As harrowing as it might be
go hang your thoughts from a tree
the old gnarled bark remembers well
the days of light as the darkness fell
its twisted roots are buried deep
like comforting arms as we sleep
up above its branches sway
within its shadows we do pray
leaf's like tears fall to the ground
memories of the lost and found
we see it all through crimson skies
the tainted visions and all the lies
but if your soul seeks to be free
go hang it all from a tree.

Oranges and greens
go paint your dreams
but I'll wear my shroud
under a dark black cloud
your equitus smiles
and falseness beguiles
ashen faced frowns
on the face of the clowns
the paint that you wear is a thin veneer
a veil of crimson over all that you fear
so sup the wine and let it flow
for what you shall reap is all that you sow

We are podcasts
reflections of the past
daily lifes for all to see
recorded open vanity
of love and life
and trouble and strife
all the daily highs and lows
the episodic side shows
thrills and spills all the way
what are you going to do today ?

Under the station.
Sat in the tunnel.
Wind rushes through a cold wet funnel.
Blowing in breezes, the homeless guy sneezes.
He's teasing his hair, it's so vary matted.
His hair as a birds nest , it's painted bright red.
Red white and blue, he's a patriot too.
Stuck under the station,within our great nation.
He hasn't a home, he's living alone.
Wife ran away, got an away day.
Sat on budget seats, so she cheats.
Cuddling up, under another mans sheets.
The guy under the station.
He's too tense to mention, the family he lost.
The cost of another, whose name was Bob, (he told me that.)
He can't get a job cause he don't have a home.
He don't have a wife anymore.
He's single,can't mingle,
Because nobody bothers with guy in the underpass, who once was adored.
(c) LIVVI

These days it seems everyone is striving to be weirder than the next.
Conformity is boring.
Why not just start walking without asking for directions?
You are gathered chemicals,
Wriggling and tearing through quantum space.
Coincidence is fated upon by each of those steps you take.
Careful when you look the other way
As you learn to trust your sight
Don't fear that darkness, it is only a perception of light.