red stains my mind
a color not of choice
but of forced persuasion

it seems that no matter
how much good is in my life
happiness is fleeting

i understand
if you want to leave
i would too

Another new year,
But it's still not the same.
I'd rather relive an old year,
One where I can hear you say my name.

Hatred.
Bigotry.
Audacity.
Loss of freedom.
Dignity.
Colour identities.
Racism and religion.
Wobbly football world.
Kick it.
Love all.
Dig decency.
Care compassion.
World wide, high fashion.
Smashing borders.
Obeying orders.
(C) Livvi

Why should I care
About money

I am content
Living in this suburban home

I tried to get a decent job

Besides this bed is comfortable
I may not have money
But I've succeeded in other ways

I am kind and caring
And I told the guy in his eighties
That walks on my street
It was good to see him

I'm not sure if he heard me today

On his daily walk on my street
America
Is on the decline
No one
Has much of a future here

I wonder when the collapse will come?
Perhaps in a few months

A year or two
Who knows

The FED may keep
Printing and printing

But the market will correct itself

And it's great to lie on this bed
Why work for a dollar
That is so devalued

I say hello
To all the poets
Out there in internet land

Thank you for your writing
I enjoy it so much

I wave "Hi"
From my bed

Clean sheets and
A clean comforter today

Hooray