I thank for the loveliness you gave me from your heart,
You treated me as lady fair.
Wanted not to part.
Stole you not,
Stole not your being.
Thank you for being the magic one.
Who for a while restored.
Repaired the damage to my heart.
That many others caused.
For that once more I thank you !
(C)Livvi 02/12/2013
Here I do now take my leave.

The irony of Christmas time.
Let us not forget.
When Christmas bells are ringing out.
Tis not the sound of pealing bells.
The sound of cash the tinkles.
In retail tills.
Electric stars that twinkle.
No oranges or bags of nuts in your Christmas sack.
No turning back!
The angels they all chorus.
Don't know what went on.
Bring back tradition of Ex-mas long since gone!
(c) Livvi 02/12/2013

listening to alternative music
while ripping my limbs off of my body
this
this is 3am
and
dedication

Smelly Red Neck

I knew a man who was a smelly red neck,
this poor fellow was always having a wreck.
Two whole teeth and can barely read,
drinks his ***** and smokes his ****.
Blind in one eye, can't see out the other,
his sister is also his mother.
It's a family filled with ******,
born and raised in the southern mid-west.
Twelve toes and eight fingers,
grandma ***** by a gang of *******.
He was mostly white, with a ******* *****,
Daisy Duke calls him Enos.
Hair is red, ***** are blue,
when it comes to words, he knows a few.
Can't drive a car, can't ride a bike,
strongly believes in the Third *****.
Dumber than an old door ****,
never had a ******* job.
The laughing stock of the town,
underwear is always sticky brown.
Has one ear and three *******,
even gets picked on by the cripples.
Ten feet tall, with an IQ of twenty,
gets hard when he sees a penny.
Family was killed in a tractor accident,
there he sat naked in an over-sized cabinet.
Being molested by every perverted predator,
started to crack from all the pressure.
Grabs a gun and goes out shooting,
it's the devils work and he was recruiting.
Police came and shot him dead,
saying **** he had a ******* head.

The camel she rode was doddering, on its last legs,
the way she petted it, all along the caravan's route
made them think that she wouldn't bear its inevitable fate.
Not loosing her cool, she gets down, views the looming desert,
others are puzzled, unfathomable is her mind,
alacritous she is, draws her sabre, cuts open the camel, with her deft hands
water in the desert is more precious than love,
that exceeds the prescribed time limit, her act speaks aloud,
no one moves, stunned not even knowing what they feel,
then realize, in a desert tender feelings are short-lived, like new blooms.
What a desert human life has become of late
in silence they contemplate as they leave behind the camel's carcass