The shadows are falling.
As apocalyptic horsemen chance at invading sullen skies.
Murderous intent of mental men with mortal minds.
Chained onto saving grace.
Grace is sporting a smile across her pretty face.
She knows you know.
The trees are blowing in cold June winds.
The abomination of failing fast.
(C)LIVVI

Stupid chappie kicked his ball right on to the train lines
Despite our words of common sense he nipped onto the track.
Clenched my cheeks really tight,
Hopeful that I'll see tonight.
Luckily he made it back.
A second later.
The train's in sight.
He would have been squashed under the train.
We told him not to try it,
Three times or more we did.
He heeded not our good advice.
Is a cheap plastic football really worth a life.
Silly man, silly boy, life ended nearly for a toy.
He wasn't a child, an adult kid.
A total fool, lose your football on the tracks,
Retrieving it ain't cool.
****** idiot!
(c)LIVVI

The streets are paved with sorrow.
Raindrops, confusion.
All an illusion.
Knowing not what's going on.
Decision right?
Decision wrong?
Our tulips won't be Dutch.
Our sausages not German.
Pizzas purely English.
All sworn upon the crown.
We'll have to grow and make our own.
(C) LIVVI

Chaos theories all abound.
Wait and see just what we found.
The leash released.
Power balance changed.
Let's keep it brief.
Take a breath.
Seek relief.
The waters will soon become clear.
My love be sent to those so near.
So far.
Now may we fly on freedoms wings.
Look to tomorrow see what she brings.
(c)LIVVI

Sitting on the station.
I'm trying to find my bed.
My eyes droop near redundant.
Perhaps 3/4's dead.
Should I want a train to Newcastle I'll get there in a bit.
Due to rotten weather,the train service is *hit.
If I want to go to London town, okay it's a city.
To sum up my feelings this morning the trains aren't very pretty.
I saw no rain,
Nor heard a storm.
Guess maybe I was busy.
My head this morning is just a little fuzzy.
(c)LIVVI

The silencing of summer.
The day the birds no longer sang.
The children were all muffled.
Kept indoors.
The bombers finished bombing, as they were not allowed.
The country stood on firm feet.
Altogether proud.
Salute the silence.
(c)LIVVI