if, I did, one second late
or one week prematurely
come, where in history?
Today or tomorrow
ever atone
for my lack of
emphatic self, will
I ever find the time
to right the wrongs
when I am too busy
beeing me?
Buzzing away flitting
here then there yes
every day everywhere?

the pack of demons
who run with me must know that
i'm the alpha male

I'm really not a poet
But I do love to write
My words are pretty simple
And that exemplifies my life

I've never chased a dollar
But hard work's a faithful friend
Let no one think "he's lazy"
When the light of day's at end

Everything I've ever wanted
Live between these walls
And if I slip a little bit
I've a few good friends to call

Darkness had nothing for me
Just left me lonely, cold, and black
I learned to count my blessings
Not curse the things I lack

I believe in Christian values
But I don't always do what's right
I just do my best, repent the rest
And keep walking in the light

Let me carry Your ark
Let it be on my shoulder
As how You carried the cross
It is mine, but You owned it.

I disowned life,
But You’ve redeemed mine.

I am a Modern Levite
Let me call others
That they’ll know Your vision
Let their ears be open
And hearts be willing.

Oh, hear me, my Lord
In consecration, I allow myself
To submerge in Your eternal grace
In Your presence, make me whole
Shower me with Your anointing.

Oh Lord, pour not the spirit of flesh
But Yours be found in me
Capture me with Your words
My eyes be blind
That I may learn to trust You
And let go completely those trash of the world.

Fighting death daily.
My head is duelling with my pen.
I'm not suicidal.
But given the option.
Of meds or pen.
My pen will outright win.
(C) LIVVI MMCV

There's nothing new
about this song
it's all been sung before
I'm just a broken soldier
bleeding from an ancient war

When I came home
there were no crowds
no bands for me did play
I slunk back like a refugee
And now I'm here to stay

Every door
was closed to me
no woman and no lover
to take my hand  to comfort me
to lead my heart to cover

You found me like
some fallen bird
you took me home and said
I feel this pain you carry
now come with me to bed

You took me in
you eased that pain
and soothed me in your arms
outside I heard the sirens scream
inside I learned your charms

You tried your best
to heal my wounds
to get me on my feet
but guilt was far too much for me
I left you for the street

I live alone
in poverty
I guess I'm here for good
there are no saints or saviors
in this fallen neighborhood

But listen to me
if you please
I need to hear your name
to know I'm not completely lost
upon these streets of pain

It's cold it's dark
I'm fevered and
I'm lost in bed alone
I never was much good at love
too weary to the bone

I need to kiss
your shining eyes
but you are far away
and I am caught so far from you
upon this lonely day

You were much
too good for me
my dark relentless lies
too good to see the enemy
within my felon eyes

I thank you
for your comfort
your body and your heart
the way you shared your bed with me
forgave me from the start

There's nothing new
about this song
it's all been sung before
I'm just a broken soldier
bleeding from an ancient war

would the drive to repair me resolve
or the constant dreams of falling
dissolve
or my pretense be less intense,
(wooden would I be?)
there posed statuesque unmoved
alone on a mantle
picturesque a whittled piece,
un self realized
un felt?
settling?