong,
and you need to know before I go your love only made me strong.
If only you knew that when I was with you, I never felt sad or alone,
and if only you knew that my love for you was the best I've ever known.

If only you knew when I was with you, you never let me down.
and if only you knew how my love grew every day you came around.
I need you to know before I go that my love wasn't make believe,
nor was it a dream, or infatuation, or even a fantasy.

You need to know before I go, you were the best time of my life.
And you need to know instead of letting you go, I wanted to be your wife.
If only you knew when I was with you, we came so close to forever.
And if only you knew time spent with you is something I'll always treasure.

If only you knew that I wanted to move up time to see the future
and see if we had found each other and if our love was truer.
You need to know that I loved you so, and you gave me so much pleasure,
and you need to know I don't want to let go but stay in this moment forever.
If only....

I cherish the moments we once shared,
those were the times when Heaven was near.
But now I linger in the in-between
torn between the past and a future unforeseen.

I am without you in this state of transition,
reflecting on my life in this intermission.
Without you in the in-between, my world is cold and strange,
a broken heart that needs to heal because everything has changed.

My past is but a shadow and my future out of sight.
I am lost in a strange space where nothing feels quite right.
It's a waiting game I play yearning for something better,
learning to say goodbye and hoping to find closure.

While I search for answers to questions I don't know,
I wonder if the in-between will ever let me go.
Living in the in-between is the hardest place to be,
but it's where I need to find my strength to set my heartache free.

While living in the in-between, I hope to find new purpose
through a journey from fragility to a place of strong resilience.
I hope to find my joy and find my inner peace,
in this pause between the pain and where all struggles cease.

And when the dust settles and this weight lifts from my soul,
I will face life without you with a new dream and goal.
I will carry the lessons learned of heartache and of struggle
as I leave the in-between behind and surface from the rubble.

I can't be certain, but I believe we have met before.
There's an eerie connection between us; of this I'm very sure.
You seem so familiar like our paths have crossed somehow.
I wonder maybe in a dream or a memory long past now.

I don't recall when or how, but know this has happened before
in another life, another place through a time dimension door.
Could this be a glimpse of a world split into two?
Maybe I am just experiencing a case of déjà vu.

I feel an uncertainty having somehow lived this moment;
remembering echoes of the past though I've never known it.
I'm not sure if this is real or if it's just a feeling.
I seem to sense this moment is from another reality.

I'm uncertain if this is chance or if it's destiny,
or an out of body experience, or the past catching up with me.
I have no clear recollection, but I feel an odd sensation
like a karmic energy is summoning me like an invitation.

Time stands still, yet the clock keeps ticking as the timeline shifts,
a fleeting sense of déjà vu and unaware of how to own it.
In this suspended space like a ghost trapped in a room,
I reach out but I can't touch what I can only presume.

Is what I'm experiencing a gut feeling or intuition;
a fragment of a memory or is it my imagination?
Did our souls once make a pact destined to start anew
or are these just echoes of dreams, memories or déjà vu?

When power meets surrender, a contract is made,
consent is granted to trust and obey.
A willingness to submit, to relinquish control,
to surrender the body, to yield heart and soul.

A contract is sealed with clear intent,
in this kingdom of power where no rules are bent.
A shared understanding that mastery reigns,
with dominance granted and submission contained.

When power meets surrender, dynamics extend.
With safeguards in place, the scene begins.
In this moment as their desire grows,
a thrill of control between them flows.

As limits are set with a safeword as oath,
a rope of trust connects them both.
A collar of devotion to follow commands,
a leash of trust held firm in sir's hands.

In giving control, freedom is surrendered,
a form of strength where needs are centered.
A promise of loyalty, a consent to uphold,
a devotion in submission as the contract unfolds.

Heavenly Angels, Messengers of God, you speak to me with numbers of love:
111:  Stay positive and know the desires of heart and soul.
222:  Keep your faith alive and always trust in the Lord.
333:  You are surrounded and loved by God above.
444:  Your angels reach out to you with love.
555:  Changes are coming into your life.
666:  Be a service to others and shine your light.
777:  Your dreams and hopes are coming true.
888:  Follow your heart and believe in you.
999:  Release your burdens and start anew.
         as new beginnings are waiting for you.
My happy heart does know and believe that Angels of God are speaking to me.
Guardian Angel Prayer:  Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here.  Ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide.  Amen.

Inked in attitude, it's clear to see
in the way you glance and step towards me.
A body detailed in intricate tattoos,
marked in confidence as you own the room.

Each tattoo is a blackwork creation,
a living masterpiece; the epitome of perfection.
Every inked line telling your story,
revealing the path where you claimed your glory.

You know who you are; you know what you want.
Unapologetically bold, no one dares to confront.
Your tattooed canvas depicts a man of few words,
your truth inked in skin where silence is heard.

You've always been comfortable in your own skin,
with a body created for the art of sin.
Your body beckons a devil's temptation,
the cost of my soul is the price of damnation.

A wink of your eye is your silent command
a domineering presence; a force I understand.
I feel the pull; the heat of your desire,
the art of seduction igniting the fire.

My heart beats for this man of ink
He's the art I want; no time to be weak.
His tattoos turn me into a true art lover,
hoping to become the next ink he'll uncover.