This evening a terrible discovery I made.
Adolf ****** was a ******.
On all those life's he preyed.
He played his sickening games.
When totally out of his head.
The megalomaniac leader.
Plastered out of his head.
He ran impure merry hell.
He played wicked games with crystal ****.
Never let the world forget,
Just how corrupting drugs can get.
Not just his head but many more.
Drugs responsible.
Mass destruction.
Chemical war.
Drug addicted mother's *****.
For all out war.
(C) Livvi

I will not die for you
Woman fey of flesh and home,
I linger but to see you unfrock
The holy, set rogues to roam.

Why should I thus be consumed
In breath like coldest fire?
Shape of rising waterfalls
That state, I surely do not desire

The downy *******, the runny skin,
Spark of cheek, notes of hair in shower,
The gliding step, the gusty tone,
Fools have died for much less a dower.

The lancing pools, the hemlock mien,
The highland sheen, the dawn-bird voice,
The Safire eye, over step of pyramid
Merlin gave Arthur a safer choice.

I will not drown for you,
Flood of hair, red as the lye
In parted Jordan, that sea, not me,
Shall pine as ever, slowly dying.

Your healing humors, your subtle sovereignty,
Your blood, noble as seven-seas are blue,
Little mirror who paints the sky,
Though nearly, I will not die for you.

Angels don't cry for me
Shadow light sprinkle lightly on my head don't you see. .

Sparkles lightening in the sky
Dying grey day envelopes the way
Where hearts surges to follow the silence of art
with wind beneath your wings
I beg you not to cry ...

Having taken the journey
from dark to light
became the beginning of the end
discovering my own source
hence the reason to look within ...

Soft wind prayers surrounding the hearts
That fluffs like the peaks
Of the valley alms that leeks
Where random fathoms live so well
High on the hills that ring their bell
In a gentle sweet sound
Finally To be found. ....

Angels Don't Cry for me....*

Debbie Brooks 2014

I cannot tell a flower to bloom-
just because the whole of creation waits with bated breath-
the waiting is all part of the wonder-
not to be denied or foreshortened-
I can add some much needed water if drought is near-
nurture runs deep in the centre of life-
this too will not be denied or cast off-
beauty demands recognition and always will survive

Pick-pocketing angels leave me with no change
Tampered pill bottle head, rattling brain rearranged
Hold me close like a nostalgic note
Please don't toss me away like the others do

I heard my song
on the twisted radio.
It sent me on a path
that I didn't want to go.

It rang up my past
of hate and deceit.
Sad song of yesterday
gone down in defeat.

It ***** through the straw
of castrated demands.
The beat of the drum
plays in the band.

Put in my place
from every note played.
It's the last song I hear,
I don't want to stay.

Good god you're in a freaking mess .
Over cultured under-dressed.
A pearl living in suburbia.
A face crippled by wrinkles.
Support offered only, by undernourished blood and bone.
You try to raise a smile, but your supportive cement foundation breaks.
Your lips a shade of putrid pink.
Once a girl of glamour.
Sported a pearl necklace.
A sporty kind of gal.
Etiquette on legs.
Standing before me.
After the night that she fell from grace.
Society disgrace.
Just  high and mighty dregs left behind.
Sediment at the base of an old whine bottle.
I cared enough to notice you.
Must have been the nurse in me.
I stopped.
We chatted.
I saw how you felt.
I felt it too.
We drank tea together.
I rested the leather on the soles, of my overworked shoes.
I so enjoyed the moments I spent.
Those spent creating you deep in my mind.
(C) Livvi

A weekend of chasing snails over the garden gate.
A never ending stream of work, fell from a pretty pen.
Indecorous facts of undressed penance.
The woman needs to rest in peace.
Oh deary me.
Or maybe dreary me.
There's too much for this girl to do.
Tap tap, rock, rock.
leans over the desk.
All this work is rather mean.
Emptied my drawers, found all that was lost.
A little amendment.....one hell of a cost.
and so I carry on.
Added a few new bits to boot.
Out with the printer and huge old box files.
She breathes insignificant, but some how still smiles.
Much better to have kept up to date.
You know what I mean mate?
(C) Livvi

Woke up.
Just as sleep was drifting in.
I found I had been dribbling.
My pillow entirely wet.
Must have been dreaming of holding you tight.
Close in my mind.
May you please linger.
Maybe just maybe, I thought I was your baby and that you were holding me tight.
I thought maybe, I could have snuggled my self in a ball,
like a baby protected by you.
Perhaps you were stroking my reddish brown hair.
Probably, you'd kissed me gently upon my forehead or my cheek or even my neck.
No biting now, I may like it, but the boss probably won't.
You could always have rolled me over onto my back.
Gently of course.
Possibly, you said I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you.
I guess you didn't mean to either.
You kissed my hair.
I was gently lured back into the land of sweet repose.
I'm guessing sleep took over and no one ever knows.
Sleep's just mother nature's amnesiac.
(C) Livvi

I did it all for the money, lord
These raindrops been falling too much
and most days I can't find my strength,
pulling out parts of myself for sacrifice,
Winter nights spent with unknown faces,
This temple of yours seems so alien now

We play with silence like a child
plays with a rubber band -
we stretch it and bend it until
it breaks, or until we tire
of the same old game.

By: Abaigeal Skye*

The sun is in my eye,
Wintry breath upon my spine.
Spring in my clumsy step,
Falling into your seasons,
Each as divine.

Sprouting from the grooves,
Sidewalks melting moons.
Life dripping from the leaves,
Green driving away the blues,
Spiraling up with the loons.

Lapping at the heat they crave,
Rush by, lush grasses wave.
The earth bursts, untamed.
Eyelids flutter with robin skies,
As they rave.

Crackling ribs for kindling,
Omens for what wind will bring.
Eternal, infernal synergy,
Whistling through branches,
Weaving crowns for a king.

Crystallizing each shuddering breath,
Trees seem to whisper inevitable death.
Cheeks of primrose,
Sending crimson back,
Encasing the aftermath.

The sun is in my eye,
Wintry breath upon my spine.
Spring in my clumsy step,
Falling into your seasons,
Each as divine.