Went to an ice bar
I guess you could say
I felt quite cool
Pardon the pun
If there even is one
Ice queen
NY scene
With my crew
I love them

L.O.V.E you

Tis the evening,light has faded,
Night creeps over the land,
The lights of the street, my world have invaded,
In need of the beauty of dreamland.
Need to find my lover,
The one that I call my lovely, lovely  sleep,
My lover  lives under my cover,
Carries me off so deep,
As into solo sleep I drift,
The place I rest my weary head,
Between me , myself and I, never a rift,
Best place in the world my bed,
The morning will soon find me, wake me with a morning kiss,
My last day off, Sunday, the one I can't miss.
(c) LIVVI

juicy, plump and sweet and cold
black and blue and red and gold
one is not at all the same
and never meant for human gain....

what is it?

It's Corn. The body can make it no clearer.

Why is it
that, all too often,
one page of text
seems to be
far too much,
whereas brevity
can be
unfulfilling?

I'm not pointing my finger,
except, perhaps, at me;
I am simply reflecting
on patterns of tendency.