I am homeless
I can see
No place to go
or feeling free

On the street
Under the bridge
Next to fire
Starving I cringe

Smell of stench
of tired souls
Stomach turns
Feeling cold

Torn up clothes
with withered hearts
Bend don't break
Not torn apart

Condemned, no fortune
take it all in
Trash can heat
Seeing no end

A world wide collection of various folk.
Some weird some not.
Unless you know them personally you'll never know what you've got.
Depends on a bandwidth with whom you fit.
Sometimes it's fun to flirt with a poet.
The distance helps to hide the fact.
That where you are, isn't always where it's at.
All the fun,under the sun.
Spun in the web of the ludicrous spider.
The one you just can't brush away.
(C) Livvi

We are the ones who paint with words
thoughts and feelings soaring like birds,
horrors, dreams and things of the night
indelibly scribed for your delight

furrowed brows are forced to think
in pastel shades and jet black ink
scrawled in haste in an hour of need
raw nerves scraped until they bleed,

there is no cure or magic pill
we lost our freedom to the quill  
slicing our souls down to the bone
to leave a legacy carved in stone.

Killing field in the city streets
Another drive by as people sleep

Shots echo through the dead of silence
Chaos breed victims, they breed violence

Tags on the bricks, signs on the walls
Put down your gun, bring it to call

Red and blues flashes, a moment too late
Stop the violence, it's not our fate

Halloween
Witches mark
Turn off the lights
Let's make it dark!!

We all need a something
my something is this

The smell of the morning
the taste of your lips

A dream , a life simple
rarely life is

But we all need a something
and my something is this

Among the canopy of trees
I sit and I watch

The monkees make trouble
the mice tease the hawks

In my jungle
nothing is as it seems

The sky ends somewhere
below in the streams

King of my jungle
I watch the sun set

It burns toward the ocean
where it gets wet

It dries then it rises
only to get wet then set