live for death, die for the try
we **** what gives us life,
to live what's killing us inside

He knows all about the worst.

The snippets of the furrowed eyebrows from the very corner of eye-lashes,

bitten back bitterness in the creases of your lips.

The terrifying truths you wished with closed lids were lies painted white.

And yet, his wrist is against yours,
fingertips shly whispering "It's okay."

He never really says Good Night like Good bye.

My mind & heart- this seemingly empty; hollow thing
seamed by wispy threads of moments and time itself-
has
fallen and still is
fal
      l
        ing into the very gravity of

                                                             him.

Black Clouds are punching their way through the heavens,
They’re changing shape like blackened ravens.
The wind is tickling the bushes, but I see no laughter,
I hear no voices,
Just a rustle while the breeze teases the grass.
The greenery bends in respect of the wind.
The witch is cooking up a brew,
A brew of green running in soon to occur strands of stew,
The starting storm and the rain melts the grass,
The garden soon to be a sodden melee of muddy passion.
I see it only from my window,
I’m the widow of the garden,
Since the pollen blew.
(C) LIVVI

I'm a traveler.
I traveled to Italy.
I traveled to France.
I traveled to run away from you.
But you were there.
Every time.
You were in the waters of Venice.
And the in lights of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
You were in the roads of Germany.
And the winds in Spain.
You were in the sands of Egypt.
And in England, you called my name.  
No matter where I go.
On this planet of green and blue.
You're a part of me.
And no matter how far I travel,
I can't run from myself.
And I can't run from you.

All the great records we have
like science, albums, and books
make me reel in awe at the magnitudes
lost to the ages by lack of recording.

Aye, but therein is the hope:
what is to come?
We know yet not!

Optional is not an option anymore.
I will roam
and I will writhe.
I will rally and rebuild.
I will pave a road,
I'll launch a ship.
I'll race a train, I'll run like hell.
Option is not an option anymore.
I'll **** the marrow from my spine.
I'll hold my head above the moon.
I'll dive in the deep, I'll out speed a bullet.
I'll wander out,
I'll slide away.
I'll lead an army and bomb the past.
Declare unrest and start new rule.
Crown a new king,
I'll carve a new stone.
I'll turn a new leaf and I'll sing a new song.
I'll make a new wish
And I'll burn a new bush.
I'll write a new page
And jump in with both feet.
I'll love a new lover
And befriend whom you hate.
I'll start a campaign.
I'll torch down our home.
I'll move heaven and earth one inch to the left.
I'll shake and I'll regroup.
I'll push and I'll ****.
I'll bend, and I'll break and I'll steal,
I WILL TAKE
Because optionals not an option anymore.

Sahn   6/8/14

Aye, though ye may have the spark within,
thou needn'st be a **** about it:
for, it is that very spark that you may squelch,
and if thou findst joy in that inhumane act,
thou art of the very Evil
we strive to overcome
as artists
and Humans.