The evolution, and when the bones come
Greying leaves no they become red fire and then ashes...
I saw the snow melt and then maybe rain in the plains again
I saw roses sprinkled with honey dew
Perspiration in the air, hot like a sauna and would love to live bare foot...

moonlight rises,
rolling tide in its grave

we try to balance inside our bodies
with eyes locked on black horizon

spinning circles, wearing hats
scratch our backs on green dew grasses

beer cans folding like a fan
sent to flames in reckless fashion

moss as natures velvet
mold in nostrils causing scratches

ghost of tire swing pendulums
and dirt as common ashes

tossing voices through particles
hand creases soaked in secret passions

Here a creature lurks below
In shadows of evergreen
Constantly surrounded
By trees, rocks, and green

This creature lives in solitude
As below the sky it thrives
It grows in height and grows in age
It grows in antler size
But most of all it grows up inside
As it grows with morning dew

This creature is no antelope
Or moose of the great up north
It simply is a caribou
A traveler of abroad

The caribou is in the green
It has aged an awful lot
So in the green it finds a tree
And its antlers it will shed

Here is a creature in the Green
The green of forest groves
It lives in peace and eats its cloves
As in the forest it grows

This creature grows tall and strong
As is grazes on the grass
It lurks below the shadows
As forever it will last

Unoticed by most who pass on by
Unseen by those you don't care
So lurking in the deep dark green
A lonely life it will share

"I don't know what the words
he speaks to the walls
in hushed impatience mean.
A perimeter of experience
perfectly seamed
between the real
and unreal.
A portrait of the forest
with no leaves."

It goes like this:

Our noise
The wreckage of being alive
Will eventually grass over into something natural
and unadorned.

Taking our self-interest away.
Emptying decades of ego
drip by
drip.

Forgetting the birds in the trees,
how vast a neighborhood felt passing by school bus windows,
and the way dew beaded
in front the hospital when they said
“We’re out of options.”

Sorrow,
however human,
has always staunched itself just beyond each hallway’s end.

A vastness terrifying and grim.
Like the inedible gristle
from a cheap steak
forever rolling between gapped molars.

Eventually the coping mechanisms fade,
and we accept the bristling fact
it’s never going
to get better.

Bide time ruminating,
how our bodies careened off one another.
Something primally magical
about the curve of bones
concussed by freckles bloomed in desert sun.

And how time has left each appendage
standing suddenly disconsolate
and devoid of humanity.
The odd one out,
picked neither for shirts
nor skins.

You gradually get worse at self-preservation.
Faltering when remembering words
or what side of the bathroom door the handle is on.
Movement eventually follows, leaving you bed-bound.
Taking note, your immune system quietly packs it’s bags
and slinks out the back door slow
so you can wither to an unencumbered close.

I want my sloughed tissue brain
to struggle against a thin strand of humanity,
fighting the fade of your presence
harder than the fact I can no longer spell my sibling’s names.

Will yours remember me?
Or will it stay tied down elsewhere,
bruises being choked into it’s pliable facade.
A miasma of crop tops and denim skirts.

It will arrive,
certain
but unannounced.
The culmination of a life well-lived.
Feedback, white-noise, static,
silence.
Peace as stark as a womb.

Yet when I close my eyes now,
all I see is the gnashing of teeth.

We were a country that lived near the equator;
I was the land and you were my infinite sky.
We have lived and witnessed our aeons together.
Each moment fleeting, and passing by.  

The wind whispers, and the creatures rumble
weeping for me the unfair weather I hold
Only the dry seasons and the rainy seasons come by
and the sky, he's always done what he's always told.

When he cries, he creates floods and storms
or peaceful drizzles and ditz so plain
and when's angered, he takes right up
the moistened land and then grants me pain.

At night, he's terribly beautiful and quiet
the stars twinkle like stickers on my attic
The silent love, and the prolonged memories
and what he holds, goes far beyond semantics.

I sung, "Precious sky, I am your earth
the land you watch with clouds and dew."
And he replied, "Pretty land, you are my purpose
and there's nothing to take me from you."

powerlines and dandelions point me toward
where the morning sun may rise.
the sky still glows a dawning blue
that reminds me of things i'd like to soon forget.

cosmic pinholes and the creators thumb nail
hang high but will soon be lost by breaking light.
clouds begin to take their shape but only
while they also radiate an entirely new shade and hue.

my bare-feet are smothered in September's dew
and my skin in contact with the earth begins to swell.
each step I take wets the tops of my toes and collects clippings
and critters that join me for my morning stroll.

i can't wait to see the sunrise.
like the first time i watched it rise over the ocean,
or that time i saw it peak over the distant mountains ridgeline.
that moment of knowing epiphanies do not exist.

you're loosing me at daybreak
and I'm learning to let go when all I want to do is squeeze
but I am as uncertain here as I am there
so I will let it be

as best i can, even when i don't know how.

Siren wails
One stranger about to take his final breath
Eyes gazing at familiar faces
Piercing through souls
Melancholia reverberates
I can’t save him…

Raising flags
Amid the morning dew
Inquisitive minds of the youth
Along the misty garden of roses
Wisdom routs ignorance
I can’t teach them…

Pompous buildings rise
Along the busy traffic of the north
Breathtaking visions realized
Through pens and grids
Gasping folks looking up and passing by
I can’t build them…

Splattered blood
In the streets of darkness
One innocent life forsaken
One fatherless son
Can justice be given?
I can’t defend him…

Who am I?
Why am I here?
What does living mean?
Is life naturally chaotic? Empty?
A whirlwind of doubts
Blocked the future they envisioned

I couldn’t save him.
I couldn’t teach them.
I couldn’t build them.
I couldn’t defend him.
This life swims in the pool of regrets
Where this aimless mind drowns in oblivion

And there in the midst of nothingness,
I found myself...

I awoke to the dawning
Of a nuclear morning
No siren, no warning
Just the fallout swarming

The sun bleached blue
The sky a chemical hue
Acid rain and it's corrosive dew
Nowhere to go, nothing to do

A landscape blurred, psychedelic
Wildlife rare and erratic
The humans now so frantic
Not the work of anyone slightly evangelic

The war was silent, heard by none
Not even the sound of a distant gun
Multiple missiles helped nature become undone
Nobody knew of anywhere to run

Life now has no colour just shades of grey
No meaning, no direction, no point to each day
The inevitable has begun without delay
And nothing now can stand in its way

in the fall was the first time i saw
your big brown eyes. your hair
was the colour of the leaves falling
from the trees. i didn't think much about
how often you texted me or how you would
follow me out into the halls.

your hands were always so cold when the
snow started to fall, and your lips were so chapped
it looked like you've been biting them for a week.
and as the snow started to fall, so did i

your kiss was as refreshing as the spring morning
when the fog filled the air with dew on the grass. i told
you that i hurt myself before you came along and how i planned
to stop. i wonder if he kissed me because he felt bad.

the summer was as lonely as hell. you went away to
you dads and i don't think you remembered what my
lips tasted like when you got drunk with your other friends at camp.

you came back in september and welcomed me into your pale
skinny arms that were so comforting. i wonder if you even missed me.

and now its winter again and your heart is turning cold
just like the snowflakes landing on your eyelashes and
sometimes i don't know if we will make it but i keep holding
your hand so tight, you won't be able to let go. but maybe your heart will

The timid frozen morning air awakens from sounds of screams and metal car frames...cracking.

The cool lit night star air flashes from the fire burned tires and frigid numbed souls...cursing.

The smoky dust filled air sees tears of hate and bloodied stained floors....of fate.

The cloudy misty saturated air hears bullets striking and lifeless bodies....collapsing.

OH WHERE...have the spirit filled airs, the glittering filled airs, that hozhóogo air gone to?


The green-bluish water feels the sluggish toxic sludge and forgotten people...mitering.

Pure white solid crystals wrap around the intoxicated body, it's courage slowly....mystifying.

The red rock's seeping water blindly poisons the youthful smile and secretly kills...a-mourning.

The raging brown foamed water rushes by the pallet walled hogan and the shivering lil feet...mesmerizing.

OH WHERE...have the dew dressed holy ones, the chanting waters, the life healing and growing waters....gone?


The blowing fine dust creeps through the window seals, witnessing punches to her face and kicks to her chest.

Them dark black coaled rock mesas spot fields below of slow deathed and sugar-filled....people-a-mess.

Round red sun brazen rocks are embraced, by the abandoned lost wondering child...lil-one parentless.

Darkened mountain soil sees the people a-mess, looking up, seeking guidance of hope...restless.

OH WHERE...have the lightning bolted peaks, the strong holy ridges, them keepers of home gone to?

Water drenches the Earth Mother, Winds rage from our Sky Father,
Lights of the Star People shimmer brightly,
Rocky cliff faces begin to shake violently...

"Here We Are!"

The first ones and holy people yell mightingly,

"HERE WE ARRRREEE !!!!!"

Jumped from his trusty steed, was desiring sweetness' touch.
Silently, he creeps through undergrowth so soft.
Sparkling damp with dew drops, remnants of warm summer shower.
Tales before, had spoke of precious women.
Woman pure who came to bathe in the stream.
Silent he came.
He had to be quiet,
No desire he had to scare them beauties away.

In this tranquil spot, he heard the laughs of woman.
Splashing  dressed only in their naked form.
My how they played.
He watched in silent silhouette, he desired so he not be seen.
The sight of their young adult form , was glory as was perfect poetry before very his eyes,
Purity personified, each and every one.

His body ached ferociously.
Oh for just for one sweet touch.
One such beauty caught his eye.
Eye locked on maiden fair.
Pretty face with flaxen hair.
Hair descended in wavy rivers down her back,'twas shining in the sun.
Shining to his hearts appeal,

His heart was set, his match he'd met.
One knight minus suit of armour,

His only goal to charm her.
Discreet and pure.
Away from stream did lure her kindly.
He did summon her.
By means a little bit absurd made strange cry of a weird bird.
One she'd never heard before.

Each sweet moment, he wanted her more.
He made her jump, near out of her skin.
In the glint of her eye,his maiden now spied,
Her ushered her over.
Cute maiden.
So fair.
By now was feeling truly aroused.
Eyes of fire.
His passion alive.

The knight took his lady.
Placed his cloak upon the grass .
A garland of roses, placed under her head.
She laid calm.
Serene.
Tranquil,

He leaned over her body and kissed her.
His kiss she full returned.
How she yearned.
Gentle caresses.
Relieving his stresses.
while her tresses.
He duly caresses in return!
No distress.
Together in near silence,

They stroked only making contact by eye.
Passion enhances their chances.
As beautiful love bans they make.
Kisses taste of honey shared.
While from the ****** womb surreal.
Supreme.
Sweet scent a woman exudes.
Elusive before newness birthed.
Here enters loves precious joy.
Between ****** young woman and grown up young boy.
A kiss before leaving hard full on her lips,
Hand in hand.
They to go.

An announcement to the ruler of the realm.
Their full intention,
Nothing else to mention.
It was not just ***.
But new love truly.
Another luscious fairy tale.
Another dream come true.
(c)Livvi

Smell the morning dew,
open the curtain and feel the breeze,
hear the singing birds,
the time I feel at ease,

See the horizon sun,
through the window it gleams,
but the sound of horns and working roads,
is what woke me from that beautiful summer's dream.

Awesome is storm.
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Thick and heavy this afternoon air
projects an
impending doom everywhere.
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Frightening is lightning.
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Leaving a film on withering green
it alters
opalesque dew pooled in each leaf.
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Numbing is thunder.
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Wide but blueless the skyscape here
windlessly waits
as large pregnant clouds reappear.
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Then... a
Fear awakes.
World is a-shake.
Mournful is birdcall.
Sudden thunder, decibel-loud
Rumbles, drowns
Voices of scurrying crowd.
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Now I see
A large tree shaking prior to
The strike,
Speed-forked
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Ice-hea­t
Lightning
Slashes at
Old spalted
Oak-core.
Strips its
Thick bark,
Groaning
Tree heaves,
Blasted side
Sighs and it
Splits as it
Rips, flying
Leaves slide
Into a heated
Inferno to live
No more, I hear
It in falling to die
Let out a desperate cry.
Awesome is white forked lightning.
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As every season holds  it's own description, the feeling  that fall gives  is one in it's own kind.
As the night comes upon us in the early days of fall a soft touch of a cool  breeze to clear your mind.
Here in the south a much welcome time of year.
As our nights get longer, days become shorter, we know Fall is near.
The green leaves of summertime almost turning over night.
The morning dew glistens upon the tree tops shining ever so bright.
You can hear the soft beginning of the leaves falling to the ground,
You can listen close as the animals start to play, walking across fallen leaves making a crackling  sound.
This time of year brings so much more than the falling leafs and cool night air.
The sweet aroma of cotton candy and funnel cakes coming from the Fair.
Children laughing and screaming  as  they ride the carnival rides.
Boyfriend's playing games to win their girlfriend a prize.
Its getting colder As the months of fall come to an end .
We say goodbye for now and prepare for Old Man Winter to begin.

Inside this shell
I will no longer see
The sun wrapping the fading moon
Indomitably defying the wolf's groom
Slowly kissing the ***** on the high
Til its glory & brilliance burst in the sky

Inside this shell
I will no longer hear
The descant of the birds
Sitting on the shivering trees
Whether they're happy or sober
Doesn't matter which sounds better


Inside this shell
I will no longer see
How the mist of the morning dew
Gives breath to the flower anew
After the Night showered tears upon
Beautiful crystals on the lawn it has become

inside this shell

I choose to be alone
Because i am not that strong
That people thought me I am
And the agony can stay until I say
Even if the pain goes thru my vein

I am tired to prove myself
So I'd just hide inside this shell
And I'd live the life I want
And not what others tell
As I am drained in  complete exhaustion
Living someone else' expectations

I have helped others like a candle
My flame lighted their way
But while their path is getting bright
Mine is becoming dark
And slowly my light is fading
The white candle is now melting...

There was a poem
awaiting me
from the morn

announced her name
showed faintly
shy to be born!

She walked all night
along my dreams
fell as dew

robbed daylight
its howling screams
she hardly grew!

She tore my sleep
her garbled rhymes
thumped heartbeat

I couldn’t keep
her broken lines
on crumpled sheet!

There was a poem
awaiting me
from the morn

her incoherence
made no sense
she was stillborn!

As I, approach the twilight
of my existence, my days are
akin to an evening shadow; I
am withered, like the grass
that’s overgrown. The plight

of my humanity, is not new;
further discussions can only
reveal the severe vanity of
self-wallowing in such mundane
thoughts. The morning’s dew

and dawn greets me, with great
expectations; His latest batch
of new mercies floods my soul.
I’m filled with His contentment,
as Death impatiently awaits…

my eventual, earthly demise.

I do not care if
you do not love me,
for I have stored all the colours and
traced the secrets of your steps.

Your arm around my shoulder
is the first moment of the first sunrise
radiance caressing frozen webs of spider silk,
silver glory emanating golden dew.

I know no other way but
nor do I want for more, only to will
you stay; hang suspended on
backdrops of my blackest night.

So I do not care if
you do not love me;
I treasure that weakness enough
for the both of us.

“A veil!” someone shouted.  I remember the cry.  Agreement surged from gasping elders and wide-eyed youths alike.  The first man to move snatched a scarf from his startled daughter and threw it at me to wrap over your head.  He couldn’t imagine touching you himself.

We needed that veil for the shining face of yours.  Radiation, of course, must be contained.  We couldn't have anyone blinded or infected.  The double fold of linen stuck to your forehead at first, your sweat thick like dew the cold morning after a thunderstorm.  Wrinkles whiskered in is fibers as your face strained into expressions few mortals have had cause to make.

That mountain was saturated in every form of electromagnetic radiation and energies unknown. It bludgeons the heart.  Melts the eyes.  The people could not bear the sight of anyone who had come so close to such a power.  I think their hearts needed a good bludgeoning.

The wind streaked your hair for a micro-eternity.  It retained the swept-up form for nearly an hour, though no one could tell once you put on the veil.  Have you touched it to see if it is still cold?

Your fingers—what was on them?  Smoke, or earth?  Melted stone?  Incinerated atmosphere? Pure carbon, black as the abyss and under nearly enough pressure to crystalize into diamonds rarer than hope? When you grabbed my arm with those fingers, I nearly screamed.  You left black marks everywhere.

What does the veil cover now?  It's edges are no longer like the cracks beneath Heaven's doors.  What is it you wish to hide?  Isn’t it time for this mask to be cleft by a seraph's sword?

Breathe, a poem for a newborn love
Jessika Malo Valentine

Breathe so I can breathe

For the wind that is stifled by a cloud

Breathe for the sun that has been bitten by the moon

Breathe for the amnesic river

For the tree that in its growth grows rather apart



Breathe for the dry words on my mouth

The futility of the morning dew on my cheeks, sometimes I rather not call them tears



Breathe for the ribs that cannot stop heartache

But hold the shattered pieces in patience



Breathe for the smiles that catch traveling dandelions and falling stars

Then print them on a lover’s wanton lips, immortalizing them



Breathe young love

Breathe, for nobody likes a stillborn…

If I could write a story
And I knew you would read
It would spew from me
Like the veins of a seed
That the morning dew sewed
And the sunlight freed
Blossoming like a flower
At dawns earliest hour
And folding into dusk
With the lingering aroma
Of natures sweet musk

The nodding hand
The grinning eye
The prompt declaration
Of love and
All of its soon to be
Broken Promises

To live is
To struggle

To live is
To ache

To live is
To fight till
Your last
Dying breath and
Being happy
Just with that

There are no presents
Except for the
Present

Days pass like
The minutes
Dwindle away
Like leaves drift
Down a clear stream

We are the leaves
Atop a magnetic
Drift in a balance
With all the planets
The sun and
All the stars

How small and
Large we truly
Are

How much we
Depend on one
Another simply
To continue and
Survive

If there were no
Smiles there would
Be no frowns and
If there were no
Tears there would
Be no Happiness

No villain no

Hero

No loss no

Victory

Outside the dew tipped grass
Waves with angelic - ballet like -
Gracefulness and mourning
Sounds of rain atop a
Solid Spanish mud rooftop

Moving with the wind,
The birds eyes gaze unblinking
For a land they know but
Have not yet seen

Home is never home

Until you allow
Yourself
To get there

"I don't deserve you,"* you say to me
Just as you'd said a million times before.
You're the best person I've ever met,
I know because of the feeling in my chest
When your words become too serious,
And you want your hurt to end so badly
That you're willing to go away with it.

Your phone is just a dead end
But I'll keep trying until I can't,
Which shouldn't be long now because
My head has never pounded so loudly
And neither has my heart,
And I can't see the numbers I'm dialing
Through the heavy pools between my eyelids.

I've never been so afraid of anything
In my life.
I'm in just a small room of all the world,
And yet most of it is only filled with you.
And I'm crying in my room and
I didn't think I'd ever be afraid to think that
You might be done crying in yours.

Each bare-footed step in the grass
Feels the dew that garnered while your eyes were closed,
And each night I count the stars that died
Only to shine through your window and give you something beautiful
to look at.
The tree in my front yard grows for you
And the initials we carved into its bark refuse to heal.
The sigh as I fall asleep and the dress that hangs upon my shoulders and wraps around my waist does so for you and only you.

Everything I want is you
And everything you are, you hate.
And I want to convince you to love you,
Even more than I want to convince you to love me.

Can't you see that the sun only rises to see your face?
Don't you know that the crickets only chirp when they know that you're listening?
And how is it that you aren’t blinded by the reflection of your light in every room that you illuminate?

I didn't want to make you feel bad

when I told you that the scariest moment 
of my life
was in those long hours of
 not knowing
whether or not the best part 
of my world was still a part of the world.
I just wanted you to realize how bad 
it would be if you weren’t.

You're sure that as hard as you look,
you can't see anything in you that's worth loving.
Please don't give up.
Because any direction I glance,
the something worth loving in you is my only view.

Scarlet shapes have found their resting place
among brunette , dew shined parcels
Golden rays speckle broomsage runways
through White Pine sentries
Country homes are entertaining with family
and chimney fires , wine and memories
Spice and sweet tea , pecan pie and dressing
Babes patter wooden floors , hearths crackle
Seasoned oak gently fills a candlelit banquet
A moment to gather and be thankful* ...

Only that I can breath in deep the warmth of her beside me. Surrounded by fading dawn and perfectly pillowcased. I am lost to you, hopeless to move. Eyes beg to drink in just another glimpse. Somewhere you are walking in the painted sands of dream near the shores of the waking world. And in this crumpled sheet embrace we will waste the day. Only give me this dew kissed moment, the light, and her to keep forever.