The north wind blew it's kisses, on the bluebells on the ground.
The springtime Honeysuckle tangles around the garden  fence.
The garden tree, it gleams with green, the petals fallen now.
Last years garden furniture is ready for scrubbing.
It bore the weather's dreadful beats,
The dog scoots like a loony *****.
Summer's coming bearing riches.
It is still cold, the sunshine glows.
April showers tickle my nose.
The hail stones are echoing, upon the slanting roof.
Nothing left to do, but wait for warmth to come.
Ladies and gentleman.
Prepare for the sun!
(C) LIVVI

There was a man in nowhere land who would not take hold of my hand.
I offered medication to ease his then condition.
I possessed more information than he could receive.
He was confused.
Was muddled up.
He declined the contents of my cup.

My hand contained a magic ***, to help sad fellow to forget.
Magic *** held Librium, to help him heal, relieve his pain.
He was in an awful place.
Paranoia hit his face.
He shook like a *** of bright red jelly.
His palms were wet.
His face was sweaty.
He trusted none.
No-one at all.
I felt for him.

"There for the grace of God go I",
I've never drunk.
Never will.

The calming effect of the paranoia relieving pill.

The last I saw of such sorry soul.
He was successfully climbing out of the hole.
I wish him luck for future health.
(C)LIVVI

You are a beacon in the darkness of night.
You kiss me as the frost bites.
With highly charged most vicious teeth.
Which, sink in hard and fast.
It's ravenous.
As if a child of long past nights.
Hunger turns to starvation.
You swathed me with eternal mist.
Stranded in a land, in which I'm sorely lost.
(C)LIVVI

Take her hand and guide her.
Lead her left or steer her right.
Feed her sensibility.
From a plastic spoon.
Make sure it won't melt.
Put the freesias that you bought her, into a water jug.
Make her good strong coffee.
Pour it in a china mug.
Supply her chocolate biscuits, so she can take a dip.
Be sure they don't break apart.
Coffee and chocolate biscuits.
The only way on planet Earth to mend a broken heart.
(c)LIVVI

Wheelers.
Dealers.
Back street concealing.
Double dealing.
Number's up by insane gear.
Killed by fear.
See those tears.
Rolling and falling.
Calling and teasing to those who use.
T.v dealers look ever so neat.
Smart suit.
Tidy hair.
Not like the scruffy skanky fella who deals on the street.
(c)LIVVI

BEACON
You are a beacon in the darkness of night.
You kiss me as the frost bites.
With highly charged most vicious teeth.
Which, sink in hard and fast.
It's ravenous.
As if a child of long past nights.
Hunger turns to starvation.
You swathed me with eternal mist.
Stranded in a land, in which I'm sorely lost.
(C)LIVVI