Amazon Maginkwa Category:  Poetry Publisher: Publish America ISBN-10:  1413759602 Type: Non-Fiction Pages: 95 Copyright: February 12, 2005 Lena Rai's poetry runs deep in a world that begins to seep into other's curiosities. Through her poetry, she will begin to paint a picture of only some of her experiences. Each poem portrays a special story of a singular circumstance seen in an unusual way. Touching many hearts and lives, she continues to push forward to whatever challenges she can find. Without fear, Lena will send your mind and soul to a place of truth and sincerity. With all her passion and self in each of her writings, she follows every thought with her pen leading the way for her mind, heart, and soull to follow. Her readers are always just a step behind. She fails to hide any detail that helps to tell the story of who she really is. Lena will open your eyes and touch your heart with an honesty that will take your breath away.  * Make You Wet…* All that energy released just right Seemed to be dancing all night Movements perfectly in sync Didn’t even have time to think All the liquids running in the same direction Should cause a passionate erection What to do but follow along Moving to the beat of a romantic song The one in my head that’s slow and sweet It expresses my love with every beat Going for hours in many ways Surprises come to mind as he still lay To please completely and go all out Maybe even cause a silent shout Clenching and moaning I start going down Licking and sucking without a sound Come to your belly and tease a bit Making you do nothing but actually sit Nibbling your sides with my teeth here and there Just enough pressure that you can possibly bear Work my way down, I’m teasing again Making it all seem such a sin I’ve unbuttoned your pants, looking you in the eye Glancing here and there to see if you’re shy You’re breathing deeply, my body now yearns To give all my love you’ve so rightfully earned Clenching again and tipping your head back You’ve definitely showed you’re getting the knack I love you so dearly I kiss again Unzipping so slowly while licking your skin My tongue so wet begins travel Oh, so slowly the night can unravel My hands start wandering, but where to go now You harden at my touch, you wonder how Now you know there’s nothing left to prove You made me a bet I couldn’t make you wet Well, baby, you’re up and I haven’t touched it yet * Suspicion of Passion * Perspiration condenses the situation of which the love created knows only its final turn. Emotions flying and bodies colliding shows only what lovers would prove to be ecstasy confused. Erotic situation, all infatuation, to only realize your mind needs a rest. Your heart is finally at its best which seems to be only so pathetic. To give in to such a feat of no explanation I have only one reason. The reason our findings have only begun, the reason our lives have to show no one, and the reason my heart wants no one, but needs you. Your reaction has no understanding to its fault of companionship and your way of handling is only subtle. I see only your hidden desires of passion for me. Not the so-called truth this happening proves. I see only what my blinding thoughts and conquering dreams propose. For my attempt at happiness begins with my thoughts of you. Our wandering storm of emotions collects hope and leaves reality for those who wish to see it. Our wants and needs seem to be different when they should come together as one. They seem to drift in circles of denial that only spin to one’s half-decent plan of honesty. I jump to stop all that has thrown itself toward our ways and us. I jump to prove you are more than a trick of fate. I shout to let you know that what I’m feeling is really a brief light of suspicion toward my passion and desire for you. Our making love only evokes dwindling and winding words of the unspoken. I only hope yours does, too. I only wait to see if your consciousness will let you see your true love for me. So that this happening, this wake of a content moment, is for life to breathe. * I’m Finally Dead * Dark and deep my feelings may creep Into a hole of sin where my has life has been Worthless wonder my world may crumble Or so it seems, being ripped at the seams My nails scrape down walls of shame The blood runs as thirst begins Do I crave such a feeling of wrong? To watch their eyes cry my dying song Love no longer is found within my days Hope no longer strides upon its way The cuts no longer hurt and my mind won’t think I’m doing things I can’t control My actions have confidence stained With all the bruises my mind shuts down All the voices tell me what to do Nobody understands how much I want to It’s not denial, it’s not fear It’s the others warning me that you’re here I’m told to scream and let it out So the pain and suffering can finally come out That’s not it, I’m telling you it’s true Everything I’ve done is because of you Something’s wrong, it has to be They don’t believe it wasn’t me OK, I’m crazy, whatever the excuse You never know he may see you lose Watch out, please, if they see you run For the blood has been shed The day is no longer fun The voices, they tell me the deed is done What they scream makes only some sense That’s not what matters for they rule my head There, I admit it, I’m finally dead * A Cut and a Strangle * Between a cut and a strangle A scream and a dangle Their hair being pulled The blood being showed The fear in their eyes My legs between their thighs The knife on their skin No regret or wonder of sin They scream and try to kick With restraint I start to lick From eyes to mouth, neck and chin The victim, of course, has to be thin When they shake and quiver of all that fear I let them realize death is finally here With pain and suffering it has to be No one realizes it’s truly me Giving me strength and reason for smiles I’ve been killing for miles and miles Never been caught a day in my life Somehow had the heart to start with my wife I watched her cry and scream within The fear overcame her and crept within I hate to say what happened next I slit her throat and read the text A love letter wrote by her lover to her Where to meet and his love for sure The look in her eyes, the pulse in her wrist Her eyes stopped crying, she unclenched her fist No longer trying to breathe, no longer had to care Whether or not she was going to be there I had no fear or anger left now Of the night I killed her or cared how I’ve moved on now and killed others since Never been caught, always remembered to rinse The joy it brings of power and control I can’t help but admit they’re slow Someday maybe they’ll catch me when I slip up and show my grin   Excerpt "A desire is only a desire until it becomes a passion, then it's all worth it"! ~Lena Rai~

Voices Silently Speak
Lena Rai’s life is revealed within each page of this book of poetry—the journey from
confusion and denial to an acceptance of self that can only be envied. Additionally, she
acknowledges that living tormented in the shadows leaves the opinions of others
unchanged. With courage, she recognizes that the only opinion that matters, the only
opinion she has any real control over, is her own. The choice then is simple — be at
peace or remain in the troubled past.

Although separated into four parts, reading the book sequentially engages the reader’s
involvement with the amazing and therapeutic spiritual journey Ms Rai has been on for
some time.

The progression from ‘Love, Erotica, Personal’ to ‘Dark, Sad, Angst’ to ‘Children,
Society, Hope’ to ‘Other, Abuse, Beat’—even to the final biographical piece entitled
‘Maginkwa’—peals away the layers of Ms Rai’s hauntingly passionate life. She is
revealed as a woman justifiably proud of taking the harsher realities of life and finding
her own truth to live by.

Ms Rai’s use of the poetic medium to show this journey is simply brilliant. The depth of
pain is at times starkly revealed, but always the author’s attempts to move beyond that
shine through. Even those who do not usually enjoy poetry’s seemingly veiled meaning
will find this book well worth the exploration. Its beauty is in more than Ms Rai’s spiritual
journey — it is also in the reader being prompted without preaching to take a closer look
at the way in which life is lived, choices are made, long after the book closes. I am left
without adequate words to express my admiration for such courage and inspiration. I
would highly recommend this book to others.

Caro
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
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