The most learned of astronomers, philosophers and medical men state man is born to die.
Timely sands starts flowing, in-vitro.
Before you first open your beautiful eyes.
Opening those eyes, to first see the light.

For, as a child, odd moments occur.
You could potentially be dying of fright.
Just me having a chuckle.
Not wanting to believe life is minute.
Oh, so scared of dying.

At some stage in life.
Children can't conceive the fact, one day all men have to die.

Once upon a time.
I was said child.
I grew.
I started to ache knowingly.
My worry dispelled.
Dying was fearful.
I became tearful.
Not scared anymore.

Now my fellows in life are falling like flies.
No whys or wherefores,
Nothing's wrong.
Life's an eternal wheel.
Rolls on and on.
What follows life on earth?
Find me a dead man who can confirm the truth to those who still live.
Welcome to the land of wait and see.
(c)LIVVI
Inspired by the untimely death of VICTORIA WOOD.

He built me an empire
on a gargantuan chateau
There, you'll see me write
under the Northern lights

stars hover in sight
as the ghostly glow of
green  in the east over
the peak of the mountain sky
began to dance this one winter night

The man of my history
is nowhere in sight
he could rule the earth
but I was left in a tower
of one window
with a candle lamp on my side

The blow of snow coming from
my window sends shiver
down my spine

It's cold and empty
there's no more guards
standing on the portcullis,
the drawbridge wasnt closed
for years
and the moat is starting to freeze

Everything is dead,
only my heart is alive

waiting for the king
to find his way back from
a journey that made him lost
his home, people
and once he called a queen

"...then write me a million poems."
he stood there
waiting for me
to drip the ink.

"...I am your muse, for eternity."
He could be true
for I find the sun, stars, moon,
oceans or seas
springing
inside his soul

"...without me, there'll never be a piece."
Here I am,
not moving an inch
slowly dropping the pen on
slow motion, I can hear the faint
clank of its metal

"... you are nothing."
His grin vanished without a trace
I don't know what to say,
so what I did, was just walked away.

I was born from a farthest star
where beauty and shattered lights
sprinkled all over the place

i touched the glass of gold crystals,
they are soft and silky
that I can glide and say 'weee!'

The strand of my hair goes
to slow motion
as I somersault into the air

The giant moon illuminates
from sight
he yawns as I wave
and gave a sweet smile

I can hear the words
'Dream, Dream, Dream'
echoes from his mind

I close my eyes and feel the warmth
of the stars embrace

'Dream, Dream, Dream' whispers from the
billion celestial of the night

I find happiness in an endless tranquil space.

Ever look to the night sky beyond tiring windscreen wipers?
They screech, exasperated by an army of droplets hurtling downwards.
Ever lean on the dashboard gazing upwards into the downpour?
Constant and linear; like how stars zoom past spaceships in old movies.
A whole universe of dazzling stars.
That's how she lived; her aura a universe peppered with light.
Light forever radiating towards captivated eyes.
Oh, she loved with a love unparalleled.

I'm forever fighting
the urge,
the want,
the neeeed,
to know the
source code of your
silence;
To see the matrix
of your thoughts.
To know how your feelings
color them.

Delicate shoot,
not yet anchored...
How you fail to foresee
your beauty adorned
on this wilderness.
You are weak now.
Rest.
One day your silhouette
will dance on the horizon.