The petals fall as winter call.
They shiver silently behind the wall.
You can almost see them shiver as they're beaten by the cold.
In spring they smile in splendour, so sure they are as life shall flow.
Nurtured by tickling touch of warming sun.
All Earth shall then be salved.
(c)LIVVI

Once again, we have returned.
Lunch in a side-street café,
window seat,
watching students
huddled together in duffel-coats
venture into this Christmas commotion.
George Michael’s voice emanates
from somewhere as a girl with golden
hoops in her ears
and fingernails the colour of lava
takes our order.
A stranger’s drained cup,
a torn open sachet of sauce
oozes wound-like,
then removed.
Two minutes pass.
A toasted baguette in a basket,
Coke pasting a fur on my teeth.
I could have had Earl Grey
or Breakfast tea or Camomile
but no.
I stick to what I know.
The blonde waitress
greets more people.
I do not know who she is.
And I have finished,
ready to be bruised
by the wind’s invisible fists.

I stay in the distance with open arms
Appearing calm, internally burning;
Expecting nothing.
How much longer can one wait?
An eternity.
When something this true comes to life-
There is no living without it.

blood
on the hands
of men

they **** children
and laugh about it

don't pretend to care
about white kids
when you bomb their brothers

murderer
you dropped bombs on babies

did you think we'd forget
there's blood on your hands
don't make it ours

it'll be your blood next

(20 minute poetry)


What then is to be if peace
and we
do not agree?

The snow lays thick and cold the chill that saps the will.

Lights up in the sky, flares to make the eyes water like the chill will if you let it in.

And children on this silent night with hearts fit to burst, with hands clenched tight to parents who've been through the worst and dare only pray that the lights they see are the comings of another day.

Who's to say what's wrong or right and who would dare disprove the might of the mighty war machine?

Those who've seen it can't describe it, but are glad that they survived it and of countless citizens who died an equal number wailed and cried to theirs the maker who seems to have forsaken all.

So let it be then peace.

A pointless plea,
we agree to disagree
and violently.

Silently the cold comes in to sap the will it always will,
pine needles fall all the time and all the time is all that's there.