Think I've been collared by demons of pain,
Flaming heavyweight iron collar,
Got me again,
Weighing me down,
It's ripping in gripping,
Is making me sad,
Not far from crying,
Dying would be relief,
Would give a whole lot less grief!
Neck and shoulder takes it again,
It's killing,
Not thrilling,
As raging spasm tugs,
Pain's blunt,
Head stuck in transit,
All I can do is sit!
By ladylivvi1
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Maybe I was comatosed,
I heard not a thing,
those raindrops,
well they must have partied on the ground,
the garden just a sodden plot,
I never heard their footsteps tripping.

Prediction of heavy weather,
for two hot nights strung out in a row,
a little bit like garden garlands,
But,
I saw no flashing lights last night,
preceding night just one or two,

no noise did disturb me,
the lights were all out,
behind my eyes,
was peaceful,
on my pillow,
it took on the role of ear plugs,
as into sleep I slipped.
I'll never know what I have missed,
I slept through everything.
Sleep came and kissed my eyes and ears goodnight,
and that's just what I had.
(C) Livvi

Catch a beating heart and keep it in your pocket,
Keep it very safe and warm,
Never ever lock it,
Massage it well and keep it snug,

Wrap it up in velvet,
Treat it tenderly,
Then when you no longer need it,
You must set it free,

Give to your lover,
When he starts to melt,
Take his heart in return,
And wrap it up in felt.

Two darling hearts become entwined,
In body, and in mind,
A dream perchance,
That no greater love you'll ever find!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

If I thought you cared, I'd care back.
I'm sitting here crying.
I'm dying inside.
No more denying.
My tears flow with a glow.
Nuclear tears.
Burning for years.
Chasing fears.
They won't go.
They can't.
A little bit stuck in a rut,
But........there's nowhere to go.
Except the end of your smile,
And that's miles away.
A kiss goodbye.
Hell why?
(C) LIVVI

Beneath the most majestic yew.
She wrapped her arms tight around you.
You hugged each other full of passion.

She held  you tight, your lips turned blue.
It was not intentional.
With the hug of a constrictor,
She knew not of her own strength.

You never saw me watching.
Knew not,that I was there.
He thought it true love, but she ne'er really cared.
As a lonely witness I stood silent.
As she slowly walked away.
Cell phone rattled in my pocket.
I'm sorry.
(C) LIVVI

Feeling a little hormonal?
If your blood sugars run out of sync,
See Dr Jimmy C,
He’ll have a good think.
Maybe,
You’re maybe feeling rather chubby,
Dr C may diagnose,
An issue that could be right in front of your nose.
He’ll request a check of your bloods,
He will send you to see the vampires,
To check if your thyroid is playing games.
Perhaps you’re just a little hairy,
Spoils your pretty face sweet Mary.
Dr C.
He may be able,
To sort you out and keep you stable.
© Livvi

Off to the shop at the top of the road, to spend a lot of money, that I know I ain't got.
Need to get myself some sweeties,  provide me with a toothless grin.
Can't think what else I need to buy, maybe just,  maybe a little slice of humble pie.

Look at love.
All it brings.
Through a double sided mirror.
Browse reflections of what could have been.
A dithyramb of doubt.
Without a choir of untamed angels.
Bowing down in synchronicity.

Image diverted through the soul of the bearer.
Donation from the wearer of mortal pain.
Sword in hands .
Soul is sliced by angels' touch.
A promise of melting from the ***.
Enticed by he who seeks advice.
Given freedom at hissed request.
The hiss is there the snake is not.

No dealings with badness.
Divest of garments.
Which cover the whole soul.
Petrified as driftwood.
Jetsam.
Discarded on the lonely shore.
Incontestable love.
Incurious woman.
Blithe spirit.
In solo party.
Witch waits in the wings.
Blessed in serenity till war is over!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The blazing sun strokes the summer beach.
Glittering spectacle, shimmering sand.
The obese sea lions burn.
The tide beckons inviting those whole lobster souls.
The **** of the sea, all saline, now dry.  
Mingles with the beach front junk.
The children run riot, they're hot and fed up.
Filled up with ice cream from plastic tubs.
While ***** husbands shoulders rub.
With oil of coconut, girls shoulders fry.

The end of the day.
The sun tumbles from the sky.
Look at the mess of a beach in distress.
The sea lions and whales all rolled off home.
To all the guest houses with children and spouses.
The gulls with rich pickings of sandwich left.
Chucked on the promenade, splattered with grit.
By the child who didn't want it.
The ice cream was better,she enjoyed it  far more.
(c) Livvi

The skipper clung on as a limpet.
He hung onto the rails on top of the deck.
His eyes filled with  sky and petrified.
The swell erupted, as did his belly.
That old wooden ship, my how she did lurch.
Rolled, while riding the tide.
Those breaking bows how they did move.
A ploy to escape the saline plethora.
Neptune, he wanted to sneer her, lead her crew to certain death.
The seabirds circled over head.
A portent that all on board soon would be dead.
The sea deceased, the sky clouds creased.
Wind and weather united together.
And still they became.

Those dangerous seas.
Breath of new morning crept into sight.
The grey man'o'war, he slid alongside.
"Ahoy" was heard, but only by birds.
As the modern crew cried.
An eerie air, greeted the crew.
The moment in time, when old did meet new.
In the galleon's galley, the crew all cremated.
What happened, nobody knew.
What ever happened the night the wind blew?
(c) Livvi

ALL CHANGE

Woke up feeling purple,
a lack of blood supply,
my eyes are crying onions,
my goodness how they cry,
feeling just a trickle sad,
because, the interview so bad,

I have to quit,
I have to leave,

what am I to do?
my fingers they are charged up,
those charges only static,
which is what my life's become.
next train leaving from platform 1,
destination planet Earth,

A new career I fear!
(C) Livvi

There are flowers in my garden.
Roses in summer they climb up my wall.
In springtime gentle flowers of purple, yellow, white and pink fight to scramble through the soil.
A never ending toil.
Late summer, edging into early autumn, twisting fronds of honeysuckle become tangled round the wire.
Entwined until the  leaves fall obeying autumn's coming call.
Alice is hiding underground again, she's sleeping in the fallen warren.
Keeping silly secrets to herself.
The white rabbit became a guinea pig.
The Cheshire Cat broke his teeth eating discarded bits and bobs.
His grin was spoiled.
(c)Livvi

Dress me with your comments,
I will dress in blackness,
Adorn me totally,
With your hearts desires,
Hit me only with sweet kisses,
Your love fills my wings,

My heart's so hot,
She's burning,
So full of fire,
She melts for you,

No longer,
Drift through cloud cover,
I know I have your heart again,
You know I really do!

Have danced with rampant demons,
Through imprecise dusky shadows,
Kept me imprisoned within your cryptic heart,
Locked away in chains,

Like minded imps,
You and I,
Poke fire with fire,
By way of feign,

Smoke machine makes fabrications,
While in your dreams you play,
In fantasy,
Behind your eyes,
Try to delude yourself,
Pure In mind's eyes sweet illusion!

Your honey ****** will catch you,
Keep you stuck in sticky touch,
When from the heights you tumble,
As a supporting crutch,

Truly deeply,
I believe,
That good love never dies,
Lying in his shadows gloom,
Only cos he cries,
Hell on earth sweet baby boy,
While somewhere saturated,
Lost in space,
Abridging his demise,
In words where darkness waits!
Livvi Kent 2013

I sit and I sniff as my nose it doth trickle,
the pollen got hold of me,
I'm all in a pickle,
my eyes are so itchy,
I pop in my drops,
maybe I'm lucky as quickly it stops,

Magic pollen,
bringer of life ,
maker of flowers,
it so makes me sneeze,
my sneezing's so bad,
if I get too much closer,
with my powerful sneezes,
maybe,
just maybe,
I will uproot the trees,
destroying nature, with a sneeze.

Take all my pills and rub on my lotions,
trying so hard not to cause a commotion,
what more can I do with hay fever,
except express my emotions!
(C) Livvi

Today I took time out on my way home.
I sat on a pavement by Southampton Central Station.
I missed the bus home.
Talking to a homeless chap
I started talking to him
You guys all know me.
What are you like?
I hear you say.
He was straight, he said, "I am an alcoholic".
Good on him for honesty...and no.
To those of you who actually know me in the real world.
He is not, nor ever will be my boyfriend.
Had enough of  those described as societal dregs.
We talked for about 20 minutes.
I told him I was a nurse and a poet.
He asked me to read to him, which me being me did.
I know it doesn't surprise you
I'm shockingly kind and just a little bit stupid.
He was mesmerized by my words.
I got to the last line.
He thanked me for making his day brighter.

And on that last line.
I hope you all had a great day.
I did.
I got a brand new granddaughter.
Welcome to the world.
It's a joy to be alive x
(C) LIVVI
I read FOREST OF ANGELS to him.
My new granddaughter is really sweet and my grandsons all blow my mind **

Take thine love.
Through a needle thread it.
Knot it safely 'pon the tip.
Ne'er may it slip.
At times, twill be taut and twisted.
Upon samplers,
such love loaded needle shall be run,
Led with care, through fabric squares and calico.
Love so sweet stumbles inwards, outwards.
No man shall ever know how such shiny love may flow.
It's leading needle, perhaps may scratch at times.
Golden flowing thread.
Together united, joined at the head.
Caught by the heart.
Together forever, nevermore to part.
(c)Livvi

I wish I'd met you at twenty.
Almost as if we were meant to be.
I met you too, late, and hell it was great.
To hug you to kiss you and to curl on the grass.
In a dream, all that it was was a dream.
Now you have a have awoken, having clicked the reset switch.
The buttons we clicked were just incorrect.
Now that it's over,I have no regrets.

A tree stands alone, rarely noticed, in a place of silence, by anyone, bar the birds.
It gets beaten by the sun in summertime.
In wintertime stripped bare.
Unnoticed, as ever.
Not a leaf left in sight, unless it is an evergreen.
A Christmas tree which features in a seasonal magazine
However: a star in it's own right.
Twinkling, welcoming.
Still standing all alone, but noticed nonetheless.
(C)LIVVI

She's painted as a lonely soul,
she is not,
aesthetic in her heart and mind,
she is an exquisite work of art,
she's waiting to be recognised.
A masterpiece of soul inside,
she is painted on a canvas,
in tones of royal blue,
an accoutrement of scarlet stripes,
she caught them on her painted lips.
She is sat at the  daytime terminus,
she is eating ice cream,
freezing cold,
while sipping at her plastic straw,
filled up with diet lemonade,
it sates her need for sugar and it keeps her fizz alive!
(C) Livvi

On Monday he married her,
On Tuesday he thumped her,
On Wednesday he wanted her more so he apologised,
On Thursday she trusted him not punch her again.
On Friday she was truly ******, he gave her lots more pain.
On Saturday they shared love's bed.
On Sunday seers truth obliged, for on Sunday, he her slew.
(c) Livvi

Intoxicated on the reminiscent spice of love laying dormant in a heart of natural golden hue,
Love is skinned in pelt of glory flowers as morning glory rises,
Rising to the heights of passions' kiss for an eternal dance,
To endure love through hours awake, until the joy of sleep doth take,
Stroke a spine with satin touch ,
Fingertips party dancing in cordate motion,
Aching feet soothed with soft massage, in unspoken message of love!
Livvi Kent 2013.

My peace is in bits,

My bits are in pieces.

I'm forced,through a colander through dreams what got broke.

I'm choking on a passion which hangs round my neck.

I'm broken and battered,




Life on the whole is doing me in.

I'm fighting a battle

Got not no chance of winning.

There will be no awards for me in this role.

A tumbled disaster I've lost all my goals.




There is monster living under my dress,

My monster is criminal, it's first name is stress.

It affects my being, it affects every function.

Between here and there and then and now.

In my dark space

I'm stuck at the junction.

I so detest it.

(C)LIVVI

She who must be loved.
The meaning of her name.
The lady Amanda.
A loyal friend to many.
An honest friend to me.
The sweet gypsy lady prepares her sweet pegs.
Putting their clothes on and dressing their legs.
Some with hats and pretty dresses.
Unless they're bald  they have woolen tresses.
Had the pleasure of meeting her mum at work.
Where Amanda, my sweet friend introduced  me as Olivia the poet.
Requested that a poem for her I did prepare.
Of course I did, because I care!
(C) Livvi

Once upon a time,
you know that old chestnut,
the routine story start,
there was a male being,
with the thickest blackest greasy hair,
a joy of eccentricity,
for a long time,
more than a smile for a while,
she kept him locked up under her hat,
the straw one that she wore,
he was beautiful and tender,
then he left.

Upon his leaving a thousand nuclear winters were born,
delivered with them winters chill,
As pair of stanchions,
together they once stood,
protecting their respective broods,
in their ways of contrition,
in the end were no happy ever afters,
but a stroke of crazy laughter,
Amen my friend!
(C) Livvi

The maiden with the bitten heart.
The chiselled one made out of ice.
Melted by a super nova.
From the starkness.
Out of darkness.
There so appeared the peeping green of snowdrop leaves.
Little white flowers trying hard to scratch the surface.
To bridge the pain of what once was.
The river simmers.
If water were able to burn,so sure they should be burning now.

Running beneath the bridge.
The bridge that sighs under the weight of the world.
The water holds it's passion tight,
So be it, let it burn.
just before it says goodbye.
Sends it to the estuary
Running wild
frothing free.
May the sea freeze.
Amen.
(C)LIVVI

Love is not insipid.
With poetry strong,
Undeniable ox.
She's soft as a kitten.
When need doth declare.
Gentle as silk.

She's hard as nails of iron wrought.
Aware in heart that true love can never ever be bought.
Like respect it needs earning.
Love can be touched at times.
For her only the surfaced grazed.

When she finds you.
You'll be amazed
******* dressed.
Then runs away free.

Currently undressed near naked.
Vulnerable.
Such an empty shell remains.
Left alone.
Feeling just a little lost.

The only spirit my love knows is that of a ghost.
A ghost writer with mighty quill.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Somebody is stealing our work!
"******* POETRY COMPUTER!"
PLEASE BE AWARE THAT MAY HAPPEN TO YOU!
IT HAS HAPPENED TO ME TWICE TODAY!
REGARDS!
LIVVI X

In dreams I have a million wishes,
I have no wealth,
It's immaterial,
I am heaven blessed.

I have no money,
Just a wealth of mental writes,
Created by life's stimulation,
I am found each day,

Kiss me quick,
I need reminding,
How it feels to love again,

As love flies gently on my brain,
Forever and a day,
My love is blessed through poetry's,
Kiss,
Explicit in my world desired.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I once wished to lay here forever.
Desired life's fire.
Tripping to live.
Living to trip.
To inhale your memory.
A fix of you.
I felt you near.
I smelled your scented envelope.
Envelopes full of imagery.
Senses enhanced.
Enriched.
To bathe before your seeking eyes.
Your images locked within my mind.
Twisted distortions.
Contortions.
You got so very boring.
Now I want to sleep.
(C) LIVVI

Amsterdam,
Oh Amsterdam.
The lingering bells of a multitude of bicycles.
Clinging to the misty air.
Carefree.
Careless.
Canal flows past.
Upon which dances sunlight.
A bundle of sparkles.
It's early morning in-situation.
The ladies of night, are still sat propped up sleepily.
Looking like they're wide awake.
The coffee shops seem to  never quit,they never seem to sleep.
Wake up and smell the coffee.
Delft grinders shaped as windmills turn and grind.
Oh to awaken in fair Amsterdam.
(C) LIVVI

Do you know what?
Tomorrow never comes.
Well it didn't for you.
Sweet baby blue.
Blazing voice.
Swallowed by success.
A musical soul.
Through your veins ran such talent.
Opened your mouth and pleasure flowed.
What once was magic.
Bought forth wretched tragedy.

Talent damaged by a life of dreams of lemonade bubbles.
Lemonade full of trouble.
Hubble bubble.
Double trouble.

A diamond in the rough.
Tragic ending.
My god.
The loss of such amazing talent.
Amy sweet Amy.
Queen of the voice.
Sleep well.
Feed the ears of the world.
Still dance in the shadows.
You may in persona be gone.
Powerful voice without end.
Tomorrow and for many more tomorrows  we keep you near in heart and mind.
Tales  of being taken much too soon.
Of your sad loss the tales are true
Sleep long and peaceful.
Peachy lady.
Only the good die young.
(c)Livvi



.
...


Olivia Kent

Don't analyse me,
nor criticise me.
What you to see is what you get.
It matters not a jot to me how much you try to extricate.
I love the fact the world is trying,
*******, it's great.
I analyse myself regularly.
For once in a lifetime,
I actually know me.

The dark poet has a softer side,
It's hiding.
There it will stay,
it's really not playing today.
Sometimes it hides away.
Every so often, a visible ****** of a mischievous child at play.
Once in a blue moon a poetic stroppy mare, will kick up her heels and run through the sand pit,
Kicking at dust, and twirling her hair.
it's too short to be a mane at the moment,
But it sure as hell will grow again,
And I'll go dancing in the rain.
With or without my pen!
(C) Livvi

Mary and Jo left home.
Moved away from the sea.
The sea of Galilee that was my mistake.
Is in fact a mega lake.

Fired up their fearsome machine.
Heigh **, wheels on fire.

Rode to Bethlehem, that day.
Not one room to be found.
He installed his lady in the barn.
Joseph he fancied a pint of something, so dear.
A pint of special brew, I fear.
Fiancee laboured merrily,
Ding ****, my my, you can hear her language fly.

Jo wanders in late.
In a mighty state.
Saw an angel lingering on high.
Thought to himself, ** ** **.
What was in that mighty beer?

Strolled into the back room where Mary, the missus,
Had delivered to him his son,
The son of God.
He never thought he was that important.
(C) Livvi

The noise of the seashore.
Screaming summertime children, drown out their decibels.
Those thieving flaming seagulls.
Still they hover over seaside dives.
Humming, squawking on the rob.
Fearless pirates steal from the unwary.
Not mysterious albatross or any sailor boys
These birds,they are true ancient mariners.
Sail not upon the sea, but bathe in harbour lights.
Flying on the warming drift.
Carried on sunshine.
Immense, scary birds.
Just to pinch a pasty.
Cornering a cornet, the eater hath no place to hide.
Tussled and tangled in flowing summer hair.
They want your pasty,  you are their victims and  they really do not care.
Fearless Herring gulls, not just after shining fish!
(C) Livvi

Ancient Work!
Posted by Olivia Kent on March 14, 2013 at 6:01pm
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Look at a building constructed of stone, rhomboid bricks of multiple facets, so many hues..easily seen.
Built in isolation stands lone for several lifetimes and more,
The face at top welcomes me in , at the start of each day I work..!
A theatre  with no curtain call, lives close to the sky,
One or two lovers just come here to die..,.
No Romeo or Juliet waiting here,
Just Mr.S and his lovely old dear, they say good bye as a chap and wife,
In Winchester hospital he left this life !
Such sweet kiss he gave her before his depart, cos old age grabbed him,
cease-fired his heart!
Declared a love forever so true,
Loved for a lifetime, this magical two!
Copyright Livvi Kent 14/03/2013.

Guilt lives at the nib of a fountain pen.
And so it flows.
Escaping in front of the eyes of the witness.
Provided by the conscious process of thought.
Guilt spun in a golden web.
Very sticky.
Caught.
Shiny.
Switched on.
Maybe better late than never.
Now and always just forever!
(c) Livvi MMXV

Apocalyptic pockets, emptying their sorrow,
Careful pockets filled with love abound.
Selfless pockets, astounding,
Pockets, fragile pockets.
Hiding indoors, make not a sound.
Advice falling on ears that hear now.
No street walking.
Stay out of the shop.
Reduction in numbers soon,
Maybe tomorrow,
Or the day after.
These darkened moments will stop.
They must,
Fill up your metaphoric pockets, with unreal angel dust.
As only you must!
(C)LIVVI

And the Ayes Have it!

Glance across near vacant room.
Elicit kind response.
Silent soul sits in the corner.
Twiddling with a skein of scarlet embroidery thread.
Elderly lady rocks on her wooden chair.
Muttering to herself.
Her nose in the air.
Small brindle puppy.
Curled up in front of the open hearth.
Sleeping peacefully.
Two people and a dog.
Sat in near silence.
The rockers on the rocking chair.
Swinging back and forth as if a metronome.
In a world of their own.
Taps time near silently.
Click clack.
Occupants look up.
Eyes of starlight.
Sudden sparkle.
Life apparent again.
Time moved fast.
A grey afternoon.
Sudden thought.
Said she, with nose in the air.
Like she didn't care.
Think there's a job to be done.
Need to walk the dog.
'Aye,' said the near silent one.
The heather called loudly in a blaze of mauve.
Aged lady.
Silent tear trickled down her cheek.
'Aye,' you have to in sorry retort.

Misses days walking the dog.
In the good the old days.
When she could still walk!
By ladylivvi1
Something different for a change!

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I swear the clock struck 13
Horses frolicking happily in the paddock.
Drove up past Bolton's bench
In the forest old, but renowned as new.
On the crest of the hill a herd of wild ones stood.
Grazing in freedomas they stood in the open air.
Grey and grubby they were.
Maybe they needed a shower.
They got one anyway.
The sky exploded.
All hail the ponies.
Standing still as the raindrops fell.
The forest village swam by with people of all persuasions, in boy scout gear and boys brigade with bugles and banners,
Marching past, saluting the soldiers as they passed.
Young and old amassed.
All in the name of the crown.
(C) Livvi

You look like the devil ,when you're playing.
The guitar man with the face that contorts, he's cavorting.
He's a player, an angel slayer.
He drops to his knees, before his brothers and sisters,
All fallen angels.
Dark demon with love in his eyes.
Fallen angel's demise.
The demon is her lover.

And the she ***** is single.
She's dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
who is single.

A face full of stone cold sober guitar.
The guitarist, the angelic
mother of lust.
Moth eaten wings, pretty things,
Golden mind without no strings.
No dulcet tones, just lonesome moans
Noisy wails.
Discount lover bought in the sales.

And the she ***** is single,
She dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
Who is single.

Let the devil play on.
One look and she's gone.
(c) Livvi

Not every poet is a Wordsworth,Keats or Plath ,
a Dickinson perhaps,
Poetic creativity,
an impropriety of wild mind,
and sharpened wit.
It's a description of words,
spilled from contorted buckets.

Some words tall,
they are as giraffes,
Marked with blotchy patches.
Others small, as wistful shrews.
That's the curse of open verse.
Words for the moment, captured in ink,
makes them stop and maybe think.
Sharp as a knife blades
often spoken,
dark as night.
Makes her nothing less of a poet.
An influence all of her own.

Some's words are vacant nothingness.
The lady's just a snooty ****,
she strikes a fearsome pen.
She strikes a light as she ignites,
passion in the hearts of men.
(C) LIVVI

And So The Wind Came!

Clouds amassed in morning sky.
Grey and dancing.
Breeze fresh.
Blowing as the winds of change
Legions, brimming full with rain.
Appearing as sentinels.
Protecting the concealed sun.

Matinee brings with it the weather.
Acting out her violent scenes.
And so the wind came.
Lashing of legs tied in her bite.
A thrashing inferno that's burning with pain.
So stealthily the rain it came.

Let not Saint Antonio visit.
The saint of fellows lost.
May the blast not purge us in it's wild whip.
Let the wind not bring amass of rain.
Dispatch not floods our way.
Let the hurricane play and bay.
Her heart's content.
As wild hungry hound.

Barometer pointer swivels.
Storm it shrieks.
Melee over land.
Let Heaven guard the seas.
May the sea control her swell.
Keep all safe and well!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The bucket got in the way,
Brushed it with a clumsy foot,
Over it went.
A whirlwind created.
Exploding flashing lights.
Several past love memories struggled out, somewhat bedraggled, slightly soggy.
Not a smile to be seen, but never begrudged.
The noise, it was unbearable, as a mighty fight broke out.
Extracted from that bucket, memories, a combination, good and bad, arguing with each other, trying to prove a point.
Those good memories flew out as satin butterflies, delicate and dainty.
The bad, as vicious angry wasps, getting in my hair.
They're annoying the butterflies, stinging them, making them really sore, tainting them with toxins, in a full on war of inflammation leaving feelers numbed.
The good memories outstanding, trying hard to tip the scales, still the bad  stole the equilibrium.
(C) Livvi

Angel!

This dark man,
He's wrapped in angel wings,
My feet collected, swept away,
Universal in escape from reality's nightmares,
As we float, traversing a million miles of skyscape,
In his safe protection,
I'm relaxing safe in angel arms,
Such glorious freedom to fly.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

As an angel I shall rise.
Dead from the waist down.
Dying from the waist up.
I wear around my head a halo.
Maybe a hello instead.
Kindness and sensitivity.
Lacking understanding.
Sympathy is nearly dead.
An empty vessel with a crack.
Breaking fast.
A heart attack.
Underfoot a field of verdant green.
Brighter than you've ever seen.
Reversing into psyche.
Sideways.
For today is the greyest.
The man said, it's always darker before the dawn.
See how I feel in the morning.
Probably worse than I will do in the afternoon.
Maybe you never ever knew me.
You always said you thought you did.
You didn't.
You never could.
As I don't even know myself

(c)Livvi MMXV

A Little Dark Humour for You!
Angels Don't Have Wonky Eyes!

Going through those gates of pearl,
Sudden vision ,
Lovely girl!
Charismatic aura,
All smiling,
Glorious halo,
Supported by nylon strings,
Unreal!

Noted,
This nefarious fellow,
Shocked to end his days in heaven!
Spun round while greeted,
By angel discreet,

Realised revenge was truly sweet,
Ex-wife was angel he did meet!
Angel turned to him and smiled,
No longer meek,
No longer mild,
Really feeling rather wild!

Archangel,
Fallen came to fetch him
Gonna take you straight to hell,
Said she,

Had to create a little story,
Dedicated to his lost glory!

With a knowing wink and a glint in her eye,
She grabbed his arm,
Screamed,
Sorry honey,
We gotta fly,

He made her dance when she was alive,
The karma effect,
She had revived!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

This angel cries saline tears,
As emotion wells,
Love's insane,
Hung on a crucifix of past captured pain,
Released,
Uncontrolled,
Non-compliant while in wild nightmares,
Darkness touches passion flower enlightened soul!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)