She's leaving on a jet plane.
But I guess that she don't know, the reason why she's going.
A guess,that it's just to show you all the silly things,
The things that you're not knowing.

Things like love and slushy kisses.
Maybe being someone's mrs.

Oh little birds with folded wings they speak of oh such pretty things.

All that glitters is not gold,
She needs to say, before getting old.

Things that matter are not much.
She's missing moments from your touch.

Life is such a self-fulfilling prophecy. Where, I want you but you don't want me.

We're just two free spirits that roll in a glass.
A glass with a crack.
And that's a fact.

Wholesome, opaque,
How ever we dare,
As long they last.
And long shall they care.

As time is precious and so they may share.
Of idiosyncratic seconds, laid both open and bare.

As she lives for the moment,
She's just having a blast.

As the shepherdess,
Tears off her beautiful dress.
Puts on her genes if you know what that means.
A sheep in wolf's clothing, her hair is a mess.

And all the sheep fall, at her funny feet,
Which smell.
Her words be spoken, that only she can tell.
She wants to shout loudly but she's feeling so weak.

Knowing that her heart really doth skip a beat,
The frank shepherdess is really so sweet.
(c)LIVVI

Travelling back from all the bars.
With all the men with flying cars.
Who are living on the planet Mars.

My pint was finished.
My glass was smashed.
More so than me.
Ha ha,
No driving of his flying car,
Drink driving is not good you see.

Sipping drinks from a shiny chalice, beside the Martian sea.
There before me stood in good stead a fella seeking true love,
He found me on a cosmic dating agency.

He was a striking shade of red.
And around his head
He wore a blazing blue bandanna.

I offered him much sustenance in the form of a banana.
What I never knew was that,bananas were toxic to Martian men.
Never again!

Gave him vile flatulence.
No chance of romance, with this lovely Martian chap.
His belly went off with a dreadful bang.
Poor good looking Martian fella,
Belly ruptured.
Blood bright yellow.
Not a very pleasant sight.
Home I go alone tonight.
Martians are hopeless overnight.
(c)LIVVI

The breeze collected dust from earth,
Threw it at the sky,
Stroked it on the sunlight,
So as shooting stars it flies.
The season makes for clear nights.
Focus on the sky this night.
Bright, so bright.
(C) LIVVI

In bed I woke.
My spirit laid at my side.
It was wriggling and jiggling.
My spirit wanted it's refreshment.
In the land that's called outside.
My spirit is over the hill.
My spirit has gorgeous name.
My spirit's name is Blue.
She's nearly seven and she is my personal heavenly spirit.
Giving comfort when she's near.
(c)LIVVI