"They said to the lame man,
Pick up thy bed and walk,
They said to a subject with mental ills,
sort your head out,
pull yourself together,
if you will.

You are not a pair of threadbare curtains,
of that I'm certain,
You are a person.
So,the sorry being picked up a pen,
a perfect catharsis,
a mechanism of honest escape.

Some folk,
well,
they sink into a bottle to drown the pain within,
Others shoot a mainline,
maybe sit upon a train line.
So where should they begin?
None of the three above,

Used a pen,as a trumpeting swan,
Mental illness, pray begone."
(C) Livvi

Why do we feign such rapturous delight,
in pretence to others that all is alright,
what if the soul is quietly suppressed,
cloaked in darkness, hidden and repressed,

Are we ashamed to drape the veil,
to retreat into darkness and embrace the pale,
truth can be found from deep in a frown,
so why wear the clothes and tears of a clown.

© H V Swan

Quivering chills
Shadows stand over
Taking her breathes
Stay under the cover

Feeling the pressure,
the crucified call.
Lucifer sighs forward
"Bring me her soul!"

Surrounded by sirens,
dark bellowed knights,
Up on their horses
With fire piercing sights

Screaming for mercy,
Gripping the sheets,
Swords pierce her heart
Lord Lucifer shrieks!!

Seven five two three
Is the distance that she sees

Gazing lost into the shutter
Dreams awaken from her slumber

Her angels asleep by her side
counting sheep, hush, hush, Ty

Moments go by, ever so slow
Ticking away, she's missing her love

His wife, his lover awaits his return
Fear not my dear, hold steady, hold firm

One day I'll be home, back in your arms
Never letting you go, the mother of my sons

You are my mate, you are my soul
bound by the ring, but given with love.

Sitting in front of a new moon,
the darkness plays throughout the night.
But the moon turns it's back.
The stars and planets display themselves before me,
shouting for attention with vibrant lights.
But the moon turns it's back.
I hear the cries of Gaia all around me,
singing to her only love.
But the moon turns it's back.
And just as I'm about to drift away,
I hear God whisper let there be light.
And I think the moon hears too,
But the moon turns it's back.

Nothing but a sweet sensation
Whenever we are together
Girl, we brighten each other's world
Let this be forever
Simply breathtaking
When we hold one another
Nothing but a picture perfect painting
Let us make this even better