"Our lives are really pretty ******* amazing."
Rain drenched all down our expressive faces
Stomach in ropes and coils
Should I have sent him that message?

20 something young pretty, little things
We glide over the moon, our long limbs
Reaching and leaping all over town
Because we are the women of the now.

We got our fears, our worries, our *******
Everyone gotta say: today is not my day
But if I could paint the town with all the fulfillment in the world
I would do it with biggest paint brush
Your eyes have ever blinked at.

Blinking blinking blinking
Feeling, gripping my utmost attention
Clap, clap to the beat of your own name
Ain't nothin' ever gonna be the same.

I could sign into all of my technological means
Hoping to just see a typed: "Hello baby, how are you?"
And oh, how I do wish and wish
But I hit that sweet ****, take a lick of present tense
Instead.
While everyone whispers, don't deny
So I don't crowd myself with the blank faces of denial
But ******* to see that empty seat
Become filled and meeting me at the end of the aisle.

But I slay and stray against everything the sweet south
Told me to wear full length gloves to
I dodge gritty bullets bad men throw my way
While I sway, link fingertips, lips
With beautifully molded hourglass bodies
Right next to me
We, we Women of The Now.

We all face life, at sixty minutes an hour, indefinitely.

*L.G

does the sun set
you on fire
do flaming tongues devour
clouds like gasoline
lick blue ablaze
under heavenly
oceans lie
blood
orange seas
if burst veins color scarlet
are violet streaks bruises

watching pain wash away below
do you wish to be rain
wonder why all
falling things can’t be beautiful

We sit in your car
Brains in the console
'Cause this is a heart to heart

what kind of life is a life on the edge of a word
to fall or stay standing on the thin line of “hey”
balancing a tight rope across letter after letter
finally walking off the side & down into the oblivion
waiting for your safety net

I've had my fill of llamas
And of all the woes they bring
For though they stop by frequently
They never say a thing
I find it rather ignorant
That a humpless dromedary
Should force on me its company
But not its commentary

I'm getting sick of llamas
My nights are fraught with dread
They wait until I'm fast asleep
Then bounce around the bed
My slippers smell of llama dung
The carpet's had its day
My house is getting crowded
There's a new one every day

I just can't move for llamas
They're piling up in drifts
Relentless in their appetite
I'm feeding them in shifts
I have to clamber over them
To get to anywhere
Would anyone like a llama?
I would simply love to share

I really can't stand llamas
The ******* just don't quit
And if they don't get their pop-tarts
They've a tendency to spit
They multiply quite rapidly
Devoid of conversation
I think I'll have to leave them
And resume my medication

**

Making love in open fields beneath the summer sun.
Full of mischief.
Touching each other in most special places.
Good bye my old friends.
You're hiding your faces.
Blushing crimson.

It's winter now the clouds have formed.
Auburn haired baby doll, a grey haired old dame.
No more love in open spaces..hell it's such a shame.
Arrested by time.
Those manacles of aching joints.

Been ages since we loved beneath the summer sun.
Between the trees that made us sneeze.
We laid and played as teenagers.
Making fresh new love with virtually strangers.
We're older now.
That sort of stuff is frowned upon.

Our adult children frown upon us now.
As we come in with muddy pants.
They don't believe what we know of romance.
We took the chance.
A beguiling wink.
A nod and a smile.
If only they knew they'd run a mile.
(C) Livvi

pre-apocolyptic.

i wanna understand art like i wanna understand you

i dont understand either but i really want too

all the secrets and mysteries

the scratches and tears

the colors and the hues

but my minds not quite there

it feels like a chase

falling into the floating maze of your head

im losing this race

and losing myself instead

trying to understand why you do the things you do

or do the things you say

feeling like i pay

for just a little ray

of your attention throughout the day

but why try to understand one girl

when there are alcohol and drugs

sorority girls everywhere

my life’s an open jug

i’ve filled it with sadness gladness and love

the liquid of sadness blue like mourning

the solid of gladness like a sunrise the next morning

and the gas of love, that sprays you without warning

this jug is a mess, with nothing to hide

it shows everything it is, it’s hurt, it’s ambitions, it’s pride

maybe thats art, pure genuine feeling

a symbol of something that stirs emotion or healing

maybe i’ll start to understand art

maybe i’ll start to understand you

cause you’ve opened my jug

and i don’t know what to do

devotion to the idea of your mystique
the drama you pretend that doesn't matter
pluck my strings one more time
let it ring through my thoughts
never leave me alone
never tell me who you really are

'Dave, I'm afraid.'

'I'm afraid Dave'

We heard the monolith
drone - the time was up.
we needed to evolve from
apes.

Artificial intelligence
made me loose track of what was alive.

But it hurt
how HAL sang until he was
Disconnected.

'I still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission.'