Hidden from my reality, my mind wonders by his world

does he see me in the mist of his spiritual dream

am I invisible to his kiss, his touch and love

or only a timeless imagery of those dark gorgeous eyes

my daydreams come daily, what our love could be

as he is always in the back of my pleasuring mind

just waiting for my eyes to close

to see my love,

so we can see each other once more

you see the Invisibility of our love

grows with each dream and wow how it lasts

to look upon another and not be invisible again

as my body travels through time and dreams ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

We smile, touch each others hands
as the excitement of the other explodes
in our eyes ...

With rose petals on my pillow
he kissed my lips, and made me bloom ...

What the outer world brings
is no concern here
we retreat into our passion
and the world disappears ...

In her steamy neglected darkness
a passion buried deep within
to have what love she desired
as she walked lonely into her bedroom ...

That love that is God's gift
amidst the turmoil and chaos
to retreat into comfort
no machinery of war can give ...

She twirls her hair with one hand
as she motions for her love to appear
her loneliness so apparent ..
As he sits in the darkest room ...

And out of the chaos he emerges in strength
to take her in his scarred arms
and breathe passion into her lips
they take pleasure and give pleasure to one another
as God's gift comes to light
were it so everywhere ...

She stretches out her arms
take me just the way I am,
you're my type of man
I will love you like there is no tomorrow ...

But love spent,
he must part into the chaos
slumped shoulders of regret
that they are not with the Gods ...

Its nice to know our kiss can explode into a world of song..

Debbie Brooks and H. Bennett Hubbard 2014

High atop the waves, over looking the world apart
she stands with tender hands, ready to caress Seas Heart
calming the storm, riding the waves
water will sound, hiding in the tiniest caves
echoes through night, to hear his masters voice
his head held high, nudging her lovely choice
until the morning breaks, the dew breaks over the ocean
the salt as thick as thieves, while the waves are roaring like a locomotion ...

Rose, an offspring of beauty and strength,
skies of fire and burn from afar and add quite a length
floods of water racing over the top
head pounding like fire, what a flop
burning sensations of the salt
to the tongue taste like malt
Rose pulled and prodded what a enchanted fairly was she
Seas Heart raged back neighing, a free spirit was he
trying to find their home once again
their copulation coming to a glorious end.

Debbie Brooks 2014

Pale Heart..
It’s a pale paler heart
I may have
There is no reason
not to love
The proof is plain to see
Would you let me be?
So paint me white
This very day
I feel I've grown since then
Let me know why
I see you this way
Words generating
In catacombs of life
Of a deprived time
Struggling to keep sane
In the whiteness of my mind


The sounds of earth
They uplifted me
Back into time
To a lighter shade of
Pale
With a message
I thought
That took me away
To my heart
Into a fantasy
That took me away
To a lighter shade of pale
Brings a pale heart......

By: Debbie Brooks..

She was  surprised to wake up in his arms. His breathing was slow, and steady, she thought he was still sleeping, a steady movement against her hands..
She had to admit it felt good but she was still surprised. Her heart was thumping against his cheek, strong and becoming excited.

      It was difficult to believe she was laying in a hotel room with this man, practically naked, with a man she hadn't known very long. There was an attraction between them neither one could deny, the emotions were strong and the passion they felt just looking at each other, and when they touched it was an explosion of excitement.

      She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to gather her thoughts which was hard when she laid so close to him, this gorgeous man. His hand started moving where he was cradling her neck to her hair. He was awake.

"Good Morning lovely," He whispered...
"Hello, you are awake." She was surprised.
"Yes, been awake for a while, just wanting to look at you. I didn't want to disturb you.." He was grinning. He looked so happy.

"I guess I fell asleep. I am so sorry,  too much wine for me." She felt embarrassed, she didn't usually make a habit of going to a motel with a man.

"Hey me too. I guess it was the moment the ***** and the anticipation, but that's alright it is nice being here with you." he smiled at her with a smile that melted her heart.

With her next question she held her breath, she really didn't want to know the answer but she had to know.  "When do you have to leave?"

She knew he was leaving, he had mentioned it  but....... It made her so sad so they had avoided the subject.

  "Not until this evening, my love," she looked at her face memorizing every inch of it, "Any regrets love?"

"What do you mean?" She asked very sad.

"For anything, for how you are feeling, love look at me." his hand took her chin and turned her head to him. "Talk to me, how are you feeling?"

"You are leaving, I am very sad and disappointed, we just met and I feel this connection with you. I haven't had much luck with relationships and then I meet you and its instant attraction. How do you expect me to feel? I feel numb, sad and just want to cry, but I am a big girl. Life will go on and you will still be gone." She pulled away, got out of bed and started putting her clothes on, then she stopped and looked at him. "You might not ever come back alive. This war, is senseless, you are going to fight for nothing. I have already lost you. I can not stand it.. That's how I am feeling."

With that she grabbed the rest of her clothes and her belongings and ran out the hotel room. She ran until she could run no more. She ran into the park and found a tree, and cried. She wanted to die.

The Pangs of Disappointed Love.*

Debbie Brooks 2014 -

The stranger he was until that moment
passion was unspoken and met
a glide of the hand met hers
one finger on lips waiting to be woken
there under the olive tree
he did lay her
slowly and vividly loved her...

They spoke not a word that night
he knew what she needed
when she settled with a smile,
her fingers lining his face
just one more time
she pleads....

The Stranger felt her every need
felt the passion and love
he took her to many places
held with each cry
until she died...

The stranger stood at the grave
told her 'I loved you any way
I always did and I always will.
You were my Valentine.'*

Debbie Brooks 2014

The Past is the Past ..
loneliness creeps right in..
the heart stops for a second
makes one wonder and ponder what is going on..
Tears fall like raindrops on a dry day in March
Spring slowly creeps in and surrounds us like the misty dew that it is..
those that shine through the deep mist of life will be like fallen snow ..
that sparks through the distant on the edge of the inevitable fade of the life that once begun..
Folds of mountain streams
like a breathe of nature's curves
spreading around the cascading rain
the moments I felt I belonged
were seconds that I was actually  alone
nothing familiar comes my way
as I lay here in this forgotten grave



Blessing my friends..
Debbie Brooks 2014

Can I be your Angel
your baby or love
can you take me as I am
or as you want me  to be...

Many words are so deep
leaning west ward I lose my sight
our love can be such sweet delight
a romantic passion so much more
or just friends in towers of ivory clouds....

Can we give distance  to wings of love
and heaven to abide till we see each other
now together we could own the sky...

Can I be your Angel
your baby or love.....


Debbie Brooks 2014

Poetry to me is the expression of one’s own heartbeat.
Just as its rhythmic presence fluctuates or subsides at different intervals of our lives.
Poetry is universally recognized by all.
There is an immediate touch
Melancholy
Yesterday
Tomorrow
Skulking somewhere in the deep
The voices echo
Through my head
The voices are foreign
I cant quite make out the sound
But you are here I know
Please kiss my love
I say to you
Kiss the thought I have so new
In the shadow of the dawn
There was the touch
That everyone looks toward
The light...

My twilight poetry

Debbie

The portal that rubs her deepest thoughts,
secret desires and fantasies
she lies on her bed, staring at the wall,
wanting more, wanting him
her head is clouded trying to remember what was said
what was done
the gap is widening,
the look of the bottomless abyss grows, she sinks
a tempest of emotions cradle of raw explosive nature,
at a distance she sees
at a distance she cries,
her blood boils, her thoughts run through her body
as she is walking this life alone, her past haunts her,
waiting and wanting what she cannot have.

She lay comatose of the vision she saw today,
with eyes shut, a vision from
the past, although she does not get out much,
she sits alone, translucent of her colors,
black and white and shades of grey.
The clock keeps ticking, a past
endeavor waits to be awaken,
countless moments of love loss, where words were never spoken.
With a cry for the fallen, a voice of wonder is upon her,
wondering was he really real.

Should this go on, or should it end?
The black rays of the sun sink deep in her soul,
in the improbability of reality.
Turning the outer layer of skin to a dark sensuality,
as the second layer boils and seethes of pain that rise to her fate,
as she tries to move on. She waits in vain, hoping he will wait for her.

As the Portals of Rain flows so deep,
she dreams of the summer rain, flushing her sins away.
When the silvery moon beams on her hair and love once again
will flow around her like sweet silver rain, just one more time,
as she waits in the Portals of Time.

Debbie Brooks 2014

He was alone
Needed help from above
Holding on to the reality
Of being on his own
No love in sight
Left one night

A decision
That’s haunted
The heart of his strife
Standing on the corner
Trying to hide from sight

Being homeless
But really just a boy
Not a pretty life
Crossroad of time
Held back by tears

Seeing all with the laughter and cheer
Not caring for others
Not seeing the pain!
A small child hiding from thee
With tears falling in pain from within
Hoping life would go on without him..

Looking up to see the stars
Crying tears of longing
Seeing light from something above
The cold was turning him blue
Tears frozen were new
Marks of pain was visible
Stripes of blood defined
Splashing through the stream
Crushing in the snow
So much more complicated was he!

Wishes are smashed
Lives ruined
He didn’t want to exist
Seconds, minutes of the day
Means so much
As the boy man held out his hand
Wanting and needing but not knowing what to do!

Not having a *** nor having a cent
He realized he could offer love
Like so many had before
Life was upon them
Hope was his name
Hoping it would be the same!

Little one looked up and saw the hand
Thinking he was an Angel sent from above
Smile showed his teeth weakness began
Coldness over took
Them both that night
As they made their flight
Into the starry sky!

Meeting the Angels
That greeted them from beyond
Singing glory hallelujah
For all time!

He was but a portrait of a solid boy man
Who wanted to give the love
He never had!

Debbie Brooks 2014

Broken down today
rising up tomorrow
taking control come what may
potency to borrow
degree of intensity
Strength to follow
Speed of force strong
emotional support belongs
great friends
super strength
physical power amends

Debbie Brooks 2014

Collaboration...Dee and Deborah Brooks

I was the scorched wasteland,
you the ravishing stream
my life, sparse
while yours teemed
my lips parched
while yours gleamed,
one drop water was all
that I had sought,
alas! That was too much
for you to part with…

**I live on
as the deserted desert.

You were scorched in my being
Sent my ravishing stream to drink
Kissed your lips that were parched
My love made you shimmer and gleam.

My tears real, splattered as raindrops
Your lonely hand reaching out
When the day we bid goodbye
In the deserted desert
Alone by ourselves…

Loneliness can ravage our lives
destroy the brain
hug our forms
knock us off our feet
when will the day come
for me to totally be free...

One stubborn poet,
one note orchestra.
let the New Design
be your guide ...

The times require no less.
The longing impossible
falling in one direction
towards the emptiness
of a long emotion
that ravages the brain....

Rank opinion
from poets
must subside
or else the rabble's
babble will defile
this poet's whim.
All spoken streams,
crude-fashioned
that ravaged the brain ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Raw Love.
One day I know, love like ours will grow
that one day will be real soon,
under that cheery moon~

Full Moon and me
Kisses the woman in me don't you see
In the moon where you rise
Dancing in the Velvet devise~

You will hold me and make it right
all the brokeness will fit together... and stick

Dream thoughts of you
In that magic wrought of thee
Heart aches searches behold
Enmeshed within you and me~

Echoes of emptiness was in my soul
Crying for your love in one more light
Windless moons more to come and control
The sight in the breeze of the moon bright nights~

Without you I will die
Like All is dead within the moon
I cry and cry within your site
Holding me within your might~

Kisses I will always remember
Touches I am told
Will be to much to behold
The moon so full of heartaches and so bold~

Love me, I beg once more
Let the moon shine so bright
And let the love be this night
Passion of love and moon delight
My darling, hold me with all your might
and make my pieces stick together
in our raw love and make it better.~

Debbie

The colors of jazz you see
flying here, playing there, that was me
music was my belief
in this long lost memory...

All things still pass
like shards of glass
floating and fading in misty aura
believing what we are...


Refraining  far beyond
grasping  to succumbe
releasing the cold
reflections of old....

Wasted days of silent answers
inside this eternity's blanket
through the immortal echo
reflections in a world of mirrors...

Release me I cry..
This is  goodbye
Please no more lies...

Debbie Brooks 2014

It’s better to sit by the sea
As I look upon the face
Of my life I see
The light shining so brightly
Bringing hope and love
That needs for me to be...

Walking beneath the stars so bright
I smile, Oh do you hear the cries
For better tomorrows
That this spring will bring....

Skating beneath the loneliness
This night of nights
Keeping in ancient lands
Never dying fires of life
Against the raging light
My heart is so laden
With heavy thoughts....

My mind lets go a million hearts
Of love and life lost
But to see the wonder of it all
To see the loves of many to distrust
The slender of the fall
The winter of time is gone
To make our souls
Grow strong
I need a silent night to make my own ....

I need this lonely night
I need the man I miss most
A sweet high of love
To hear an angel’s voice
To hear above the chaos
With a silent life....

To find the love that is so special
Spring is so near
It's a midnight clear
Reminding me of what might be....

Debbie Brooks 2014

It was her birthday she was turning thirteen.

It was a fun day until her father asked to baby sit for his new friends so they could all go out to party.

She was scared that day she didn’t know why. She had babysat for other people before, but for some reason this was different. She just felt weird.

As they were driving to the location, her father was telling her, about the people she would babysit for and how they were new to the area and didn’t know anyone.

“But dad, I really don’t want to. It’s my birthday. “She just wanted to cry. Why she had to do this she couldn’t understand.

After being dropped off and meeting the parents, she thought maybe she was being silly and they were good people. After the parents had left to the party, she got the kids ready for bed, and fell asleep waiting for everyone to get home.

The man woke her up with his hand on her shoulder and he was telling her to get ready he will take her home. He was telling his wife that it would take him a couple of hours to get her home and to get back. She thought about that, it didn’t seem to take her dad that long to drive to their home. Now she was getting scared again.

Driving back she could not talk. Even when he spoke to her she just sat scrunched in her seat trying to make herself invisible.

“What’s wrong with you? Can’t you talk? “He was demanding. It seemed to make him mad because she would not answer him.

All she could think was please God help me get home, when he turned the car into the hills where the woods started. She finally found her voice. She sat straight up in the seat and screamed. “Where are we going this is not the way home?”

He started laughing and when she tried to open the car door he grabbed her and hit her in the face. She was knocked out.
When she woke he was on top of her, and she was crying.

Then his hand was around her throat, “I will **** you and your mom if you tell anyone. You will die.”

After he was done with her, he took her home and dumped her on the sidewalk. He threw money at her and left. She wanted to be removed from life. To be no more!

Dear Lord,

Please remove me

I want to be no more

The time has come

To make me blank

Here I am

Stuck in the mud

Where have you gone?

Where am I now?

Stuck in never never land

The years go by

The pain never stops

The rose won’t bloom

The miles go around and around

Head spins

Struggling for years

Now the children are gone

And  what I knew was wrong

When death came between us

So I ask

One last time

REMOVE ME PLEASE!


Debbie Brooks 2014

Rendering Tears of painful knowing
beyond human endurance
her tiny nose pressed to the window
her little breath clouding over
shortness coming to her little form
in a voice of inky blackness
in a small voice she cried
till the very end ...

Her tortured heart becomes a shadow
Understanding blindness
just means another
Even in the vast darkness
overcoming the death of her blackness ...

The sky so blue changing colors
turning black to the touch she feels numb
Those were times she had wept so silently
never knowing what was to become ...

"Never go", she whispers softly
As the Angel sat at her side
holding the little one so gently
knowing the hurt she did abide ...

The dawn was coming
beyond the night
singing softly
a little song
Little Serenity was dreaming ...

She has now outlived
the pain and sorrow this day so long,
The Angel sat long and hard
Purple clothes had she
Holding the child in her arms
crying softly 'Why? Oh how could this be?" ...

Delivering the child softly and tenderly to the arm's of the Queen
She stood poise waiting for the blessed command.

Debbie Brooks 2014 Copyright

This restful spirit longs
for love that measures
inspiring pleasures that might come
my restless spirit knows
that it will not be ...

Each day I wake
looking for my sleep
at night I sleep among my candles
that I light before my rest
of endless words ...

Putting my feet on the floor
I cry and cry for more
my restless figure
walks through the fire
wanting a new world to come....

Debbie Brooks 2014

Born from revelry thus fair and smooth
My eyes rested on him
A ‘true gentleman’ writ large on his face
My gaze longingly upon his spirit
With the nicest smile,
and a laughter of distinction and grace

I ponder…my dreams of him night and day
My muse in love with him, every which way
With welling tide of emotions without end
While white frothy waves cover my mind
As I walk through the garden of his life…
Under each leaf, looking for him, hoping to find


If only I could turn back the hands of time
The day I was seizing the world
A wonderland that so dear I hold
Close and cherished by my heart
I would give up my now
For that precious second start…



That enigmatic moment that I laid
My eyes upon you
I knew my darkness may someday shine
The revelry had perchance thrown up
A pearl wrapped up in immortalized time

Etched and elusive seconds
Turned to minutes hours and years…
Today…

Your dreams are a symphony’s crescendo
I, the elusive maestro, you the virtuoso
The era that you worship, is a bygone eternity
Tidal oceans, the lost sea of tranquility
The spirit you seek, is missed love’s divinity

If you could turn back the time, would
your eyes be at peace, the muse still love him
Your thoughts that often porpoise through...
the gardens that are your loved wonderland
Would your heart stretch out
to hold today’s wrinkled hand?

Some people live for their pain
people like me
sometimes wanting to dream
and not being able to sleep
to dream one more time
to know and learn
seems so useless
unable to move on
you see the world sees us as ants, wanting love, and getting smashed instead. the fundamentals of life .....

How sad all those years are gone.
Her heart was broken.
The sweetness of love
Destroyed
Kissing
The sadness
Goodbye
Something in the way he kissed
Made her believe in now
To look for the future
Of love to make
With the one
Of her heart
Sorrow
Overtook
Her spirit
Then came peace
Those were the sad years broken...*

Debbie Brooks 2014

Save Her...

Touching silence,
marigolds and rubies dance with grace
but what about her, the one struggling
with a lover's demon this day ....

The last passion that lies deep,
searching for that high tower
with a look in the mirror
wondering what does she need to be...

Being a master of her own fate
bringing nightmares of the darkness
love keeps fleeing from her life
being not alone in her need...

Climbing high from the top
reaching, grasping and wanting
pain forms deep inside
climbing the ladder of truths to save....

The smoke of her spiritual path
brings her heartache to bare
inviting her to play with honesty
as she watches the butterflies fly...

Debbie Brooks 2014

As she savors the taste of the invisible,

she realized the day was long as it looked so bleak.

She had to get a hold of herself.

The longer she waited and waited

the harder it was going to be to let go.

The chase was old; she realized she was just way too old for the race.

Driving the old highway of life

The destination quite unknown!

She saw him standing there

Not menacing

Maybe a little mousy

What a coincidence

Wherever she goes

There he is!

Somehow she is not frighten

Of a shabby scarecrow of a man

She feels just as vague as a leaf

Now the fear is no longer vague

The terror is really there!

Has a form

He was beckoning her

He wanted her to die

She didn’t know what to do!

Stabbing little thoughts frighten her brain

Ugly frighten thoughts!

Projecting of tomorrows and the next day

It is all nightmarish alone

Towns fly by like a nightmare

Scared out of her wits

Holding her thoughts like a movie

The story is yet to be told

She is left all alone!

No birds singing

Just the cries of the lonely

He was so different from the mousy man

A man of a caring nature

She somehow trusted him

Wanting him to be near her

Taking him for his word!

An enemy of her dreams!

She needed someone to help her

A warm familiar voice

So she would not lose her mind!

Where would she be?

Very odd

The fear has left her now

She is numb

It’s like someone has pulled a plug out of her!

Everything, emotions and fear has drained out

Now she is a cold shell

She is conscious what is around her now

The vast night

The stars that look down from the darkness!

A head of her stretching a thousand miles

Of empty land, mountains, prairie and desert

Somewhere he is waiting for her

Somehow she will find out what he wants!

Just now

For the first time

Looking out at the night

She thinks she knows!

With every breath she breaths

He took it her last with him!


Savoring the invisible

Was to her demise!


"Three can’t keep a secret if two are dead!"

Benjamin Franklin

By: Debbie Brooks 2014

Each season comes and goes, the beauty of it all

The storms of life, make me sit upright

The tears that are shed and they hold me tight

Takes my heart, makes me fight

As the moon rises, and wind blows long

I am tucked in bed, and I know just know...

Debbie


There is a reason for every season

nothing everlasting, yet we cling

every storm, followed by a calm

the seed that breaks, only sprouts

the heart that breaks, germinates

But for you and me... No season, no reason...

Rupal

The path I take, will always be the wind mills

Of time, but my heart can only take so much

As each time I am shoved from these trying times

I beg I cry, to let me find, let me die

but then I see words in the sky that show me

how my friends, how the world can be

and then there was you, a dear sweet friend

from across the world but so near to me ...

Debbie

Familiar paths I will not choose

neither follow nor will lead

People come, people go...

Maybe reason, maybe season

It's not per chance you and I met my friend

HE.. who knows what I need, before I know

Sent me a friend, so near, so dear

And Just a click away...

Rupal

By: Debbie Brooks and Rupal

I sit alone by my red rainbow
taunted by my own feelings so strong
surrogate of my own fate that is so empty
translucent of my colors of red...

Black and white shadows of grey makes me drown in my waterfall
as my dream unfolds it is misplaced and forgotten
the colors of our passion that has the taste of salt
and the rain on my lips I know and the loneliness of my fear...

I try to stay within the lines as it fades into the twilight
of memories not too distant of love in the darkness shadows of night ...

As my warrior heart sparked to life can it withstand any war and lose
a holy ground that bleeds can never be just a whisper of a lustful embrace
painted scarlet red...

as I struggle and I breath...

The more I give my soul with the casting under tone
the words form to paint rays that stimulates my hidden calm
of the evening sun..

With each stroke of his hand leading into temptation
it transforms the blank canvas to red tones with blood coursing
to a maroon color of dawn to give new life, never to rest
That turns our golden love in this outbound heart that breaks ...
Into shades of my red rainbow...*

Debbie Brooks 2014

Carrying the art of love
to her ***** so lovely
much pleasure she holds
takes hold of the night
sheer radiance reveals
undertaking of noble verse
breath avails
idea of a poet thoughts.*


by Debbie Brooks.. 2014

The bottomless abyss grows
As she craves the admiration and
attention
of every sunrise of the soul
that shelters and protects her
love ...

It is about hope and healing
for the passion of life and
dreams
all the adventures past and
present
that connects to her very
life ...

She feels like she is brave as she stands
alone
but fragile as life passes her by,
each word of smite, breaking
her heart
oblivious to her surroundings ...

As she hears the rustling of
love,
her blood boils from thoughts in her head
as it rages through
her body
her need starved to be fed ...

She is Woman!

Debbie Brooks 2014

Do not be afraid
She heard him say
“I am here to hold you dear”
Her stillness became acquiescence to her still
It’s nice to have you home for Christmas they may say
But her heart knows the better
The disgrace was still the footnote.
The night wind made a faint whisper
Telling her over and over
The time has come and gone
Forget the pain of evermore.
Dancing took her to a time
Her feet would fly and fly
Sweeping steps of every beat
To see those days that would go by;
Just to remember his words so dear
To clear her mind of pain
The slightest motion of his hand
To kiss the smiles she must be;
The sound reverberated through the crisp autumn air
Klung, klung, klung of the wood
Reminding her he was there.
She remembers his words.
As the faint breeze lifted her veil
But the face she saw was the one captured of long ago;
With black skirts and pine needles that she wrote
The songs were sung to her heart
Etched forever more this day
With colored hair ribbons all so new
Ponytails askew;
He took her hand to strange places that were so few
On Saturday nights to kiss the kiss
She remembers the words he spoke
The bell tolled once and then twice she heard
Sound exploded and glass flew.
As her life fell around her like needles ever so slightly,
The pain of it all so gone
Just to remember the words he spoke;
The farther and farther he tolled
The longer and longer she was gone
So now the years have passed
The pain is as she remembers
And the WORDS HE SPOKE
Was so light
That it still tore her heart.

AS SHE REMEMBER HIS WORDS THIS NIGHT.

BY: POETESS Debbie Brooks

One shade of the moon

Had impaired the nameless heart

On ones cheek

Ever so sweetly paired

Tells of days of goodness spent

With ink and pen to write

Ones woes

To sit so lovingly in the know

Wandering lonely in a crowd

The coldness coming over me

Twenty years past my eyes grown weary

Watching not quite so dim’

As these silent nights walk in beauty....


Enemy faints as things remain the same’

Silent night’s strikes the lame

Surrounded in mounds of oceans of grace

O my soul I stand amazed!

Selecting my own society

Till I shut the door from fools

Till I could not see

The fool I had become to be!

Debbie Brooks 2014

So much beauty
that I proceed
that lies simply before me
pastures scream with colored symphony
bountiful meadows
precious rain
run into the living stream
how I dance in glorious glory
flowers color all around me
colors that i adore
simply wash the waves of life
in the ever bending
liquid blades
possessions collected
drawing me closer
to the simple beauty of it..

Debbie Brooks 2014

It was just a single word, that lasted all day and night
it spoke to my heart, made me cry with fright
an article of thought, longing for the ultimate surmise
it was just a single word...


I beseech-ed of you, that word, for the word to go away
you are the arteries throughout my being
don't you understand, the most cherished
whispered into my being, that word, that single word
please go away..

Four decades of loving you, then the word
that left your mouth, that exploded all around
that hurt the most, that single word, that you spoke
it was a single word...


Our inner most thoughts were all we had
seduced I was with your ways, I would have followed you
till I died...Then that word, that hurtful single word
you crammed in down my throat you held it over my head,
you are not my lover...

That single word....

Debbie Brooks 2014

Oh beautiful rosy shade tree
Do you touch the spirit of me?
Which way will you fall?
I will wait and cogitate for you,
My love, just for me too
A family of giants
That we are;

A body hunched over
With precious shards;
To know so simply the touch
As I sleep alone
In my broken world;
The molasses air
Slowly shroud in mists
Across the straits
To hear our echoes cry,
As I sit beneath the tree branch and ponder
About you, just you;

Sitting there waiting and looking for
Hopefully the spirit heals with time
And tide
Oh gentle waters
Bring my heart home to you.
And sitting beneath a branch
As I sit and pounder
And wonder
About the shores with my favored eye,
And your kiss of past times;

As my mysteries past stir
And arise to thee my love.
Oh sweet spirit
Spirit of mine
Keep me safe for thee
As I sit beneath the branch and ponder
And wonder
About my love for you and me;
So my darling hold me close
Let me feel your love to me
Touch my hair so gently
Tell me of your lasting love
So wrap your limbs around my form
Tell me sweet things
Before I hear the news
Of the goodbye of long ago;

As I sit and ponder
As I sit and wonder
As I sit and dream of the love of you.

Debbie Brooks 2014

Open Your Eyes my Little One

Oh, young one

Sitting close to the door

Open your eyes

To see no more

The pain and Hurt

Locked into your broken world

That drew you inside

Won’t help you soar

Don’t let the lies take your soul

Just remember to breathe

Remember to let go!


The beautiful smile

Will win the hearts

Many of the young men

That will try and dart

Young one, sit yourself

By the window and dream

Till you heart

Bears the scars that mean


Black or white

Doesn’t mean a lot

The beauty surrounds

Your beautiful face


The love you will find

With lots of hurt

Do take care

Not to get burnt

Little one, please open your eyes

Small one, just try and breathe

Don’t listen to the lies

My sweet one you are born to love.....

​Debbie Brooks 2014

I felt your touch against my shoulder, your lips to my kiss

My tears to your soul

The begging starts, ‘please don’t leave.’

The reality of you gone

Darkness of my soul comes, and tears of falling rain....


The need to wrap my limbs around the touch of yours

You are the one that melts beneath me, in my mind’s eye;

My smile of yesterday is gone now and the pain of love not to last

Only a picture of our love, the memories of endless time

Coming awake to the summer, then winter, spring and fall....


Years and years of melted pain never really knowing

Then one day I find you with a life of your own.

Just to touch your face with my fingertip.

A forbidden love that is now I guess.....


Softly it will come to be, I pray, the long lost love of yesterday

Your rhythm is another for her to know

The year has come and gone that pain that I have felt

No more whispers in my ear, no more love torn words.....


I will sit in this room, living in the past.

No more heartbeat will I hear, only of pain that lasts

If I have regrets or feel inadequate. Or blindness for apology;

To regret that my smile of yesterday was not born today

To believe in second chances, to believe in you....


Our love affair so many so new

To kiss the kiss of yesterday, to hold a hold of today

My existence comes from you I say

Below the colored lights did not pass the test

Sweet songs come from loving you if you sing it sweetly,

You gave me you and you asked for nothing.....


How it must feel to light the world, as you walk safely.

My weeping never stops as I hold you in the darkness of the moon.

In my mind’s eye there you are the torn love that is worn again

Let me fall asleep in side of your touch, through all storms,

As I said in silence,

“Always the smile will be of yesterday and tomorrow has come and gone.”

Debbie Brooks 2014

The silence you sing
softens my soul
let's me whisper
what a fool I been
I see the soft moons
the flowers so blue
holding my heart
as merriment so new
journeys reach around my heart
hauntingly holding my spirit grace
love comes and softens
the laughter brings
the singing doth spent
oh the ocean air
feels so good
kisses my blessings
one more time
the eternal singing
that softens my soul.
I was saved for this day
On this merriment way
Your singing hills doth bring,
so new...

by: Debbie Brooks 2014

Life
Dignity of love
Heart and Souls
Another chance so divine....

The Sparkle in your soul
Kiss from the heart
Warmth of your skin’
Breath from sensual lips....

The quiver from within
The touch of your warmth
Smell of the essence
Kindness of your face.....

Strength of your stare
Your lips make mine divine
Your body next to mine
Stroke from your touch....

That feeling inside
You make me feel so define
Sound of your Heart
Power in your face so fine....

Calmness from your presence
Beating of our lives
Promise of tomorrows
To never part....

The beauty of your knowing
Magic of our days
Reasons of Heart and Soul
Love so very Much...

Our souls divine....

Debbie Brooks 2014