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

A father rocks his newborn to sleep. He can hear the child sleeping soundly against his heart beat. He falls asleep thinking of his unborn  son crying out:

"Daddy!", he cries.
"Stay, Daddy please!" he whimpers.
"Stay for mommy, don't go with your 'family'!" he cries, felling his saddened mother's heartbeat.
"Mommy needs help, we need help," he screams as silently as he can "we need a provider!".

  As he lay asleep in his mother's womb, he can feel the sadness in her heart, see his father walking towards the door and hear them arguing day by day.

"Mommy's sad, she can't do it alone!" he begs.
"Don't take your keys, Don't take your bags"
Please don't leave, We need you to stay! he pleads.
Please stop fighting, It's not good for me!" he cries.

The father reawakens with tears in his eyes knowing that he almost left and never looked back.

how I'm all but
suffocated
by the story of her
wake
& somehow she is always
busy;
I've crawled so far
out of my way

I cannot stand to
sit and listen
to my heartbeat falling faint
its own pulsation makes me dizzy
& veins paint painfully her face


so I can call it quitting
now that everything's turned grey
& all my cannot haves are useless
just like, loving you this *way

Sleep, sweet memories,
Let all your fears be rest.
Engage your dreams with frivolries,
For all your heart knows best

Dizzily trilling  flight
And a soprano of feathers;
Dancing dark with a warble,
Spinning crescendo from the beak:
A blazing duet with the wind,
And a circus of flightful singers,
Wheeling around tuneless
Through the air of musical trills,
And feathers and bills.

I was born in this world
With a day-old heart
And an ancient mind

I look at the sky and see
So many stars,
I wonder how many have already gone out
But still exist here,
Shining their light, even after they fade
Into the dark.
And I think that you, too
Must still be shining somewhere
Amid this black and turbulent sea of hate,
Shining your light
When you are already gone.

Since happiness
Is just a frame of mind
Change the way you think
And you’ll be happy, all the time
WIZDUMBs BY JA 262