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What's Wonderful About You

What is so wonderful about your looks
And what is soothing about your voice,
Has never been taught by words and books
Thus, hadn’t entered my heart by choice.
And as torments with every passing day
Grow worse, and life misses what once had gleamed,
There is nothing, nothing to cease dismay,
For what’s inside is greater than it seemed.
And I’m sure you wouldn’t have been that far
If you only knew how lucky you are.

Jessica J. Hanna, 07

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Touch So Fatal

Was your touch or was it not so fatal,
For I have often heard of endless lies.
Reverence, care, and love for my cradle
Have never lain within what I despise.
Was it in spite of my mere reluctance,
So mere was it, or definitely clear
That you imposed upon my innocence,
And expected me not to shed a tear?
I detest the mistiness of the night
You held my hand, promised a better way,
A fog that then kept blurring my sight,
Whether at night or during gleaming day.
I shortly glanced and found beauty, so queer,
That I realized beauty can ride fear. 




Jessica J. H.
13th of march 07

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A Passing Wave

Shall I ask the roses not to grow thorns,
Or the wind not to blow,
And the sea never to wave?

Shall I ask the mind not to think,
Or the soul not to sink,
And the heart never to crave?

Why do I keep fighting myself
My mind, soul, and heart
Trying to be brave?

And if I don’t keep walking,
Even without a weapon,
Myself would I save?

And if I ever had a weapon,
What or who shall it be,
That providence gave?

An aim toward the skies
Toward a point
Out of this cave,

For the road to heaven
Without love, 
I would never pave…



Aiming to the skies
Out of this cave 
Would take some time

And waiting for 
What providence gives
Is somehow sublime

But what if I wait and wait
For what would save me
Denying the huge sign,

Messages from up above
Teaching what being brave
Is all about

If I go on denying
What they all crave
My heart would shout

And I just hope
All what is here
Is just a passing wave

29th of march 07

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Story of a Friend

I have heard them say
Let it shine
Making things seem fine
Who are they?

They can cease dismay,
Cut the line
Give a sign 
Of what I should say.

They have made me feel 
Life so good,
Going where I should
It was real.

But real is not true,
Not always;
Gives a raise
To a twining blue.

The lost decision
Shall reveal,
It’s enough to heal
Sensation.

I am really hurt,
Comes trial
Denial
Then a frenzy flirt.

I can but wonder
Where will end
Story of a friend,
The tender.

A heart to solder.
Should I try
Seldom cry
Be a pretender?

Can you still play?
Please confess,
Merely love was less
Yesterday.

Can we continue?
I’d say yes
It’s a mess	
But we lately flew

 2006

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Blame But Yourself For Such a Treachery

Blame but yourself for such a treachery,
For retaliating and repeating the same sad symphony.
Betrayal, Betrayal, isn’t it in your eyes
That lies that tragedy?

Blame but yourself for soothing sighs
With sleepless nights and endless cries.
Denial, Denial, you failed to see
What I worked hard to emphasize.

What God had drawn for you and me
Was greatly torn and tortured glee
Trial, Trial, it has fled,
Feigned forlorn friendship had to flee.

The power of trust that has been shed,
And all the lies that have been said
Brought you into lasting lust and rusting rage
That came to claim while you were in bed.

Blame but yourself for this rage
That has come to grow with age,
Betrayal, Betrayal, you have been blind,
Tearing up the crucial page.

I’ve been helplessly trying to find
A way to get u off my mind.
Trial, Trial, set me free,
Never was I meant to cleave and bind.

Why have you chosen the pronoun “she”
Like escaping a sting of bee?
Denial, Denial, in front of you
I stand steady, here’s the key.

If you had gotten to know what’s true,
I would’ve had the guts to rue,
Betrayal, Betrayal, nothing to blame you for;
About love, you haven’t got a clue.

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Being Wise Yet So Untrue

Being wise yet so untrue
Love and chase the love in you
Someday life’s forming wrinkles
Will teach you how to test twinkles

A beam if not of a star
Can make you flee so far
Doctrines and doctrines; dare to stare
Into the eyes of who is fair

Being aware of what is true
Love and face the love in you
Face intuition and follow it
Be your dreams and never sit

7th of feb.08

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Lovers of a Hundred Decades Ago

They had dreamed. They had gone so far with their dreams. Yet, so deprived they 
lived.
Like them, I have become a denizen of the desert, ever since I laid my eyes on 
you.
Like them, lovers of a hundred decades ago, I was destined to wake up everyday 
in a new shelter, a new tent.
What would my shelter be anyway, that ceases lamentation.
So far from here I have gone. An inhabitant of the moon perhaps have I become, 
ever since your love was seared in me; ever since I started missing you like 
the desert misses the rain, I have been unutterably agonized.
Now, it has been a month, an eternity shall I say.
Now, to believe that you’ll be back, it would take me as many trials as there are 
miles between the moon and us. “Us”.  What a soothing word. As soothing as it 
is for you to realize that a series of flaws have been nothing but a lame 
nightmare, and as queenly as stereotype works.
Like the sand under the misty skies that I have seen from my window, scattered 
grains either cemented or carried away, is my salvation.
Waiting to be held closely, with cuddles and a sweet lullaby, the immutable child 
amid my exhaustions cries in grief…
…and when it rained, I had to believe…at least to recall the hope that I had lost.
Yes, today it rained, amidst the scalding and the warmth, it came; I believe it did, 
yet I still don’t know whether it was sent to heal the pain, or cut the line and cease 
the chain.

Jessica J. Hanna
November 2006

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Dear Hunter

Dear hunter, are you bored?
With no shelter to afford?
Why do foxes have to pay,
The cost of destiny and dismay?

If your woman is not aware,
That her glory and her pride,
Do not depend on what she wears,
Would you set your mind aside?

People cease their evolution
As they seek a fast solution.
Beauty’s incarnation to them
Is never the root but the stem.

If you have nothing to do,
There’s no one to blame but you.
Do not make us blame you twice,
That’s my first and last advice.

Jessica J. Hanna

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Opaqueness

Late
When opaqueness reigns
Over the aspect of cycles
And chains
Every soul should be reminded
Of how vile the word has sounded

Opaqueness never reigns
It never comes
Never remains.
Opaqueness is the lack of light
In every soul
Drowned in fright.



18th of Jan. 08
Jessica J. Hanna

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Along the Sidewalk

Along the sidewalk
I walk alone,
I count my steps
Till I reach home.

Through the night
Breezes are colder,
The moon is bright
But cannot solder.

To my scarf I cleave
The way I clove
To my mother’s sleeve
When there was love.

I miss the cradle
That healed my heart
Before I failed
To aim the dart.

I wish I could
Bring back the hope
That filled childhood
As I jumped rope.

For now to sword
I am being put,
Supplicating the Lord
I cry in grief.

Let my body
Immerse in heat
Or the invincible
Shall I defeat?


20th of dec 06
Jessica J. Hanna