Smashing the pumpkins all down the street.
As he rolled her along as her head, he did beat.
She was not a pumpkin.
She was the one who dared, the one who fatally believed he cared.
Her head was on fire as he took out his ire.
Rolled down the street.
Rocking and rolling.
A flash of blood red, as loves nearly dead.
She snatched her last breath, just before death.
He'd said, never again could her hurt her.
Nor would he hurt her.
Blurted out, "I'm sorry doll."
As the bells that summoned death did toll.
Poor lass, she'd believed that his words would ring true.
Never more  would he leave her black and blue.
And she believed him yet again.
As she laid there rolling in the drain.
In pain, in pain of death.
No fear was even seen in her eyes, as her pupils internally sensed that she'd died.
(c) Livvi

There comes a time in all folks life,
when special love becomes bespeak.
Futurity takes over.
To live alone to live to die alone.
What future do we have and why?
Furnish..me,
A trusted cabinet.
An old oak dresser.
A rocking chair,
made out of rattan.
Tatty around the edges.
Sat under the window.
Where the sunlight shone through.
The blinds were half open.
A strange shade of puce.
It's cold and reliable.
That tatty old chair.
A body and soul, both sat in there.
Stranded in time.
A comfortable cushion.
Sat perching.
Silently sitting.
Call the mortician.
(C) Livvi

A soulful being in an empty shell.
Once thought it was a wishing well.
The dashed world then crushed her on the rocks.
In tales she sang to the sea.

In ribbons of water she swam and she sang.
A chorus of whales sing their hallowed song in vibrations.
As they danced with her at the waters edge.
Joining her in her tragic lament.

Where nobody hears because nobody wants to.
Thus is the way of the uncaring world.
There in the world where Old Nick took control.
And Saint Nick.
Well ,he just lived in a childhood dream!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

My soul, she's singing to the wind.
Her prayer flags blowing silently.
Strolling down walnut grove.
Seeking myself.
My window's wide open,
Releasing my pain.
The bain of my life.
Associated only with the pain of being his wife.
Sits at the piano performing.
Playing all out of key.
Feelings of true love washed out to sea.
Strands of garlands follow thee.
Sir, you sir are a liar.
I wore your band of gold.
To love honour respect and hold.
In sickness and health.
Missing wealth.
A strutting pigeon scratching at crumbs.
How you left me honey.
Left me just being a mum.
Scratching in dust.
My heart you burst,.
I'm wasted.
Chaste.
You sped up my heart.
You broke it.
Nothing more than one hell of a ***.
Bleed me more.
Pick up sticks.
I'm freaking free.
Never saw.
(c)Livvi MMCV

My soul, she's singing to the wind.
Her prayer flags blowing silently.
Strolling down walnut grove.
Seeking myself.
My window's wide open,
Releasing my pain.
The bain of my life.
Associated only with the pain of being his wife.
Sits at the piano performing.
Playing all out of key.
Feelings of true love washed out to sea.
Strands of garlands follow thee.
Sir, you sir are a liar.
I wore your band of gold.
To love honour respect and hold.
In sickness and health.
Missing wealth.
A strutting pigeon scratching at crumbs.
How you left me honey.
Left me just being a mum.
Scratching in dust.
My heart you burst,.
I'm wasted.
Chaste.
You sped up my heart.
You broke it.
Nothing more than one hell of a ***.
Bleed me more.
Pick up sticks.
I'm freaking free.
Never saw.
(c)Livvi MMCV

So what became of the moon this night,
One moment shining,
Once glowing so brightly,
the minutes turned to hours.

All ebony night,
Whence, Duncan, thane of highland descent,
swept the cover of the haze,
embraced the moon with wild eyes,
blackened further July skies.

Beneath the remnants of the missing moon,
the wild crazy women,
they swirled,
mixing potions,
of dancing and loving,
while brewing emotions,
and magic with such torrid chants,
a whirling tornado,
a dervish indeed,
a whirlwind so sore,
the end of the night,
with dawn breaking silently,
their vehement words, lost,
blown away, as they crumbled to dust,
the dust blew in their eyes,
my God how they cried,
all that emotion destroyed.
(C) Livvi

Space!

Not wanting to live in anyone's pocket.
Conjurer provided promise of better days to come.
In discrete indulgences
No promontories of feeling.
Drowning in the sea.
My sea is full to brim of dreams.
Overflowing fast.
So wanting to get in.
Battering doors down.
Desperate to get in
Laying down and screaming.
Kicking at the dust.
The kerb-stones blow up in my face
Screaming of insincerity.
Hell I'm no disgrace.
I don't want you to go said he.
Me neither I said.
My phony smile in place.
Both knew it had to be.
Wanted him.
He wanted me too.
Far to much to ****** bear.
This bear's grizzly.
Keeps sobbing like a baby girl.
****** silly cow!
When you find one for whom so much you care.
Two of a kind.
For definite.
Unending delight.
Infinite love in darkness of night!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I shall not invade your space.
Except of course with words.

Unless I am invited.
I shall not post my comments.
To the man who appreciates it not.

I see your face and feel you.
Always close at hand.
Darling, your sweet soul.
I no longer demand.


You should have called me in.
When you had the chance.
Wanted but, a distant love.
With minimal romance.


Words of love,
A mere ripple in the distance.
A revolution of crumbling temples.
Sword heated and tempered.


Blocked from the book of two faced love.
By the tiger dressed as pussycat .


Lay down and purr in my lap.
I shall stroke your sorry belly.
Twist your tail around my arms.
Bite me not my sweet friend.

Teach me to love again.
As my soul could teach you too.
While you have a chance.

Love has left the dance hall.
Emotion, hell she remains.


Want not roses.
No more than words.
Lost too soon.
A barren love.

Once was strong.
Such as kindling could renew.

Hang on in there.
Until the time,
That time herself ends!

She speaks not with toxic tongue.
Her words genuine and true.

Hell be wreaked on Earth.
She will not chase you.
Ever never.
The pursuing's up to you!

VVV Glory to Poetry!




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I don't speak spaceman she said with a grin.
When into the craft she went.
Was parked on the grass at the rear of her tent.
There met an alien ugly as sin.
Invited her in to join him for gin.
Or maybe a game of rummy.
Neither one could understand.
Non-verbal communication ensued.
They had a hug and laid on the rug.
When sipping their gin.
The two of them,
The alien invader, ugly as sin.
And maiden fair who chucked her hand in.
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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Today the desperate parasite escapes.
The confines of the womb release.
The pain unparalled, as reported by my daughter, still just my baby girl.
For now in process the labourious task of being born into adulthood.
In giving up her soon born son.
(c) Livvi

Speech

Chaos forced out, while stupidity smiles loudly,
Shouting in brittle delight,
Fractious unbroken anxiety smacks,
Abrupt is what wishes once desired,
Dialect of dreams devotion,
In hazy frosted sponges dusted in icing sugar trims,
Brimming Sweetness blowing flustered in blasts of summer,
Audacious in feral vile violence,
While the song remains the same!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Spellbound!

You are so *****.
Dress like the devil that took over your mind.
Spellbound.
Held tight in demon's mental grip.
In spells of deep despair you lay.

A stroke of magic.
She will flourish
To nourish your soul with goodness.
She is the sun in the morning.
Feminine delicate.
The moon in your nights.
Her treasured loving will put you right.
Mornings touch will awake you with magic.

Days of fire to live and enjoy.
Not die and endure.
Melting glacier.
Let the rivers flow and warm.
Your heart needs touching.
The love of a woman.
To last forever more.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Of voices and choices.
Of fears and tears.
There are too many years, but never enough.
In bodies of evidence all pure pretence.
In fighting and smiting, in magic delighting.
So says the witch with the crippling grip.
And the magical fingertips that spark.
Abracadabra, let the music play on.
(C) LIVVI

A magic floor show.
Floor show of syllables.
Hotchpotch box of nouns and verbs.
A powerful infusion.
Cast me a spell.
Maybe using,
Celtic herbs.

Better still poetic words.
I wish that with sweet sorcery.
That that sweet man would notice me.
Be attentive to me.
One or two of my needs at least.

Rip off the lid.
Be glad you did.
Press release.
In a box of spells was stored.
A sweet sanctity of incantations.
Painted blue imagination.
Maybe red.
Hop in my bed.
Summoning my mischief man.

If I could get an eagle to ****** him in her claws.
Up up up away.
As fast as she can.
Carry him to my place just for today.
Got to drop him on my bed.
With a little luck drop him on his head.
Obviously don't end up dead.
Hit him with a little sense.

Send him back to me.
Wrapped.
Unwrapped.
However he comes.
Christmas paper's not a mistake.
Could do with a decent gift.
Still feeling rather miffed.

Stick him in my stockings.
This nurse is for shocking.
No desire for a thicko.
Certainly don't want a sicko.
But I shan't say what I want!
Except a renewed friend request... LOL
(c) Livvi 01/12/13

Spilled Dreams!

Hide not away.
Be not concealed.
No need to run.
Escape from a teacup of dreams.
Try to pull yourself out.
Be careful not to spill the contents on the grass

On a wild escapade.
Should you let your china teacup tip.
Your dreams will ***** the soil.
Become doused in muddy mess of moments.
Spread across the grass.

Then they shall be lost.
No stratagem to rescue them.
When they're gone.
They're gone.
Lost forever and maybe a day!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In the darkness they lurk,
The shadows of deceased in spirit form,
Wandering through darkness looking for soul salvation,
Life had been no blessing for these tragic mortals,
Was a lifetime of night times nightmares,

There was no love,
An intrepid raven shouts abysmally,
Playing an off beat funeral dirge of his own,
An omen that evil ran amok,
Hidden out of sight,

A scream rang out,
Bloodcurdling howls
Fulfilling the very air,
Thick, dank,
Stench of rotten death,

From the depths of this despair,
Came forth a good soul,
Sweeping the filth from the cavern,
To be cleansed by the fresh spring waters,
Lain undiscovered for millennia,

The wind whirled through these vile caverns,
Propelling freshness through the dark air,
Darkness diffusion infiltrated with sunlight sparkles,
The good soul made incantations of peace,
Blessing the dark spirits,

Enabled them to rest in peace.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The spoils of war rip the souls from defenceless children leaving them unshielded,
No protection offered to innocents in a war torn world,
No safe haven in sight,
No light in the darkness, save the fires of hell as flashlight shells leave their harbour before they are corrupted as merciless killers on a rampant mission,

In a fright of bleeding fear, bloodied shredded as malignancy invades!
The children cower as they watch parents burned,
Tears drench ***** faces as the children sob,
The children cry eternally in turmoil of dark deaths memories,
Father is marched away to certain doom on battlefield of destruction, to a land from where none return!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Say something good to her.
Tell her you love her.
For you should be free.
To express what you feel.
A touch that's so real.
Of spoken tongue and power pens.
Say something simple.
Deep and fulfilling.
Just tell her that time matters not to you.
As it matters not to her.
May her hands ease you and please you.
Hold you so close.
Nothing else matters.
May love now be born.
Give them a chance.
Both of them dance on.
(C) Livvi

Alone?

I stand insular in my world,
my wings are clipped,
It's my only option, Hobson's Choice is mine, no fears,
No more tears, hearts divisions, between one or two, only, not going to be lonely,
I eternally seek his lust, as a sin it's a must, same with my envy,  heralded sin in emerald green,
Not really a sinner, to me, myself, I,
I am ever the victor, I do as I please,
I sit in sight of a future, fulfilled , extricated from a bubble once burst,
Burst.....long in the past,
I am myself, my own figure head, my own mast, my own support,
Guide myself through, stormy seas, tremendous turbulent tempests, always out to get me, not,
Last word on the subject, Forget me not!
Plummet into darkness, so deep,
Then rise, rise once more,
Up above, as the dragon fly flies,
where butterflies flit on the wing, in the sun,
A solar eclipse greets my sweet lips, when we fall in my bed, fed each others' sweet heads!
Only one soul shares my bed, he's the one lives in my head,
He makes me feel sincere unto myself, always,none filled with bigotry,
Bounce right back, with self-esteem, always feeds my mind,
Walk along the tightrope wire, taut with desire
Feelings strong, feeling keen,
Mind aphrodisiac based within in myself,
Chains of resentment, rusted , dusted, deconstructed,
I love myself with all my wealth,
The chemistry I feel for me is freekin, so unreal,
Emotions, never thought I'd shatter,
Copyright Livvi Kent 24/03/2013

Through the worst of winter she trudged
Sun is out she smiles now
Sunshine smiles within her soul.
Her lipstick paints upon a scarlet grin.
Maroon wiped off as she bathes in the light of the beautiful one.
Splendid.
So glad it did.
Sunshine fits better than cold snow and rain.
(C) LIVVI

Tickling the sky in sunlight, the blossom's breaking on my Hawthorn tree!
(C) LIVVI

There's a skeleton that lives in the mirror.
Dregs of a smile and crooked teeth.
Features pinched, despite youth of heart.
Tresses of highly distressed grey
Sockets are yelling,"you coming to play"?
It diced with death.
Playing Russian roulette, in the light of the silvery moon.
Death gave it a break, it was never too soon.

A distinct distortion.
As a wasted abortion, walks over the hill.
Life extinguished with a resounding bang.
Dustbin lids clash and she's gone down the pan.
And now in peace, it's time for sleep.
Emotion exposé ,the perfect played pen.
Wake up in the morning, and do it again.
The end of tonight and it's mournful refrain.
(c)Livvi

Nice one squirrel she said, as she smiled at him and nibbled his nuts .

If time were mine again,
whatever would I do?
Would I contemplate a straight run of keeping my precious pearl for longer.
My mind often wanders to what might have been only lust ,
My virginity safe until I was sure.
Wouldn't ever be left sore.
Would I have married long ago?
Lived in a stagnant rut?
Perfect security but, happy?
Maybe not.
The flowers around the garden gate invited me in.
A pair of doves perched on top.
Billing and cooing.
Discussing us with each other, don't let them stop.
They stared at us almost envious of the love we shared.
Birds, they don't often  notice  people  who so obviously   care.
Marriage not made in heaven.
Nor was it made in hell.
Like a millpond, still and silent.
The sun caused love to evaporate.
Nothing left but friendship but, friendships sometimes best.
(c)LIVVI

Mom I think we want ourselves.
To be left alone to proudly fight.
We have love, we have life.
We have shadows, but they're kept behind our private veils.
Slugs leave trails in the minds of the deceived.
Life is deception.
A declaration.
Maybe true  love exists but only once.
We were created from a tapestry of ancient stitches tightly sworn.
We are held upright.
We are searching through the tunnels of our gorgeous minds.

I wonder, if we search whatever can be found.
And now I eat.
(c) Livvi

Slaughter me not in the shadows of time.
Far reaching.
The beautiful universe doth climb.
Takes me out.
Not stresses me out.
The universe she does expand.
In beauty.
Ad infinitum!


She is the universe,
She is always in demand.
Sought out by astronomers.
From eons gone by.
Discovering evolution from the sands of time.

I do not matter.
You do not matter.
Only matter matters.


The star child and the moonshine.
Walk by,
Hands clasped tight.
Side by side.
With infinite rights of passage.
Ultimate rights to write!


VVV. Glory to the lady, the lady poetry!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

STARFISH
Washed up upon the beach
a tiny shape,
dry abandoned,
once danced upon the waves,
partied with the seas hair,
nobody cared,
sometimes hovered neath the waves,
has plenty of arms,
but unable to wave,
to summon a little assistance,
this fella lost his anchorage,
adhesive pads became released,
so with the turned of the tide,
laid on the beach dried.
Perhaps a child may collect him,
while she's playing on the golden beach,
a summer's drift,
just have to wait and see.
(C) Livvi
INSPIRED BY ZACK

Staring in the mirror.
What's staring back at me.
A naked flower with falling petals.
Bare and exposed.
Clothed in streaks of green leaves.
Vine I believe.
Dolmades' with uncooked lamb.
More likely mutton alternatively.
Served up with ouzo.
Staggering about in aniseed dreams.
Feed your eyes.
On what you cannot see.
Fired from elastic catapult flying free.
Cupids arrow missed.
Guess he's always pi**ed.
At the bottom of his list.
In a filing cabinet somewhere.
Let the world forget.
No regrets.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Mr Earth meets Madame Fire,
A stable man of intellect,
Charisma very much intact,
A logical fellow,
Manners of perfection noted,
Meditating on his issues,
Sometimes rather pessimistic,
Very sensual,
Rather ****** by design,
Tested waters thoroughly,
Before strolling into my bright light,
Not giving into love initially,
Can feel jealousy bite,
But **** he won't admit it,
There was another poet born on his special day,
Philip Levine,poetry must be written in the stars,

Madame Leo,
So dramatic,
Writes with mental pen of magic,
An uncomplicated soul,
Like him, She strives to be the best,
Loves to take central place in his affection,
Offers adoration as well as admiration,
This strong honest leader,
Likes to dominate,
With patience in care,
A masterpiece in passion,
This leonine lady will cross the ocean to find him,
So she can share her tender touch,
Whenever the time is right,
A four star combination with lots of light hearted love!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Starry skies

03/10/2014
08:27

Instead of the rising sun,
So the foliage fell,
With the descendant of mist and balance,
into the solar signs and stars,
With the balance of Libra,
As the weather evicts the virgins' sunny smile..
And then will come the winters wind at the end of the scorpion's stinging tail.
(c) Livvi

Cloak of navy obscures my vision,
Where in my room I sit,
Electric lamp light sparkles,
Soon to be put off ,
Wait patiently,
Try to stay awake,
For tonight the glory heavens will be illuminated,
As entrancing shooting stars dash across the sky,
Dancing as they shower,
Painting tales of wonder while they rush,
Across the skies,
To infinity........x
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

STARTING OUT
Time is of the essence.
Egg timer sand broke free.
Feeling muddled up.
A bloodshot mix of me.
Like a storm cloud in bright sunshine.
A sandstorm in a hurricane.
A gift tag on the side.
It's labelled lots of love to me.
Missing the moments with everyone once there.
Feeling so broken.
Laid totally bare.
Fresh beginnings and frosty rose hips.
Mondays coming,bring it on .
A serenade of trumpets.
With flares and fireworks.
Accompanied by a xylophone.
Noisily.
Justly celebrating jitters.
Jeepers creepers.
My bricks aren't made of clay.
They're actually filled with dynamite.
Hold tight.
Tomorrow morning's coming.
Let's go.
Break on through,
I introduce the ride of my life.
(C) Livvi

Waterloo evenings.
The sun descended.
A million ants nightly milling.
Fighting over stairs.
Escalator space invaded.
A melee of short-cases.
A.K.A Brief cases.
Wheeled by city nutcases.
Some in bowler hats.
Some in stiletto heels.
Trying not to trip.

Always in a mad dash to trip to homes.
In one place or any other.
The hub in which the hub-bub dwells.
Full of noise and body smells.
Sense the wafts of perfumed air.
Along with tramps their vagrant souls.
Whose body odour and their very being.
Are discounted.
Cheap at half the price.
Coffee from the coffee ***.
Aroma of enticement an invitation to partake.
Whistle pierces the air.
The train's at platform number five.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Had a crush.
It broke my heart.
That was when I was twelve or thirteen
Strange really.
His name was Stephen Timewell.
That's all I can recall.
I don't know what became of him.
Those people known as parents, thought he was bad news.
Maybe he was maybe he wasn't.
A memory, insignificant.
I know not what became of him.
We walked on hillsides together in deepest darkest Dorset.
Corfe Castle sponsored walk with fizzy pop in plastic bottles.
Sweating sandwiches and bits of fruit.
How cute!
If I saw him now I probably wouldn't like him much.
I remember a blue eyed dark haired rogue, never looking for the local lord, never looking to be a lady.
Much more down to earth.
(c)Livvi

Watch those blue shoes, being carried on the tide,
They're rolling from the water's edge,
propelled by sunlight,
lost in pain.
Once stepped over stones,
with you,
once weighed down.

See the lose broken twigs,
cruising with the tide beside them.
The shoes remember you intrinsically,
For all eternity,
Never will you be forgot,
Floating shoes,
have been released,
nearly free.
They're missing your lost kisses,
Riding ever onward,
Flowing toward home.
Being soothed and washed,
Cleansed and washed away.

They're dancing as seahorses do,
as they roam,
towards relief,
being bathed in marinated foam.
(C) Livvi

I met me a dark poet,
He fires my inspiration.
I'd love him to hold me tight,
But never in a stranglehold.
He can buy me flowers,
Bunches of black roses,
If he so wishes.
He may lay them on my path,
He can even give me kisses,
if he feels he really must.
He can pen dark poems for me,
and dutifully I shall respond.
He is my sequential secret,
Even a secret from him and me.
He doesn't know and neither do I.
If,
a great big if,
By any chance
love stumbles my way,
Be sure that I will be inspired
The poet rolls on the floor in fits...announces to all her readers that I will write love from the whole of my heart, if I find it.
Proud to say this love poem is ****!
(C) Livvi

Okay.
So where has it gone.
Went to trundle of to work.
Going berserk is what I am.
My puppy dog's stolen my shoe.
One shoe is never enough.
Guess puppy dog chewed through my leather work shoe.
I guess that's really tough.
Tough indeed.
I know it is.

Can only wear those ones.
My cute puppy.
A naughty little *****.
I need to go hunting.
To try catch the elusive shoe.
As one sits sweetly.
Solo at the base of the stairs.
Asked my children if they'd seen the missing link.
Guess what nobody cares.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Venom!

Carry not venom in sharpened fangs;
Which pierce peace.
Bring not scorpions madness unto the kicking tail of abnormality.
Nausea sickens impolitely,
While walking through a softened heart.

Be not bitter as I am not.
Tells me that I am not forgot.
Each time with words you crucify.
A public notice not denied.
Cannot deny in whinging and whining.
Powerful hearts are both entwining.
Smash and grab,

A stollen heart.
That was Stollen,
Well bread.
Not stolen,
Straight rye bread,
Stolen from a German fantasy.
Fruity, spicy full of fun.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Crystal lake sparkling.
First explosive as lightning strikes.
Now moving softly obeying moonlight’s touch.
Warm breeze.
Chased the heavy storm.
After clouds played with Thor.
Drenched.
Bones almost soaked.
Standing in the free rain.
Hair leaden with liquid moonshine…
Coat clings as limpet sponge.
Stuck in situ!

By ladylivvi1



© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The eye of the storm is studying me.
Dancing through dark skies.
Eternally free.

Unlike the battalions stood on the field.
Soldiers of fortune are hiding from harm.
Tornado holds charms filled with only with magic.
Their soldier boys war is eternally tragic.
I don't want them to fight, it's really not right.
Storm winks his eye.
Sighs louder for sure.
War is a night terror with no known cure.
(c)LIVVI

Stormy Sky!

Buttermilk stained sky.
Almost mackerel.
Scaly streaked.
Stripes in pile of cloudy sky.
Clouds tinged pink.
Textured in cream.
As standing brave sentinels.
Guarding heaven's gate.
Fearsome portent.
A warning to the lofty ships.
Sails lowered.
Make for shore for sure.
Cumbersome cumulus.
Expecting birth of storm to descend.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Talking to a sorry seamstress.
Hanging out in New Orleans.
A witch, she stole you from you jeans,
Robbed you of your lover,
Sold you onto another.
Satan himself.

Exerted the most passionate of mind control.
When full of magic she robbed your soul.
Full of pizzazz and all that jazz.

Black cats and ravens.
Unholy houses, unsafe havens.
Voodoo.
Trembling zombies,
Out to munch.
Petrified lunch.

Potions.
Lotions.
Evil devotions.
Incensed.
Incantations.
New Orleans.
Zombie nation.
(C) Livvi