My perfect timing almost missed the show
I guess I was always too slow

I've got a yawning desperation for power
Been at it too long its my final hour
If my words won't succeed I'll buy you a flower
But that still didn't work

I don't understand why you left
I thought I told you how I felt
I thought I succeeded with the heart theft
So it was all an illusion your heart is solid it didn't melt

I swear she got me feelin like Adele
Always the sad songs never the happy feet poems

So if my poems sound sadder and sadder
Know that I'm gettin clever and clever

Here and there not anywhere or anyway.
Lost in time, without a crime.
The grime built greasy mountains.
What became of bright blue fountains?
Being moonstruck.
Black skies at sundown.
Luck is thus.
It is made of one's own.
While demon wrestling cover's blown.
Down trodden and lustre less.
Living in a self made mountain of mess.
Created in years.
Left alone.
Until now.

Holy cow.
Where's batman when you need him?
Or maybe a magician.
That may help a little bit.
Whisk onwards and upwards.
There must be some bliss.
Maybe some diamonds.
Don't know where to go.
The decisions are resting on a mind that is low.
I don't know.
(c)Livvi

Soft sweet meadow
radiating its breath of life;
sounding its serenity
in echoes of the mind's eye

Living in this flat land
lay plush
in wild, multicolored-flowery-pockets in greenery
blankets "Sweet Meadow"  with fresh quickened
fragrance

And by our bedroom window
with a summer night's soft evening breeze
mellow cheeeping can be heard from way way down below
seemingly luring us to...

.. "OPEN WIDER THE WINDOW...
              ...AND LISTEN!!
Chant dear chorus
as violinist in "Cricket Suits"
join this cantor
that swings with rhythm
with wheezing sounding bugs, AH HUMMING!!
and an intermission of
Cha  Cheep,  Cha  Cheep
that breaks the nocturnal entomological singing
with ephemeral intermissions

Be bewitched by brillance as
tunes fly and z i n g
their little
whistle
songs so sweet a talent
unseen
little bugs sweetly sing
their little
tale of talent
in "Soft Sweet Meadow"

Comforted by vibrating frequencies
the air is electrical clasping
our good-inner child
as this meadow
unfolds its truth
being beneficial
to us all

We journey not too far
for this field draws us
to its delightful *****
We irresistibly suckle on its daytime scenic eye-filling foliage
later eliciting dreams made of peaceful slumber

Cha Cheep,  Cha Cheep and good night...

I can't take this anymore
stress is consuming me
I'm now on the floor
crying uncontrollably
because of all of you.
I no longer have room
for anyone who isn't
willing to try
Willing to try to stay
by my side
if you don't want me
in your life
then get the **** out of mine
Because I'm done.

Hello innocence my old friend
It's hard to say how long it's been
Since you and I held tender hands
I still often wonder where you went

Was it you or was it me
That dove head first into the worldly sea
Or caught the whisper on the breeze
Is that why you felt the need to leave

Was it the way I treated you
Would I go back if this I knew
Trade it all out for the truth
Life's not been the same since I lost you