Warming Up!

She speaks to thee in words,
Not of spoken type,
She talks to thee in poetry,
Then you come to dance with me,
A blend of vexations mischief mixed,
The black heart is being fixed,

Slow puncture so deflated,
Very slowly trickles out,
The blood runs warm,
Although her heart is cold,
Sour blood dissolved through water's edge,

In a dizziness of fashion,
Her life is full with passion rich,
Magic from two crazy pens,
When you and she will meet again,
To write of nature, love and pain!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Her lover brewed her a lethal cocktail.
Aroma of tiger lilies.
He shakes it, gives it a scary stir.
Her lover, well he killed her.
Her spirit still remains.

She left a legacy.
She's out to save the hearts of the wretched ones.
Those in need of light protection.
Lets them know that she is there.
The purple haired juniper witch.
Still fresh in lively mind.
The truth is out there .
Oh unenlightened ones.
Breath in the air.
See the light.
Trysts of twisted truths.
Spirits exist.
We feel them without seeing.
Smell them as bunches of orange lilies, pungent ones.
Awareness of lily scent.
Indicative of living spirits near, of persons passed before.
We sense their passing souls lingering, a long time lost.
(c)Livvi

God be grateful for the poets sat within the trenches.
In trepidation sitting on the grounds so shallow.
Nowhere be there animals grazing in these fields.
These fields all full up with war.
For they left poetic memoirs of days gone by.
Days when many died.
There was no paradise awaiting.
Swirling smoke and cannon fodder.
Wrapped beneath the sullen moon.
Sassoon, Owen and Hodgson.
Poets give feeling like none could ever do.
Walking down the hillside.
In England, just a pleasant walk.
This was no place for summer day strolls.
The dragons fire their fluency in a language all men understood.
Enthusiastic majors told these boys that killed or be killed.
Powerful war cradle spoke out loud.
The cradle where the dead lads slept.
The scarlet crippled carpet lined with uncomprehending eyes.
The sun still shone in all her beauty.
But in their eyes the world was black.
God pray bless the poets in all the wars before and now.
To all war ridden poets.
A smile, an acknowledgement and most of all a heart bound bow!
(C) Livvi

Warren was almighty.
Alive and kicking.
Into the tunnels the ferret ran.
Collected rabbits for a pie.
Bet you didn't know where this was going.
Guess what, neither did I !
(C) LIVVI

From the womb came forth a mighty child.
Bearing a sword of platinum.
Complete with perfect gleaming smile.
For then there was a future.
A perfect optimism.
With a grin to steal hearts and minds.
Wild, she's running like the wind.
She bears a chill in her eyes.
Deep set in black,
They do declare without even a word.
May the world never end.
There are mountains to climb, rivers to cross.
Forests to flatten, sadly.
And oceans to swim.

She knows there's a saviour,
The saviour is communication.
Words of open discourse.
No matter his name.
No matter his gender.
Breach no barriers, save language.
Invade no space.

She's loving her planet,
Let's stand and defend her.
People of power.
Presidents and ministers.
Nobody anywhere, or  anyhow will be a winner.
LIVVI

Writing messages to loved one in sand.
To be washed away by flowing swell.
Walked over by seagulls and children at plan.
I wrote them yesterday.
They're not here today.
The messages were so special.
I logged them in my mind.
I wrote them in sand knowing that never would you find them.
Nor never know how I am feeling.
Released intimate feelings.
That I know he'll never see.
Always the same situation.
Words in sand meant for a moment in time.
Written only by me.
Help me to forget.
A world with no regrets.
I dream.
(C) LIVVI

Washing!

Dashed onto a million rocks.
Jagged.
Seashore vibrates.
Autumnal storms.
Blow wild and free.
Sky heavy with God's tears.
Wind carrying angels breath.
Tears flow free.
Gods release.
Washing evil away.
World peace.
All in a dream!



By ladylivvi1

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The woman did all the laundry,
Forgot to empty the pockets.
See all the bank notes blowing in the breeze.
A spot of money laundering but not illegally.
(c) Livvi

In-vitro lumps and bumps.
The **** of the unborn mammal, rolls through amniotic sea.
Son unborn; procured, of Eve's daughter, rides the belly swelled.
Scratches of purple, stretch they engrave my honeys tummy.
Face of the unseen as yet, expectant in excitement.
Eager in anticipation.
By ladylivvi1

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To study closely the face of a stranger.
Strategies and patterns carved from well spent living.
Living in a hub-bub of city lights and fancies, strung together with strands of flippancy.
Watch children's faces glowing as they grow from innocence as they grow into experience.
Knowing not what lay in store and adulthood demands creep rapidly into sight.
The girls, they hang about in gangs of giggles.
Behind rose tinted spectacles, snatching quick glimpses of the things to come.
The lads kick language round the park, if they're not kicking each other.
Now and then a ball's in play.
The elderly couple shuffle on, they're on their way home.
The faces hold pictures of a world of their own.
She looked like Audrey Hepburn did.
Once upon a youthful time ago.
She kissed him goodbye as she got on her bus.
I wonder upon reflection.
What it was they made of us.
© LIVVI

Waterloo Dreams Spent!

Outstanding.
His love.
In a fine muddle of loss,
In a pre-conceived idea.
The way to turn obliterated.
Imaginations images obscured.
Blocked by blinding light.
A nutcase in rebellion.
Without acknowledgement.

Love,
She left her emotions on the platform.
Down at Waterloo.
All the love she ever felt,
Turned deepest sapphire blue.
Abolition on the tissue,
She used to wipe her weeping eyes.
Along with words of worship.
Unjustly spent.
Before truth came along.
Then away she went.
By ladylivvi1

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Eventual obscenity scribble on a prison wall.
Trouble called in desperation, as pride it came, long before the fall.
The lions roar and reap their toils.
As dogs of war chase cats who spoiled.
Street corners at midnight.
Those cats, they are calling in adamant rapture.
Avoiding the parasites who capture,
and incarcerate.
The words on the street that the world's in a state.
For love and religion.
All that's corrupted.
Collecting amethyst, to purchase angel dust.
Angel dust took the hand of the loser, who feeds supply with demand.
Back on the corner or a heap on a kerb.
Thereafter follows a funeral dirge.
Purged.
(c)LIVVI

So what time is the wedding dear?
I hear you say for real,
never said the little lady,
marriage,
has lost it's love appeal,
love is real apparently,
unless you are a cynic.
(C) Livvi

A shady copse,
Hiding under trees that fell.
The hair of the beauty that tumbled out beneath the wedding day hat.
Clumps of severe alopecia,
The bride looked like a father, a holy one, not a pretty mother.
Four months before that wedding day, her boy child born a precious date.
The date was set,
The bathroom covered in stragglers,
Strands of missing falling hair.
The sink was blocked,
The door was locked.
She sat and sobbed,
blubbing as a child would.
The special day came and then it left for a few months no hair,
The lady was bereft.
Her sorrow was very short lived,
Well fairly anyway,
A few short months,
Her hair renewed so full and fast,
As thick as fields of summer hay.
Crowning glory was restored,
The sorry bride she cried no more.
(c) Livvi

Sky grey.
Seems as if it weighs a ton.
Not looking fluffy.
Once a soft quilt.
Now,
A well used heavy one.
Looking very grimy.
The sky is grimacing.
But only now and then.

Minimal emotion noted hanging
Heavy across  tops of trees.
The evergreens are just that.
A sludgy shade of green.
Lost their summer days lustre.
It must have been removed.

The wind has died a death.
Everything so still.
Lights are on so early now.
Cosy toes when shut indoors.
Dare to leave the pleasantries.
Go outside.
Feel Santa's coming claws.
By ladylivvi1

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Weird Love!

I'm sat here in the rain.
It's not raining.
It's blazing hot.
My heart is dripping sorrow.
Oozing out slowly.
In a minute trickle.
40 beats a minute.
Causes such a pickle.
The heart relaxes.
Beats real slow.
While the head becomes engaged.
Takes a little musing time.
While I try to make him mine.

Tomorrow the sun may shine.
Maybe tell me.
You are mine.
Maybe tell you.
I am yours.
Keep inside my kitty's claws.
No talons here.
I'm soft and gentle.
Together.
You and I are mental.
The sorcerer's apprentice.
Messed up another spell.
Sending mischief very well.
Full of silly nonsense.
It's getting so much hotter.
The atmosphere so close.
Going from writing poetry.
To maybe writing mighty prose!
By ladylivvi1

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There is a wall.
An old stone wall.
Behind the wall.
Lives nothing.
Just a pile of discarded rubble.
Strewn around regardless.
By the workers who passed by.
The stone wall is made of chunks of flint.
Grey, bluish, sharp and sure.
Perfection naturally.
The rubble is waiting for builders to construct something from it.
A gang of convicts come.
Stack the rubble into a mound.
A high mound.
A sodden plank positioned atop.
A perfect fit.
Welcome home.
(c)LIVVI

Glug.
Who on earth pulled out the plug?
The sky is drained, yet again.
Think I'll grab a towel.
Dance around the garden.
Dressed in nothing, except that rain.
Saving on the water bill.
Bathing in the icy rain.
Maybe for a chilly thrill.
Bits all frozen out of use.
****** bath in rains' abuse!

Fear needing an aqua-lung to swim off to the shop.
Wonder if this rain will stop.
Kissing's out of the question.
With lips too sore to mention.
They got licked by kissing wind.
This weather is cheesing me off.
Hope the rain and wind will stop!
(C) Livvi 2014

Wet Cheeks!

The ab dabs they screamed.
When she was leaving.
Walked out of the door.
Expecting much more.
Crying, dying in river deep.
Believed there would be tomorrow,
Tomorrow came not.
Only past a present.
Unpleasant gift of sorrow.

A million and one candid kisses.
Given away by the fool on the hill.
A legacy not left by free will.
Was not pursuant,
Not breaching the lore.
A total surprise.
In a ****** disguise.
Wait so strong.
For the sun more to rise.

Dying sunrise.
Flickered out.
Lava bubbles, as this witch she cuddled.
Her sorry heart as it sits alone.
She is a free bird.
As free as is he.

Last words uttered'I love you',
He states nearly silently.
' I know you do'.
Used vanishing cream to smooth out his wrinkles.
Disappeared.
Left only tears!
By ladylivvi1

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As a sponge I soak up buckets of rain.
Trapped inside as liquid pain.
Drenched with passion’s stench.
Almost as mentor
He was there.
Once or twice.
Two powerful pens.
We worked as one.
He sort of taught me how to write.

Well a little bit at least.
Always believed I did it well.
Helped me make and mend my range.
For he writes mainly darkness.

With a little help from you my friend.
Found my own darkness in the end.
I love the feel of darkness he conjured.

Will there to be light in my dark again?

By ladylivvi1



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You know what?
I need to hold you close again.
To run my fingers through your hair.
Missing you.
Front garden displaying it's field full of bluebells.
Nearly crunched an unfortunate ladybird as I walked up the steps, first one I've seen this year.
Daydreaming again.
Lucky ladybird.
You were in my head again.
Then you left, once more.
(c) Livvi

A hundred years from now and what?
What shall still be standing strong and proud.
Voices booming violently loud.
When man himself has lost the plot.
Scheming destroying mini dot.
One dot in the spiral universe, twisting and turning getting worse.
(c)LIVVI

Where am I
What am I
Who am I
Nobody knows.

I am the icy finger.
That runs down your spine.
I am that fear.
And I'm giving you mine.
I am the tear that runs down your cheek.
I am the eyes that bleed and that cry.
I prevent you from moving as evil arthritis.
Causing such pain.

I'm making you share.
As frost lain on the ground.
I'm freezing you out.
With a full bloodied clout.
I am a vapour.
I ooze and I drift.
I cover your shape with my form, as I shift.
Fiddling eternally with my bleistift.

I make you shake.
Shiver and quake.
As love to you, I continue to make.
In ecstasy with excitement.
For I am the beautiful toxic witch.
Gets under your skin,
Hell I'll make you itch.
The princess of ebony black.
The princess of white.
The lady of darkness.
In which I delight.
I am the gentle pen.
I speak out loud with ***** might!
By ladylivvi1

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For a few short months the in-vitro whale  swam.
Watched and felt from a distance.
He is her newborn, Moby **** broke free.
Left behind only bravery stripes and a little blubber.
Sometimes, more than blubber, wailing extremely.
Telling mummy, he's hungry.
(c) Livvi

It's an eternal punishment.
Bereft of love in darkest place.
Got donation of love as the ancient sages said I would.
Only from time to time.
In a checkered history.
As queen on a chessboard.
Always being taken out.
My love spread across the pages of a dated tea stained periodical.
Written in love letters in pure poetry.
I cannot measure up to her.
Poetic justice.
That's for me
Was predicted by the seers.
Forsooth, that I shall die alone.
In a vendetta of being on my own.
Once unlawful utterance he gave to me.
I love you said he.
In him I placed belief.
In loves space I leave behind a wreath!
By ladylivvi1

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The departed mortals.
Newly deceased stand at the crossroads.
Black candles drip wax.
In a dark musty cavern.
Smell of confusion.
Blind panic fills the air.
Was their time naturally right?
Did they pass after an age of ages past?

Were they the executioner's fodder?
Rapists from far continents.
Swinging high from gibbet.
Or did they die?
As casualties.
Gift from war,appallingly.
No pleasantries.
Send casualties not not to hell.
Most manipulated by powers that be.
Suicide maybe took a vengeful grip.
As down the road to hell they slip.
To be the devils morsels.
To tease the hounds of hell.

They listen for the missing bell.
The toll calls entry to heaven.
Infants and innocents.
Always get the ayes.
No time to commit mortal sin.
Queue moves slowly onward.
Ayes to the right.
Nays to the left.
One direction seals eternal fate.
Will it be hell's fires?
Or pearly gates!

By ladylivvi1

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On the eleventh day of the eleventh month at the eleventh hour.
They shall be remembered.
Poor souls lost in dark days past.
War is not over.
Continuum of tragic loss where megalomania rules.
With iron rod.
Dignitaries undignified.
Locked safe in their protective realms.

Their dens are dark.
Their minds are dank.
Images of tragic loss.
Broadcast daily.
From wars past.
Not only one and two.
Wars lost.
Lives lost.
Vietnam America's loss.
Too may brave souls.
Crucified for useless cause.

Trodden underfoot by powers that be.
Whose actions affect nations.
Not just you and me.
Ramifications.
Unjustified terrorist attacks.
Many die.
From Nine Eleven to Kenya.
Too many lives lost.
Innocent children.
As spent matches snuffed before they flourish.
What in the world is going on!
By ladylivvi1

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Walked through the precinct where love once was habitual.
Met lady with blood of Romany.
'Cross my palm with silver my dear.'
And love you will find so very near'.

Gave her heather.
A non-scented dry piece.
She said to the lady who purchased .
Good God my dear.
I feel you're lucky.

The old white dried out heather.
Left stuck on the shelf.
Implanted in ***, where her incense once dwelt.
Still sits there waiting for love or luck.
Either one will do.
She said.
Heather didn't give her much joy.
Sad lady was misled.

Never mind said she.
Staring at her heather.
Still sitting in her incense ***.
Giving up on love.
After all these months of chill.
He thinks she will get over him.
She knows she never will!


By ladylivvi1

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What is?

What is love?
Love is the heart in a scarlet robe.
Glowing and knowing.

And,
What is beauty?
Beauty,
the wonder held close to the soul.

What is wealth?
Wealth is a dragon opulent,
Wanting for nothing.
A being inhabiting.
Only the periphery of modern day life.

What is pride?
Pride is the lion,
That fits in a group.
Something resulting from pleasure's achieved.
Pride is the precursor to God awful fall.

And
What is friendship?
Friendship is a french kiss.
Leaves the ******* tangle of metaphor.
Knowing true friendship,
Needs no explanation.
By ladylivvi1

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I see,
My eyes are open wide,
I see children before me,
they're running through the city park
I see blue skies,
they're full with tufts of cotton wool,
the sky is not bright blue and blazing,
but it's still a variant of blue.

I feel the air,
It's sticking to me,
like it's stuck with sello- tape
I feel a slight lick of the breeze,
it's not enough to make any difference,

I touch,
I touch on issues with my words,
sadly my touches aren't enough to make a difference,

I pretend not to be able to care.
I feel pain when I try to sleep,
when into my mind,
your memory creeps,
it's audacious, almost impudent,
sometimes stops me sleeping,
in the night-time mega heat.
but really,
it's not you that stops me sleeping,
not often anyway,
I'm more concerned with the way of the world,
as she's winding down to die.
Killed by the fighters who have no idea of potential for world decimation,
my lords how I fear your stranglehold,
and you wonder why I'm scared.
(C) Livvi

As long as the tide bathes the shoreline, love will flow free,
may the tides still in the light of the crystal moon,
the moon shall bathe the night with rest,
and the sun to bathe the day with strength,
strength to survive another day,
to survive the dark blanket of terror and war,
which is spreading farther so much more and more,
may the powers of good become understood.
let the world continue to breathe,
bring the world the gift of peace.
(C) Livvi

In a cupboard somehow lives a silent heart that does not beat.
Somehow it still lives.
No warming blood, no veins to pulse through.
The silent heart is scarlet, not cyanotic blue.
Not executed,but shocking.
It half lives, wrapped up in a faded page, torn from a periodical, the paper keeping it warm.
Locked away for reigniting.
One day.

One day, the lights will switch on.
It fears emotions that are long gone.
Full of sinews, cuddled in old news.
Heart in recovery, just having a snooze.
Lub- dub, give it a rub, help it to stay alive.
This heart's a survivor.
Long may it live.
(c)Livvi

Remember how I picked you up?
Held your hand.
You stumbled into the depths of fear.
I could feel your trembling hand quaking in mine.
Me,I was aware of the sweat of cold breaking out from your beautiful skin.
Didn't feel sorry for you.
Never will.
You are strong as self.
Myself, yourself tangled in a strange dream.
Your panic attack ate you.
As mine eat me.
All consuming.
We are two of an unkind kind.
Frustration I encounter.
Capricorn.
My stubborn loyal man of love.
Gifts to each other.
Given from powers that be.
Whoever they may be.
Don't want to be with you forever.
Just until the twelfth of never.
Never want to live with you.
Now and again to grab your hand.
A few more times to write together.
So we can scratch the moon.
Etch writing for the world see.
Things we can do together.
As one you and me.
Firm believer in poetic justice.
With heavy duty destiny.
Non -conjoined  twins.
Unrelated in real life.
However.
In joint interests we're twins.
That's just you and me!
Copyright  Livvi Kent  26/09/2013.

November's blowing out today.
Roaring, like a lion preparing gifts with paws.
Sometime in December,
Sooner than we hope.
We shall greet the mighty Santa Claus.
They say that Christmas is on route.

The devil ,
He who dwells beneath the earth.
Wants not to celebrate Christian birth.
Busy,
Trying desperately to create chaos in the minds of men.
Trying to mix up a mighty fight.
Wants to go and stir a war.
There is a greater force at work.
Living here upon our earth.
The power of the humans love will guide the precious celebrations
Make love run through the rivers of nations.
Tread on the sands and greenery.
Let love and passion set us free.
(C)LIVVI

As if it never was.
Spaces graced.
Erased with linen flannel.
Somewhat harsh.
Erased my heart.

The physical remains.
Burned into ashes.
Smell the embers.
Melting hair.
Charcoal tree stumps.

The metaphoric sword is swung.
Beheaded my love.
Cleft partially by curmudgeon.
A lonely angel.
Ethereal floating as souls drift on
By ladylivvi1

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Once, my life I would have given, for the man of driven snow.
Purity in heart and crying soul, laced only with pure lunacy.
Provided by distillery.

He was beautiful, a gentle man, but, truly is a mental man.
My glasses misted with dripping love and body heat, bi-laterally
What a silly little girl I was, old and nearly grey, a wild child still wanting play.
In need of taming, but never whipping.
(C) LIVVI

Don't sell your dreams for pennies, not even for a pound,
Ponder all you wish for, no matter how profound.
Hide not, your wild and crazy thoughts,
The ones that in the web are caught,
Sell your kisses, for a dime a time,
Be aware, you ain't having mine.
My kisses are for the special one,hiding round the corner,
Darling don't tell anyone, that never did I warn yer.
Don't sell your love for passion.
Unless you know it's real,
Only the real deal!
(c) Livvi

Like an old tyre stretched and distorted, I move in mysterious ways!

Pastel painted charming lady,
In pretty silken frock,
Great minds,
In mind's meeting space,
Words dressed in lace,
Antimony coated,
Elemental,

When I'm with you,
'I love you',
When I'm not I don't,
So much,

Leave your space without disgrace,
To write more fervently,
You and I both,
Imagination's fed!
Rations given,
Tender passions blessed,
Etched messages written,
In black on white,
By poets via pens!
Writing poet messages,
With such abundant might!

By ladylivvi1
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Once I was a tiny being,
I entered this fair world with nothing,
Changed environment with clockwork regularity,
Things changed from dancing to crying,
And crying to dancing daily,
Walking on dusty pavements,
Through summer's heat,
While waiting for torrential tears to wash away another day,

I grew and flourished,
True love nourished,
Found the gift of education,
Enable poetry's vocation,
I wrote a poem at the zoo,
When I was rather small,
Was about a cat,
Will always remember that,
A competition entry,
The youngest person there,
Came second was delighted,
Got so excited,
Looking back I realise,
That when all else is lost,
Writing out feelings is my best means of escape,

A good few years later,
My father left the mortal coil,
I didn't know him very well,
Given an envelope full of joy,
He too had been a poet,
Although I didn't know it,
Must have been inherited,
The only legacy I got,
That's not laced with regrets!
By ladylivvi1

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Character assassinated in a complex mind.

Believe fear restrains.

Keeps chained in estranged love.

Place with no escape.

In never ending circles.

A rotation floats on a whirlpool ride.

Diving  to  the river bed.

A million excuses cover the hold on a chilled heart.

Olivia Kent 2013

You touched me,
You fed me passion, laced with sugar,
You touched my entirety.
You grabbed my heart,
You took my pen upon a wild ride.
I rode a short spin, a 45 rpm record.
Wish it lasted til I was 78.
You blessed me with integrity,
Urged me with intelligence.
Yet as a piece of porcelain,
You became fractured,now to smithereens.
Crushed then powdered and caught upon the wild wind.
(C) Livvi

It looks like rain again.
The sky looked full of waterfalls.
The clouds were looking heavy.
Hanging suspended.
Not far from the ground.

For now the mists are swirling merrily.
They're dancing on the hillocks.
The day may be forged of sunshine,
when the clocks have tripped and clicked.
By lunchtime plotting yay or nay.
Chances of a springtime day.
(C) LIVVI

Off she went chasing whims.
She could see those devious fellows.
Dashing past, flashing by in front of her.
Catching them was near impossible.
When she nearly caught them.
Her ****** they would evade again
****** silly creatures, thereby took their leave.
What were those silly  whimsical creatures, that she so desperately chased?
The tissues that fell out of her sleeve.
Took off her sweater, they tumbled out.
They got grabbed by the breeze.
Did not want to spread her germs.
From those whimsical tissues, running free, caught on breezes of sneezes.
(C) LIVVI 2014

Whisky!

If I could fit in a bottle.
Change my form entirely.
I'd change myself to whisky.
So you could consume me
Your only love in her entirety.
Then I could be of use to you.
As your body you abuse.
Brain filled with mad poets power.
Poetry profound.
Fueled by whisky's breath.
Every waking hour.
By ladylivvi1

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