I met you making movies.
We made them on the sand.
Drama and artistry moulded wonderfully 'tween our hands.
We cast out ropes to catch sweethearts.
Making movies.
Raptures art.
Throw roses round the fireplace.
Dress the mantle with perfect lace.
Captured cherries.
Fed with grapes and wine.
Love may be mine.
I shall not whinge nor ever whine.
(c)LIVVI

You stole the diamonds in my eyes.
And turned them into tears.

***** dragons dancing at daylight.
With bright sparks they fed you.
Filled you up.
Love of my life.
A lovesick pup.
Been the same for years.

Coffee creme and mallow kisses.
Dreams of love forever wishes.
Strawberry fool.

You don't see my tears.
I won't let you.
No regrets.

Costly trinkets winked as you fled.
Sparkled for a moment in space,
Then you were dead.
Filling up again.
Tangerine dreams and jealousy pain.
You left my soul so cold.
Still I wait for the greatest love of all.
I see the phone.
It never rings.
You never ever call.
I fell at your calling.
Kinda stopped falling.
A chalk on a bedpost.
Merely a ghost.
(c)LIVVI

In your eyes.
I saw the love that grew.
I thought of you.
I still do.
I felt your hands touch mine.
A whisper in my mind.
You are an echo.
Sometimes you rumble like a storm.
A charming storm.
A fire storm.
You burn my heart.
A comfort blanket.
Created by two
You and I.
Baby boys blue.
(c)LIVVI

Time flies, as none can clip his wings.
No matter how old he is.
Never shall he die.
He is not by us controllable.
No harness him restrain.
He stops for all among us.
But himself he remains unchanged.
(c)LIVVI

This morning,
I watched a moth.
A tatty brown moth.
Struggling to be free,
it's wings were sodden.
It couldn't fly.
From that,
I drew the equation of struggling to work in a fast food joint.
Struggling to prosper, to be set free.
To relax.

Poor creature,
It was fighting hard,
Beyond redemption.
It was lured into the death trap of light,
As it buzzed into my kitchen overnight.

The moth was drowning.
So were the restaurant workers.
The workers have no breathing space,
They can leave at the end of their shift.
It's not the end of their tired lives.

Both struggling to break free.
Inevitably, the moth will expire.
The staff at the drive- through.
They might get second chances.
Unlike the moth from the night light.
They continue to dance,
At the end of the day.
As they flit away.
An honest days wages,
Bought a few pennies pay.
They can scrawl in their journals.
Their tales of the days.
Never lazy days,
The days when they worked at the fast food joint.
(C) Livvi

Somewhere in East London.
Setting sun is sleeping tight.
Welcoming the city lights.

And the honeysuckle curls around the wire.
Where we once lent.
Good times we spent.
But you were a liar.

Summer last year came and went.
Memories of fish and chips.
Such great moments spent.
On Brighton prom.
Sat on that bench.
Our bench.
Watching the rolling waves.
The rolling waves that saved us.
Discarded the wrappers and ran like the clappers.
Flew like the wind.
Which demanded to beat us right round the ears.

Into the sunset.
Lest us not forget how we felt before the sun dared to set.
Seeing you cry before saying goodbye.
Waving careless hands.
Tears that rolled from the end of your nose.
Magic wands.
Can't fix it.
Sought fortune.
In fortune-telling.
Tarot cards selling.
Welling tears.
Many years been and gone.
Still the same old song.
Banging the gong.
All gone.
(c)LIVVI