The child smiled happily as last Christmas left.
Day before yesterday, dashed in a flash.
Flying by on shining bike.
Little sister wheels her trike.
She's only little.
Struggles a bit.
Momma's pulling at her hair,
Stress caught up.
He don't care.
The rain.
It's helped the leaves become.
Start of next year on the run.
Hanging loosely, as pretty gems.
Seeking sun.
Pearly drops of rain just fall.
Mother of all, at nature's call.
Another noisy one,
Echoes heard loudly through the twisted trees.
Whistling wind, driving force.
Verdant tickles strike naked branches.
A short time ago, were but naked bare.
Bearing the raindrops on sodden heads.
Sundial, turns towards the sun.
Sadly none today.
Upside down.
Topsy-turvy.
Winter -springs.
Remember, the year of the buds that broke out in December.
(c)LIVVI

Won't care,
Can't care,
Whatever you say.
Rebel to the rotten core.
Bad apple.
Fell from the tree.
Pick up your guitar.
Beat it and play.
You,you kick her down.
Up, she jumps.
Stubborn mule.
Shirt thrusts and punchy.
Making a crust.
Rock beats and rivals.
Eternal survivor.
Battle weary.
Wearing storms.
Iron chains.
Stilettos.
Tattoos and diamonds.
She's just earning a lunch.
Living and loving.
Love ever after.
Beaten eggs and memories.
Rotten heart over done.
From the gutter up she leaps.
Darkest secrets always kept.
She's the rebel
Who hasn't got a clue.
Motor mouths and morons.
Knows just what to do.
Long way down the list.
Onwards and upwards with flick of her hips.
Hair long and fluffy curled over her *******.
She'll party forever.
Unstoppable.
Heart strings and catgut.
Eternity's rock chick in the purplest haze.
(c)LIVVI

Holiest of communions with Earth our mother.
Earth, she spins as a dancer.
Man, the stupidest species gets not dizzy.
Holding tight.
Shortest days and darkest nights.
Urge towards sunshine.
Into the light.
Making love on warm dry grass in shades of pink.
Whole soul stroking.
Worldwide.
No divides.
Without boundaries.
More life foretold in a perfect prophecy.
Namaste .
Brothers,
Sisters.
Hailstones and thunder.
Awesome power natures' wonder.
Namaste.
(c)LIVVI

I love you in the early spring as the flowers reach the sun.
I love you in the summer time when the beach front lures us in.
I love you in the autumn time as we kick the fallen leaves catching them playfully as they're carried on the breeze.
I love you in the winter dawn when in bed together we snuggle as love itself be born.
(c)LIVVI

My father.
Thou now dwells in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name.
Yesterday battles to find a slot.
Within the land of tomorrow.
Well everyone knows, tomorrow never comes.
Yesterday, well it never left.
My father who art in heaven.
He left me a legacy.
From the land where pens play freely making words,
Pictures and scribbles.
Colours bright and vivid words.
Visions from words.
Words from visions.
Experiential images.
Crazy, mutated cultivation.
Preordained Christmas celebration.
Written in those stars that always twinkle.
In the eye of the mind.
(c)LIVVI

Having a bad hair day.
Felt death creeping closely.
Almost smelled it
How much I don't know.
Dawned on me rapidly.
Things fading fast.
At the end of the line the lifesavers.
They come.
Woven magic.
All sorted out.
Thank heavens.
Relieved .
Night terror.
Night shift.
Thank God I'm in bed
Tonight I rest.
In peace.
(c)LIVVI

I wonder why the news is yours?
It's always introduced that way.
Good news never happens.
It's always black and never white.
With talk of bombers and shoppers.
Men with choppers who'll see you in bed.
Dentures that is if you think I'm dark.
Politicians in big wigs that slip to one side.
The news belongs to the broadcaster.
Not mine or yours.
Opening doors.
Bad news soars.
Happy Christmas lads and lasses.
(c)LIVVI