Envisaged realities
Dangling before eyes
Fading away
Out of reach
In pursuit of glory
Teetering on the
On the edge
Of reason and insanity
The long sharpened probe of fear
The awakened dreamer
Plummeting out of sight.

That which gives fragrance...

where does the fragrance go
when it rots...

Is my being...

an ecstatic sobriety
or
a sober drunkenness...

I wonder...

Some people
are apologetic
when they
break things...

Some people
break hearts
and pretend
nothing happened...

~~~

black birds cluster in
barren winter trees like leaves...
... caw loquaciously

lone dove on far branch
shivers in the frigid wind
then she flies away

she goes far beyond
the subtle pink sunrise to
a place of summer


(c) soulsurvivor

Such intense pleasure grows out of the Soul potted in phase shift Soil.
The Heavens watered her petals to bloom, flowers of everlasting peaceful serene.

I am drawn into calming bliss, basking in her intoxicant solution of fragrance ~ wafting in the wisp-ers of wind, rising my eyes to the heart of her mind.

*My humble Soul shudders ~

Hiding in silence.
No words be spoken and tales never told.
Secrets hidden in the curled up pages of a tan tainted book.
The lost hide within.
Ran under my skin.
True eruption of passion as written words break.
Life's sustenance stuck between the sticky centre pages where they dwell.
Escapism urged on with the pen.
It's written.
The demons left.
Wave them goodbye with a white handkerchief.
Your self is finally resting like a dove at peace.
(C) Livvi

Walk down the valley
Seeing no sun
Fade in the shadows
Casts of everyone

Every corner is a game
Win, lose or death
Tipping over fear
One final breathe

Cracks across the moon
Cry myself to sleep
Pull the blanket over
Silence is the creep

Minutes fade forever
Time is only pure
Ingested bloodstream poison
Leave this place for sure

No one understands
Standing in my place
Knotted up inside
Staring face to face

Fetal as a fever
Crazy simple man
Time is all but over
Execute the plan

Women are powerful tools.
The brain of a good woman should never be abandoned.
Nor abused.
A woman is the touch paper upon the blazing torch.
Some women listen to what you desire.
Not all of course.
That would be far fetched.
Men think with their trouser contents.
Women with their brains.
Planning days in odds and sods.
The man beasts think they're demigods'.
Not all by any stretched imagination.
Most are lovely in their own way.
The natural order of coexistence.
Dictates that one and one makes two.
(C) Livvi

TIME FOR TEARS.
The cenotaph, a sea of memories and poppies.
Let us not forget these souls.
Remembrance service on the Mall,
God Bless each and everyone, upon this day of fall.
A sombre sobering thought.
A lump in my throat.
These brave souls always will have a special place within my heart.
And so they should always be remembered for brave acts and facing forced fire.
Without any choice.
Sleep well brave fellows of aged wars and modern wars.
Today I hold you in remembrance.
Poppy blessings on a bright Sunday in November!
(C) Livvi

Put me in a freak show
What do you see?
Go to big top
Pay the ******* fee

Be amazed  
Do not fear
Cover your eyes
I am not here

Laugh at the clown
See the liar
Fall to the ground
Death by the wire

Fly in the air
Swallow the sword
Cut in half
Missed the board

Lobster boy
Bearded lady
Strongest man
Nothing too shady

Lights go down
Big top fell
Scream of ******
Gone to hell