Sometimes
silence
is a gift
to be
savored.

   ~mce

The very worst of demons are the ones that can't be destroyed because they are a part of you

she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose

I have a first cousin
whose son is sick with leukemia
not responding to treatment
her Dad died earlier this year
and she had a brother
killed in a wreck at twenty-two
I wonder if she is the one
who is inheriting all the family tragedies

Tiny petrified planet shaking in the undergrowth.
All life could be destroyed.
Ignoring the irony of wars that walked before.
Indiscriminate.
Petty bits of squabbling, soon turning into all out war.
Faces of crying infants bleed.
The war machine they continue to feed.
Sadly shallow.

Silent streets,
Cold retreats.
The buzzing bombs and calls to pray.
War is queer, nothing gained.
Oblivion has no answers for the necromancers and the poets.
The peaceful and the simple ones, no optimism left

Once upon a time a chalice,
Edged with hearts and flowers bust.
Sure and certain of destruction.
Blood lust.

Crimson blood, became jet black.
The mindless demons did attack.
The Russians and Americans,
Joint force in eerie unison.
Unison of misdemeanour,
England expected to do her bit as the world is turning sour.
Stop and think, respect our world.
These could become our Earth's final hours.
(C) LIVVI