Stand tall before thine wings of love.
Hands clasped together by way of prayer.
Persuasion offered in a psalm.
Oh holy lord take hold my hand.
For I offer you my arm as an olive branch of peace.
The words offered to my soul, seemed always out of reach.
Maybe the time is nigh.
Dear sweet father, listen to my fears, for I'm not scared to die.
Have no fear of dying.
Crying in advance.
With he,
The lord of the holy dance.
(C) LIVVI

There's a cat with a grin.
Wicked as sin.
So it doth vanish into thin air.
Just a big grin dangling there.

In the realms of Alice.
Red queen stirring malice.
Off with her head so the red queen said.

And the dormouse slept in the tea ***.
Stewing quietly.
The tea's too hot.
The fella with ****** hats.
Doffs them to the lords and ladies.
Shady character for sure.
He sips from the saucer he chucks.
Off with the queens head.
A lucky shot.
He runs and hides.
Makes a keen escape.

Alice holds him tight under her apron.
White bunny grabs them.
Up through the hole they go.
White rabbit, Mad Hatter and Alice as you know.
Scarpered along the river bank.
Sat on a rug for a minute or two.
Toes in the water.

In the house on the hill.
Daddy waits for his daughter.
She's in the garden.
She strolls back indoors.
Bunny's chucked back in his hutch.
Mad hatter is sat back on the window sill.
The looking glass beckons sweet Alice back in still.
She's had enough fun for one day.
(c)LIVVI

Find me a bent carrot.
Good god .
I need a nibble.
Find me a crumpled pepper.
Goodness me.
It's not a *****.
Find me a queer shaped cabbage to ravage.
A cauliflower, that looks like a dolly with crumpled hair.
Do I care of course not.
Find me a plum with a misshapen ***.
Get me a mucked up parsnip, with slender waist and awesome hips.
Fetch me a swede.
A cheap off shaped one.
Love veg, oh how peculiar.
Aesthetically pleasing.
Probably not.
Served up for munching.
Not going to rot .
(c)LIVVI

He held my hand.
We walked along.
The seashore with the drowning pebbles and pearls discarded.
With the cockles and winkles.
Razor shells.
Our skin wrinkled by the biting breeze.
With noses that run as they're seeking the sun.
As does rise in the morn.
Tumbles at twilight.
Wandering weeds.
Seat by the sea.
Hands no longer clasped tight together.
Through all kinds of weather.
He's loving the sea and he's so loving me.
Together we kick rebellious pebbles.
As homeward be bound.
A shell full of sea carried home in my tears.
Memorial of moments.
Sea held my dear.
Trapped in a seashell held close to my ear.
(c)LIVVI

When I looked into your eyes
they smiled back at me
I thought I might known you but I do not