I don't care any more
nor do i care any less
but i'm your lover, not your *****
and you're the reason for this mess

Parading your **** like you're in command
I have limits to your inane nonsense
I'm finally making my stand
No longer giving out to your reasons

I will stand tall, no matter what
Shape up and become a Man
Quit thinking below the waist
and treat me like I know you can

Empty vessels would clang the most
Never exercising the need to be humble nor coy
You're an underachiever with the penchant to boast
You were never a man, but a childish little boy

But, no matter what you have done or who you have become, i still see the passion within you
I see a pure love that we have created, one that is so true...
Although you have made many mistakes in the past
I am still sitting here willing to stick around for this love i know will last...

for ever and until the end
until they lay us six feet under
hand in hand as we die
i will be your lover

a lover to cherish the ground you walk on,
even when you stumble and shake,
i'll be your first in command,
because with you, there is too much at stake.
i want to be that lover,
who awaits in adoration of your arrival,
that one lover,
who loves you until our love is final.

I carved my chest and gave you this heart.
We flowed through the nile and overcame ocean tides.
A seed of bliss you planted in me and our love was born once more, leaving me scarred.
I thought you were proud and passionate but the truth was cloacked by your lies.
You dined with others while I recovered.
I resent you but appreciate the gift of new life that we have, this bond we share may never break,
for it's the only bond that makes us care.

I'm tilted and insist that you know I am grateful now here we
are-
an alliance. Let's see ourselves onwards, be borne by our
fondness-in accord, be our love for the colloquy.

Spry, exuberant. We are free spirits draining oceans of ink, bathing in rivers of lies to find the truth while saturated by pride.
We are propelled to propinquity, as we seek for a better prospect while drowning in propensity.

Our hearts bleed onto the paper,
wanting more love of passion
to spill out endlessly,
so others can relate
to share this burning fire
Deep within our souls.
we seek endlessly for acceptance and relatability,
with someone who we can feel
safe to share these wonderful feelings,
feelings of want from our vulnerable hearts.

In sharing our vulnerable hearts,
I becomes We
the divine flame burns brightly, guiding lonely souls
to meet heart to heart on this happy road of destiny
a stream of gratitude flows from our bloods, and we discover that we write to connect
to the divine source that empties us and fills us.

It was a once and forever thing
this wild thought of mine
how did I ever think I could be happy
once again ...

Although life goes on
as the summer mist disappears
I will never forget
your first words
the churning of my heart
and our wild thoughts
yes my love, this could have been
a wonderful excitement
of love that never could win ...

Although heart broken
myself feels a million miles away
you will always be there
but darling
and I wouldn't change a thing
in our whirlwind romance ...

Yes I was once a little girl ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

The birds break into song
as they see sweet Serenity
ride on by
the morning mist dances
the sky swift changes to bright light
as sweet Serenity dances into the day
Eluding memories of summers splash
water temperatures just perfect
Little Serenity tiptoes in
as she sings her song ...

"Red leaves fallen upon the dock
and the birds fly by, the butterflies
with striking colors, touches my nose
and makes me cry."

Little Sweet Serenity riding shyly
on her little bicycle
sweet as pie, loves to eat blackberries
on the hill by the railroad track
until the train came racing by ...

As the twilight begins
the folic in the air
little sweet Serenity
has a tummy ache
to many blackberries
to many songs
sends little Serenity
to say good night
until tomorrows new light ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Your bravery to speak your mind
your laughter that made us know
you loved us one and all
on each and every show,
no words can describe
the love I feel for you
the loss our lives will be
without your humorous tees ...

Robin, oh dear friend,
although we never met
I knew oh so well, in every part
that you played,
your Oscars and money
didn't matter to you at all,
all you wanted was to help
your side kicks, the human kind,
you see Robin
we are your family, we cry for our loss
you are taken from us, its just not fair
there will be no more
tomorrows with you in it ...

Your sadness that brought on your death
is so very real these days,
the hurt that breaks the heart
doesn't ever seem to mend.
the darkness that envelops
our lives seems to over power us so many times
we see as death the only escape,
that brings so much sorrow
to all that love us.
Robin how we loved you, everything
about you, even in the dreamed curse ...

The moon has risen and now there will be another day,
your memories and movies and laughter will be with us
all around the world, but you 'dear friend have gone on
to the great beyond in the sky ...

Robin, good morning to you ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

A portal which penetrates deepest thoughts,
secrets desires and fantasies
is clouded, trying to remember what was said
what was done ...

She sleeps peacefully, unaware,
as he peeks over to look at her loveliness
pondering these thoughts as he sits in a chair
in the corner of the room ...

The magic in the room brought on
warm love from the night before.
Soon she will awaken with thoughts
of her own, will she stay? will she want
his arms once again,
will they have charm and magic one more
time ...

The day was breaking, coffee was brewing
with cobwebs still lingering, he opens the blinds
to let sunshine in, she appears and smiles
with clothes in hands, slowly getting dressed
'what a beauty she is', he thinks;
as she walks out the door,
throwing a gentle kiss and wondering...

'One day, she will look at me', he thinks,
'and love me' ...

'One day, he will look at me', she thinks,
'and love me' ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Her palms on the shower wall
steam in the air, hot water covering
her tears, choking back, head bent down
body tense, from the shocking affair ...

The affliction of her heart
cries in distress,
of a lost soul bound ...

The anger builds as she screams
to relieve the hurt, agonizing pain
yet no one hears ...

Alone and isolated in silence,
alienated as one soul
she's breathless as panic evolves
through the horror of her fears ...

Wounded by words that were spoken
she falls deep in her black hole ...

Her escape ...

Miles apart
a new beginning,
of what could be
she fantasizes of him
a star, a knight of white
her desire to be loved,
She wants to cry for her feelings
the soulless of her grave,
tortured, unloved
once again ...

Her palms on the shower wall ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

The well of inspiration, the whisperer of words of wisdom washing away woes and wounds of wallowing men and women.

She imbues lost and broken hearts, with bliss not a drop of ink is waisted as her skill is demonstrated.

Passionate and proud, we ponder after she writes. She's the master of imagery and the Queen of Poetry.

Fall away into sweeter dreams, where tears are but the morning dew escaping the sun.

Sleep in fields of abundant ecsasty, where cupids need no arrows as love
is melody.

Dream of memories mirroring     mesmorising scenes. Where plants      dance to the rhythm of the wind.
Elation being the theme.

Silence breaths violence ominous sounds at night loud owls being quite

Knifes dine with guns mate with thugs and breed sons who spill guts

The old bath in young sins of love while caved by deeds of pride

At the edge of horrors the Sun rises, darkness is incinerated and peccancy is evaporated

He said my eyes were intense;
He said I scared him...
But I know they are intense.
I know that I'm fierce.
They do follow you,
they look intense at you
like a Monalisa stare,
throwing hot insence
and daggers into your chest.
They make you reach, hold your breath,
pause and sight.
I have seeing it well...
But why do you fear my eyer.
Maybe because my glanze can read your soul
and turn you into a better man.