What is it we see and so often despise,
when we view ourselves using only the eyes,
that distorted image inside our head,
the old snakes skin that we’d like to shed,

dare we look from behind the frame,
beyond the self-loathing, repulsion and shame,
our vesture is woven from the beauty inside,
so take on its mantel and wear it with pride.

Seeing a vessel.
A catcher of fishes.
Espies another catcher of fishes.
These little fellows are destined for dishes.
Crew watching the crying ones.

The gulls as they rise.
Screaming wildly, they're on fire with excitement.
Gulls watch the Herrings, as they're breaching the foam.
Flapping and flipping, they're struggling to breathe.
The trawler man in the South westerly squall.
Struggling to cling to the slippery deck.
Tries hard not to fall.
He's used to it.
Another dollar.
Another day.
Only way to scoop his pay.
He's landing his fish.
Amid the squawking and bombing.
Keen and mean.

Tatty old trawler, chugs into the safe haven of harbour.
Today's catch thrown onto the dockside.
A different gull swoops.
A sly diving skydiver,
He's diving for dinner.
Never a loser.
Always a winner.
(C) Livvi

Deep inside
my heart cries,
out of mouth,
insidious lies

Crimes of lust,
feeling no passion.
Sense of mind,
soon will be crashing

Took it's toll,
pay no mind.
Alone with another,
sight is blind

No conscience, no guilt,
laying in bare
Wait am I thinking?
I really don't care

It's only a game,
but I can not win.
I am a cheater.
Living in sin.

He was alone
Needed help from above
Holding on to the reality
Of being on his own
No love in sight
Left one night

A decision
That’s haunted
The heart of his strife
Standing on the corner
Trying to hide from sight

Being homeless
But really just a boy
Not a pretty life
Crossroad of time
Held back by tears

Seeing all with the laughter and cheer
Not caring for others
Not seeing the pain!
A small child hiding from thee
With tears falling in pain from within
Hoping life would go on without him..

Looking up to see the stars
Crying tears of longing
Seeing light from something above
The cold was turning him blue
Tears frozen were new
Marks of pain was visible
Stripes of blood defined
Splashing through the stream
Crushing in the snow
So much more complicated was he!

Wishes are smashed
Lives ruined
He didn’t want to exist
Seconds, minutes of the day
Means so much
As the boy man held out his hand
Wanting and needing but not knowing what to do!

Not having a *** nor having a cent
He realized he could offer love
Like so many had before
Life was upon them
Hope was his name
Hoping it would be the same!

Little one looked up and saw the hand
Thinking he was an Angel sent from above
Smile showed his teeth weakness began
Coldness over took
Them both that night
As they made their flight
Into the starry sky!

Meeting the Angels
That greeted them from beyond
Singing glory hallelujah
For all time!

He was but a portrait of a solid boy man
Who wanted to give the love
He never had!

Debbie Brooks 2014

Time to get you ready for
another day of life.
Pick those pearls you so adore
that sparkle in the light.
Hair in curls of innocence
parted 'round your face,
a dress sewn with diligence
pocketed in lace.
A dash of blush upon your cheek,
a lovely big bouquet,
and perfume from your prized boutique
to send you on your way.
But all this trouble puzzles me, I confess.
From deep in the ground who is left to impress?