Crumbling into dust abhorrent,
In a misery of self esteem in full denial,
Continually reviled in a revolution of nightmares,
Veiled under skylight cloaked in sapphire,
Moonlight taps the tree tops, leaving only pallid illuminations on display,
Revealed the missing link to secret lives,
Fireflies smart provoke an image of light coming out of darkness'shell,
Banners dropped grounded as resilience is lost, in some sort of ridiculous futility!

In a blazing fear of being hurt again,
Chaos runs through muddled brain,,
Pain departed, won't be restarted,
Rain of acid washed away past pain,
'Fess up it's there ain't it grand that someone cares,
With a heart so genuine and warm who blesses you with TLC.....
Maybe you are dozy, maybe you are not,
For you won't accept the mischievious feelings you have got!
By ladylivvi1

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Essence of Woman!

A woman in essence,
She's all that you need,
She's a lady a little like me,
She can give you love with her own subtle touch,
She has magical sparkles in her eyes,
Shown only to you,
As he retorts out loud,
That he cannot love her,
Oh so not true!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You had perfect teeth.
White ivory.
You smiled at me.
You kissed me .
I became your vampire.
Impure.
Imperfect.
Stealer of souls.
Eternally beautiful.
(c) Livvi

Sleeping undeniably is a keen idea,
Weeping in solitude,
As angels keep my eyes slightly ajar,
Sometimes drifting off it seems,
Never very far,
My head lead weight,
My heart sweet love decried,
Wish sleep's pure embrace,
To cradle me,
To keep me safe from harm
By ladylivvi1

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Got in from work,
Boss had a nag,
Had to do some extra work,
My goodness,
I'm flaming a ****,
Should have done it months ago,
Now I've gone beserk!
Started it at seven,
Now gone half eleven,
Should have finished it by now,
Left it much too long,
I'm such a silly cow!
Will do some again in the morrow,
Lots more grief,
Loads more sorrow,
But despite it all,
Poetry still comes to call,
Goodnight ,
For work tomorrow,
Much love to one and all !

By ladylivvi1

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Shaking and shivering.
Quivering with fear.
Got hold of her hair they did.
An army of ignorance.
With cravings for respect.
Beating her up for their own neglect.

Inadequacy shown by a hair pulling *****.
A torturous witch.
Sad little cow.
That's how.

The bullies got hold of her fear.
Manipulating her fear more.
Chew her spit her out.
Make her cry.
Insist she drowns in sorrow's eyes.
The victim of injustices.
A travesty indeed.

One day she'll pick up a broad sword.
Put her tongue in power.
Behead the ******* bullies.
With the strength of striking words.
By ladylivvi1

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Every strip of my soul is aching,
It's not because I'm ageing,
I give up on time's flaccid request to give up on love and life and die,
I am not dying,
Nor am I crying.

Instead I am flying,
Into life's sunset with you in my heart,
before me,
me, myself and I are met,
but you and I are an unfinished symphony,
an operetta out of tune,
and out of time,
You,
you are left behind in the land of a little regret.

I will rein in the sun to let my love free,
as the Leo lady spills her dreams,
as she catches her skipping dreams,
before they skip away,
or at least that's how it seems,

She comes with no-one,
she always leaves alone,
in her silent bedroom,
all can hear her moan,
as she hits her sensual zone alone,
Surely being older ain't the end,
Our once unfinished symphony,
let our music play on.
(c) Livvi

Once upon a dream.
There was a brightly shining star,
Hanging in the heavens.
Above Adelphi's garden.
In the garden was a tree.
Upon which hung a golden ring.
Caught the eye of scavenger.
A bird who snatched the ring away.
Dropped it in her nest.

Those baby birds they wriggled.
The nest fell to the floor.
Ring of gold and diamonds,
It landed on the deck.

There came a thief in disbelief.
Could not believe his luck.
Picked brilliant gem up,
Wandered to the pawn shop.
What did he spy with his little eye.

It was really a **** shop.
He gave the ring to ****** sweet.
Just for a bit of fun.
She sold it to a friend
So she could buy another fix.
The fix she got was pure.
Her ****** her lure.
Got her trapped.
Stuck in the mix.
Death,
It stopped her turning tricks.

The dealer discarded the ring from his pocket.
Maybe feeling guilty.
Came back the magpie bird.
The bird of vengeful scavenging.
Picked trinket up in her beak.
Took back to her tree.
There you found it.
Stole it back.
That brilliant gold was really black!
By ladylivvi1

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Once upon a dream.
There was a brightly shining star,
Hanging in the heavens.
Above Adelphi's garden.
In the garden was a tree.
Upon which hung a golden ring.
Caught the eye of scavenger.
A bird who snatched the ring away.
Dropped it in her nest.

Those baby birds they wriggled.
The nest fell to the floor.
Ring of gold and diamonds,
It landed on the deck.

There came a thief in disbelief.
Could not believe his luck.
Picked brilliant gem up,
Wandered to the pawn shop.
What did he spy with his little eye.

It was really a **** shop.
He gave the ring to ****** sweet.
Just for a bit of fun.
She sold it to a friend
So she could buy another fix.
The fix she got was pure.
Her ****** her lure.
Got her trapped.
Stuck in the mix.
Death,
It stopped her turning tricks.

The dealer discarded the ring from his pocket.
Maybe feeling guilty.
Came back the magpie bird.
The bird of vengeful scavenging.
Picked trinket up in her beak.
Took back to her tree.
There you found it.
Stole it back.
That brilliant gold was really black!
By ladylivvi1

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EX.
Dressing in raindrops and wearing the wind.
Naked flowers are windswept, the petals their fell bare.
Bare naked as lovers exposed on first date.
Exposed as true love that created such hate.
The raindrops are tears, they got caught in her hair.
Making her smile and he's unaware.
Her body cold, naked it's very unfair.
Wasted time apologies, once born ochre kisses, that bought her to her knees.
He needs to grovel,to bow and scrape, for an empty relationship holds no escape.
Sexless ,loveless, honourable in temper.
The falling from grace of the arrogant emperor.
Injustice accidental.
Love is life , life is mental.
Once upon a time a fairytale began.
Once upon a time there was a man....
(c) Livvi

Age is impending.
The hobbit hole is gloomy.
The pittance in the pocket is not enough for tea.
The bus is curling down the street,
a slow worm on wheels.
So this is how it feels.
Out of work.
Out of pay.
Another day the pockets, they will be lined with wealth.
The daily pleasantries of helping fellows back to health.
A heart, a soul as thus united.
A world of work for the excited.
(c) Livvi

She's too beautiful for modern man.
She maybe deserved kisses to make her smile.
She's just an image upon dead canvas.
Still heart stopping.
Focus of many eyes.

She's lacking colour.
Dreary but still stunning.
She's worth a million dollars.
Actually priceless.
Not for sale.
Sure some would buy her if they could.

Her face is fixed.
Unsmiling.
Antique lady.
Unchanging.
Eternal.
Gay Paris.
No smile.
Watching the tourists as they just keep passing by.
(c)Livvi

Arid deserts.
Burning hot.
Sun beats down.
No town in sight.
Frightened of dying in midday heat.
A long lost traveller.
Family in tow.
Waiting for tomorrows.
That never seem to come.
Beaded sparkles.
Heat on backs.
Forward moving.
Dusty tracks.
Not dusky maidens.
Nor handsome chaps.
Little ones on escapades.
Halcyon days may wait in front.
Hell on earth left far behind.
Out of sight.
Out of mind.
Waywardly wandering.
Scavengers hover overhead.
Waiting to salvage the once walking dead.
(c)LIVVI

When you're strung on a tight-rope, what do ya do?
When you can't sleep and you're feeling right blue,
When your tears are hung upon crystalline dreams,
What do ya do?
You face them,
Kiss ***,
Meet them head on,

Sometimes she wishes;
That you would stop talking to  the other lonely souls at the the end of the world.
It cuts like a razor and bites like a knife,
Other times she thinks him rather perverse,
Almost a curse,
Stuck in fine cobwebs,
Trapped in black holes,
You imploded her heart, you're a silly old soul,

You don't feel what you did?
It's a statement, not a question, you know!
Deep in submission, to both their emotions!
She wants to smack you,
For there is a truth,
Which only two know,
That once love was rich,
'Twixt the poet and the *****,

Make you bleed,
Punish you hard for hurting her,
Split your lip, as this you feast,
To feed on your blood, as kisses exist,
Between two weird love children,
Stuck fast in the mists of time!
Immersed in your self,

But she normal, you know,
The woman with the auburn, neatly cut hair,
Who is stupid enough, to have tumbled in love with the poet from London with the  long black greasy hair!
(C) Livvi

Arrival final destination,
Welcome to Huntsville you see,
Enter by the back door,
Then you go to eat,
Traditional fare, if you like,
Burger wrapped in blood,
The blood red of ketchup, matches the blood on your hands,
You are young, dressed in virtual innocence,
Do the crime, you do the time,
Is it worthy of eternity,
Since break of day you wait,
Waiting for impending death,


6 P.M
It is the evening of your darkest day,
For vile sin, with life you pay,
What thoughts traverse through your young head,
As tears trickle and pleas long gone,
For clemency calls rolled onto deaf ears,
You were the big man so they said,
A victim of cruel circumstance,
Collared by forensic drift,
Evidence grabbed,
Poor boy,

At a cost of $86.08,
more than you made on that fateful day,
Led to the gurney in shackles and chain,
Chains weighed heavier than conscience,
Conscience ****** your frightened brain,
Are you moved for your final confession,
Ideal for the papers for in a press release,
The last words he did say,
'Thank God for giving me life, see you soon,
Sir, For it's my final day,
Of course, I forgot you know that anyway',
I'm Sorry, so sorry, Father forgive me,

Waited almost a lifetime for this his final day,
The row of death so welcoming,
The great escape maybe,
Visage of executioner,
Looks deep into your soul,
While you stare vacantly into his eyes,
The ultimate sensation of pain as the needle quickly enters your vein,
As nerve endings and your body die,
Reflection of immaturity,
Bad life, sad life, consequence of situation,
No life had, no love lost!
By ladylivvi1

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Under the station.
Sat in the tunnel.
Wind rushes through a cold wet funnel.
Blowing in breezes, the homeless guy sneezes.
He's teasing his hair, it's so vary matted.
His hair as a birds nest , it's painted bright red.
Red white and blue, he's a patriot too.
Stuck under the station,within our great nation.
He hasn't a home, he's living alone.
Wife ran away, got an away day.
Sat on budget seats, so she cheats.
Cuddling up, under another mans sheets.
The guy under the station.
He's too tense to mention, the family he lost.
The cost of another, whose name was Bob, (he told me that.)
He can't get a job cause he don't have a home.
He don't have a wife anymore.
He's single,can't mingle,
Because nobody bothers with guy in the underpass, who once was adored.
(c) LIVVI

A lived in land.
Where things are changed and rearranged.
Where the papers portents for tomorrows news.
In account of them,the magnificent commoners and all that they choose.

This lived in land.
An experience of worlds and making merriment
Full of memory triggers, where everyone sniggers,
discussing the times that are gone.

Existed in the land of experience a mirror.
It's broken now.
A million broken shards of heart.
They're shattered all around the flowers.

So how does your garden grow?
Perfection?
Not mine.
A recollection of flowers.
Battling springtime showers.
You hope they won't be washed away.
The memories,
The transgressions,
The diversionary tactics, from the path you once trod.
The one from which you stumbled blinded.
You stupid sod.
Piles of sods as the mound grew.
Blinded by the hair in your eye.
The winds somehow chewing your cheeks.
The self you acquired, caught hold of today.
(C) Livvi

A smile filled with optimism spreads world wide.
Teeth ivory white.
A smile sodden with pessimism is falling upside down,
failing with teeth covered in charcoal.
It's just in front of another cakehole.
It struggles to find a reason.
Year in, year out.
Pray never forget.
Now, is the time of your life.
(C) LIVVI

Candy drips from lips of sin.
Causes terror lurks within.
A masquerade of misery screams round once silent streets.
Lonesome spirits impaled by pain.
Noisy spirits cruise again.
Catacombs unlocked.

The dead on go unholy march.
For it is all hallows eve.
Where holiness hides under cover of dark.
Evil shadows leave their mark.
Imprinted on the sidewalk.
Paper chase of discarded dreams.
Strewn into the gutter.

Trick or treat they say on this most unholy day.
For this night will soon be done.
All good souls they shall.
Remember remember.
All souls day is the first of November!

Happy Halloween my friends. **
By ladylivvi1

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Beige at the top
Folded in a perfect crease.
Look at them.
Those distorted twisted veiny.
Puffy legs.
Nobbly knees
Hairy as bumblebees.
Men in shorts and Jesus creepers.
Sight for older woman's peepers.
(C) LIVVI

Love is a rich tapestry.
New love is a beautiful gift, created boldly, a work of art.
Multi -coloured skeins of thread, driven through the fabric, with such force, such urgency.
Feeble thread nurtured, making cloth of strength, as true love's support.
Combined to make treasures to be cherished.
Straight from the loom, as samplers so charming, repeating memories as heirlooms, in otherwise silent royal rooms.
Those colours, they change, when bright and new glowing.
Still vibrating in silent feeling.
A nuance noted with tenderness, as lovers become companions, as two lives combine in unison.
The tints may fade, but the fabric will therein reside.
(c) Livvi

A heart constructed of pure gold,
Enriched with touch of charity,
Finesse is locked behind her eyes,
Touch her with love,
She's petrified,
In her life there is no clarity,
Walking in a crowded place,
Panic set asunder,
Head filled with unkind sorrow,
So very cruel,
Tears flowed as she rushed,
Drowning her face,
Her strained facade,
It's raining tears,
Gasping in a hoarse world,
Trying to catch maybe last breath,
It obviously wasn't,
The lady with the heart that's crushed!
Olivia Kent June 2013

Hanging on the time line,
blowing in the wind,
chasing away the cobwebs,
brushing off my dreams,
dusting cakes for nibbling,
by all those mice and men,
and kids that cry,
when all the gossip mongers,
they hang you out to dry.

there are however, true friends,
you doubt, you'll ever meet,
one or two are rather weird,
some of them keep you endeared
pasting on their walls,
one or two or three of them,
just talk a load of *****.
(C) Livvi

This is just a dark piece of creative writing. It is not aimed at anybody. Just a bundle of words! Before you read this I hope you don't find it too offensive. I think I posted adequate censorship warnings.  EVERY SO OFTEN I LOVE DOING A REALLY DARK WRITE! THIS IS PROBABLY THE LAST ONE YOU WILL BE PRIVVY TOO FOR A LONG TIME!
Thank you for understanding!

Tore  my eyes out.
Popped them on my plate.
Stuck your fork in.
You watched them pop.
You said that I was watching you.
Well I can't do now.
Whatever.
For a really brainy man.
You sure as hell aren't very clever.

You tied me up with ribbons .
You sat me in your favourite chair,
Tried to feed me mushrooms.
Gave me them in a witches brew.
Think you called it tea.
I couldn't see.
It was foul as foul can be.
Told me that I'd like them.
You said you didn't care.

The volumes were distorted.
My love he then aborted.
Left my soul ******* in the chair.
Tripping out like I won't care.

Jesus Christ
I was so scared.
Almost crucified.
Now my love he had denied.
My man of so black.
F**ked off and left me.
Won't be back.

Shut my eyes and try to sleep.
And only then I realised.
I could not find my eyes.
Just have sore sockets.
That drip with blood and weep.
My peepers can no longer peep.

He took them out a while ago.
So I could not see the way to go!

If this is love.
I'll give it a miss.
Don't need no more of this!

(C) Livvi 01/12/2013

Whirlwind demonic dervish, lights flash,
Psyche rides alive!
Schizophrenia bites, jagged knife blade, soul caught, brain flavour caught, snatched by diathermy wires...!
Burning always,
No, not me, someone long ago once known, dead in body...don't  know how deceased..!
Found alone in chair, cold stone!
Left  bejewelled gift,
Pure  treasure chest ,
Legacy of dream escape,
Female child now twenty three!
Livvi Kent27/04/2013
(no he was actually really sweet just very messed up Not the demonic man from "Secret Conception", that was just a write!)

Fairies feel the winter chill,
The cold does make them ill,
Some fellow being kindly ,gave them spirits of his own.
The fairy folk are staggering,rolling through the trees.
Their noses run incessantly.
Hear them fairies sneeze.
They're making an awful lot of noise.
This bunch of drunken fairies are but ,raucous girls and boys.
They have had a huge amount of fun but the headaches that follow the whiskey,mean they're hiding from the sun.
Lovely little creatures strolled into the shop.
Needed analgesia to make these headaches stop.
The doctor couldn't see them.
He didn't have the time.
The secretary for human health, well he can't treat poorly fairies as he doesn't have the wealth.
Lets hope the fairies settle and get better very soon,
Fairies only party once in a blue moon.
(C) LIVVI

Of talking heads and wild nights.
Smiling faces.
Love delights.
Frightful wrecks of yesterday's tears.
Fireworks of lonesome years.
Barren in stupidity.
Indignity of trusted lies.
Let teardrops and love bites be seen.
Let the truth decide.
Printed truths in magazine.
Bathing in hazes.
Of multiple stripes.
Choices and voices,
Back bar room brawls.
Cat calls and sniggers.
Sleeping big wiggers.
Sweet lady giggles.
Daring to dream.
Dreaming to scheme.
Everything ain't as it seems .
So baby we sigh and we die as we cry, loves unstable
Fruitless discussions of nothing in particular.
Chucked around the kitchen table.
Sat on his bed, her head's adjusted Saturday's tear ridden puddle.
(c) Livvi

Fairy Tales!

Force open the pages of aged books.
Take care they don't tear.
Read tales for children.
Tales of ladies,
With very long hair.
Stories of fairies .
If enter you dare.

The pages are yellow.
Stained by age and tobacco.
Fragile they are.
Must handle with care.
Smell the mustiness enter the air.
Pages feel dry and crusty to touch.
While the listener is agile.
Memories of sitting on Grand-papa's knee.
Listens to stories not read to me.

Face of the child.
Angelic so pure.
Trapped inside.
Fairy stories lure.
Safe and secure
No big bad wolves here.
She's safe indoors.

All the bad wolves live outside the doors.
The fairy princesses wear satin dresses.
Wings opened to soak up the sun.
Bad witches discarded.
As yesterday's news.
Frogs become princes.
The men of her dreams.
Fantasy fairy tales only in dreams.

By ladylivvi1

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Who is seeking fairytales
Of summer skies and garden snails
With oyster shells,
And holding hands.
Fair ladies with long golden tresses.
Wearing loud azure satin dresses.
With princes and gnomes with big fancy homes.
Wicked witches and Walter Mitty.
Yells his lies.
Then we sit and wonder why.
We ever sought fairytales at all.
Still waiting for true love to call.
Off we go
Another ball.
A ball and chain with business brains.
Never no more, never again.
(c)Livvi

She amended the spot of the huge fluffy rug, having just vacuumed the living room floor.
Got out her beeswax, polished the table.
Upon the wall hung, the head of the sable, she shined his eyes.
The glass eyes of the Sable, who'd been hanging up there for a number of years.
She sat in the armchair sipping her tea.

The rug had moved from it's spot.
It's wild and free.
A rap on the door.
The wrought iron knocker banged hard.
A young pretty girl, with silky blonde hair, stood on the threshold crying .
Face damp with tears.
Crying for years.

"Have you seen my daddy bear?"
The lady responded, " I'm sorry, he's dead".
The young girl in tears.
Heartbroken for years.
The rug that had moved, circumstances improved.
He barged through the door, did her dear daddy bear.
Took a firm hold of the young girl's hand.
A wink and a grin.
Off they go, a happy pair of fairy-tale features.
A rendezvous with red riding hood and the once reported big bad wolf.
An anthology of fairy-tale creatures
(c) Livvi

One woman left the RC church.
Turned and faced the entry door.
Crossed her chest magnificent.
To see such faith.
Inside through the doors made out of glass one holy mother stuck out her *** as she nodded respect to the all holy altar.

My perception of religion still remains unaltered.
How much faith is shown by two women?
Who leave the church to have a brew.
I peaked over the top of my hat.
A fella sat in there doing.
Guess what?
A flaming hot summer's day.
And the good lord still has souls to save.
(c)LIVVI

Autumn bringer of fallen leaves.
Brings instead bare naked trees.
Watch them yearly as they freeze.
(C) Livvi

Fallen Angel Part 1

Lived a life of rich success.
There she stood.
Black wedding dress.
Decked out in jet.
Indiscretion hidden under veil of lace.
Hiding her dark disgrace.
Polished jewels.
Given by him from hell.
Crystalline teardrops.
Shining as dark stars.
Cold as ice.

Fallen angel.
Married Lucifer.
A gift to her from hell.
Suave, sophisticated.
There he stood.
Hair slicked back
A knowing smile of harsh delight.
Captivated angel's heart.

Her wings unzipped.
That's how she fell.
Now lived in devil's den.
Those wings were shredded.
Stuck there for all eternity.
By ladylivvi1

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Fallen Angel Part 2

The wedding bells all peeled out.
Pealing altering their sound.
Demonic couple twisted the night away.
Danced with the devil way too long.
Angel brothers distressed.
She had gone so very wrong.

She was not for use as evil's spawn.
In ungodly row.
Merely Satan's pawn.
Sirens screeched.
Lights flashed.
Into hell archangels dashed.
Legions of angels descended.
Chariots a blaze of fire.
Breached the gates of hell.

Grabbed fallen angel by the hand.
Wrapped in protective rug of holiness.
While angels of mercy bathed her head.
Soothed away her blackened pain.
Set her on their path again.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Fallen Angel Part 3

Snuffed out the candle she held in her heart.
All feelings obliterated.
The smell of molten wax.
Spent matches magnified.
Love for Lucifer.
Collapsed imploded.

Rescued by the angels.
Determined not set her doom.
From depths of depravity was rescued.
Snatched back from the world of gloom.

Lucifer was angry.
Really rather peeved.
His mind was full on angry.
How dare angels enter his domain.
Their fiery chariots.
Built a strong channel.
How dare they breach the arch .
So free they ran between heaven, hell and mother earth.
Left Lucifer rather insecure.

Brimstone leaked.
Broke free from hell.
Would not let the angels win.
He could never tolerate angels
Venturing in here.
He desired no goodness.
Wished for no joy.
Decided in a rash decision that he would venture into heaven.
To catch his bride.
Maybe the cause of war all round.

Would carry on til wife was found!






By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Fallen Angel Part 4 !


The demon danced on the highway.
The highway led direct from hell.

Was the start of trouble brewing.

Going to find the wife who fell.

Came up.

Surveyed the situation.

Went to view the league of nations.

To present his case to all the world.

He wanted back his **** girl.

Him.

He stood all dressed in black.

Not a hair out of place.

All slicked back.

Six foot four with wings of steel.

Evil eyes.

Such man appeal.

Pledged allegiance to the United Nations.

Would not listen to this beast of disgrace.

Did not want to listen.

To the story he wrapped up with lace.

Be gone vile fiend said the court of the

world.

You are a disgrace.

Remove your face.

So the devil he did.

Visage not of beauty.

Wrinkled face of ages past.

No ****** horn.

Summoned his minions.

Lucifer’s spawn.

Invaded the courthouse.

In earthly realm.

World war was born.

Who on earth was to take the blame?
By ladylivvi1



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Fallen Angel Part 5 !

Devil real angry.
Gathered collection of earth's evil leaders.
Descended dragged them home screaming.
Back into realms of hell they fell.
His dominion.
He loves it well.

Grabbed a million executed witches.
Once burned strapped onto their stakes.
The devil a gambling man.
Hedged his bets.
With these ladies.
Chaos on earth could he make.
Him.
Witches.
Evil leaders.

Creation of earthquakes.
A fusion of cracks through earth did break.
As champagne fizz.
Fires burn effervescent.
Bubbled over.
Such vile evil stench.

Earth mantle dressed in disarray.
Mother Earth total disorder.
Fires of hell released.
Avenged the earth.
Witches carried from hell on lava flow.
Spat evil curses over many lands.

Men on earth screamed out in prayer.
Immortal incantations beat.
Clouds break.
Angelic hosts.
Cover lands with holy ghost.
With love and sensibility.
Evil was once more beat.
Once more goodness triumphed.
Man once again set free!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Falling Down Fast! (ANOTHER DARK POEM)

I'm falling apart,
I'm splitting,
Divisible into,
Two fine halves,
Not sure where I'm at,
Torn as crevasse breaches my soul,
My soul,
She's more in control than me,
Weaving chaos while she parties hard,

Fought, the strong ,
Desire to die,
Hell is here,
I won't fight,
I'll sit and cry,

Will ride the tide of tears,
Or maybe drink them dry,
My paradise is lost,

At what cost,
Self assured,
Still keep my dignity intact,
Underneath facade ,
It's just an act,

She fits,
Myoclonic,
Confused,
Flits as Pipistrel,
Through twilight night lights,
Whirling,

Turbulent witch,
Fingertips alive with pain,
Cauldron bubbles,
Filled with heart's dark art,

While piranha eats her heart,
Body stripped to the bone,
Clean to bone,
Nothing left to fear!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I came and I ran and I saw and I fell.
In love with bright new grandson, and I knew.
(c) Livvi

It's glorious this evening,
the sun it's descending slowly.
The trees are adorned with autumnal jewels,
with just a hint of almost emerald green.

I hear an eerie hover dangling in the sky,
the hover that of a distant plane,
leaving just,a silver glint,
a vapour hint, of snail trail,
dashing the sky for a moment or two.

When the rain and the wind,
came roaring in once more,
I believed that summer left,
I thought the sun was utterly beat.
It's sweet today,
the sun glowed,
It was warm,
Still it's nearly September,
What more can I expect?
The brambles bear the blackberries,
Fancy crumble anyone?
lovely hot custard to boot.
(C) Livvi

She's hiding under it.
Hard man.
Give it your best shot.
You know that you won't.
Woman you sit and you shiver.
Remove your arrow from it's quiver.
Aim hard and fast into his heart.
A spot of story starting.
And now my darling.
We are parting.
Now you can't run and hide.
She can't decide whether to shoot you or kiss you.
If you weren't there.
Good grief, she'd miss you.
From her silk bow flew an arrow, missed you darling, hit a sparrow.
This is just a little fun.
Silly tale started, nearly done.
She doesn't shoot her lover.
Never ever would.
Never aims at birds, men or bees.
Ignore these ridiculous words if you please.
Just another phenomena.
Another stupid bit of words.
(c)Livvi

I am not an old woman.
I don't live in a shoe.
I had four children,  
But I still don't know what to do.
(C) Livvi

A haze of yesterdays returned, a slap slung round her face, as she spun.
Standing high upon a top, deep in thought, thinking amends all made.
A dizziness of misconception, remembered as an always error.
Spots of  mentioned misdemeanours.
Forgiven not, so sadly, by  the mother who treated them so badly?
She cries and tries and tries some more.
In a mirage of Chinese whispers, hiding behind truths, spread as margarine between the chain gang of a family.
Words between them are uttered shared, mainly muttered under breath.
The sinner; the mother, she so wants to stitch the damage up.
She is the mother wants to make friends.
The daughter, well she fires vile insults at the mother who cares, not prepared to bow in forgiveness of the missing respect, maybe they could have shared.
(c) LIVVI

Fancy a Little French!

Oops there goes another one.
Hear the whoosh and phut.
Hits the court.

A silent crowd stop and watch
Stilled by the sullen fall of the blade.
The crowd of peasants roar.
One more to go.
Let's even the scare.
Maybe the score.
Today alone twenty or more.

Let them feast.
Worry the wealth of the rich.
Watch power tumble.
As it's neck doth crumble
A revolutionary way to deal with affluent society.

A rickety cart pulled by stallion fine.
Arrogance led from said rickety cart.
Still holding their masks to their eyes.
Fine mask withheld by milady in waiting.

Exchanged for a rag.
To stick over the eyes of the affluent ****.
Before she meets her maker.
Another gone.
Nibbled the dust of a thousand saws.

Crowd uproar.
In a sea of cheers.
A platform of fear.
A scaffold without much mess.
Another head tossed in the basket.
Poulets dans le panier!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)