Fly away sweet child.
Jet off into foreign skies.
Knowing I'll miss you honey.
Daughter of mine.
Sky cruise to the land of Oz.
To sunshine dreams and buttercups.
Because, because you want to.
Want to spread your pretty
wings.
Here now as I sit and think.
Wishing you the best things.
Catching opportunities while you can.
Seeking wishes.
Finding bigger fishes.
In opportune lands.
Burning sands.
Waving goodbye.
Promise not to cry.
At least, I'll try.
Mum x

Son I miss you.
Daughter you left.

You sailed across the sea.
Maybe you flew.
Magnetic pull.
Left blue mama.

Never coming home to me
The government said you ain't coming in.
Where you been son?

Unseen force.
Wrapped in black.
Probably not coming back.
Clickety clack.
666 war is the devil.
Devil's a beast.

Said you were leaving.
Some where out there.
Fighting unseen sin.

Sin is war.
War that destroys.
Your guns ain't plastic.
Not big boys toys.

Is wicked.
You know.
War is spreading like butter on bread.
Bang bang you're dead.

The bombs.
The rockets.
Warrior force.
The cause of the war.
Religion of course.
Religion combined with oil and money.


Wrong wrong wrong.
War portrayed in a beautiful song.
Bang bang you're dead.
Crashing words.
Explosions.
Lightning flashes.
Dots and dashes.
All In  code.
War sporting the mask.
One ugly toad.
(c)Livvi MMXV

MY FAVOURITE MUSIC

DINNER, inspired by Yui.
It's time for dinner.
What shall we have?
Brothers and sisters, the fatted calf?
Served with lettuce and bread.
Tomatoes and fries.
Why are we eating the dead?
It may not be a fellow being persay.
Is a fellow creature nonetheless.
As an issue of conscience.
I find myself bitten hard.
Very hard.
Internal debate.
External deliberation.
I rarely eat meat myself.
Sorry to say, I love the smell.
Love the taste more.
Could never work in an abattoir.
My conscience would be ripped to shreds.
Poor creatures sadly rendered dead.
My heart it bleeds each time I think.
Killing to eat is barbaric.
This poem is written in the best possible taste.
Sadly, so is the meat.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Sits at the grand piano.
Listens to the music dancing in circles.
Jiggling and tinkling.
Twisting and whirling
Staccato.
Vibrato.
Fortissimo.
Picking up tunes.
Straight from the air
She's playing by ear again.
Music's feeding her soul.
(c)LIVVI MMXV

Whispers at sunset.
Is it just ***?
It's a revolution.
Sofa surfing.
Eating toast.
Pulling back front room curtains.
Enlightening.

A revolution indeed.
Revolting.
Bed space.
Head lace.
Bed hair.
Who dares.
Caring less.
Red dress.
Chucked on the floor.
Stockings.
Suspenders.
Say no more.

Sociology lessons.
Violet moods.
Awful foods.
Sunrises daily.
A million folk existing.
Existing in bedsit land.
Government hand outs.
Signing forms to claim the dole.
Once a fortnight
Stuck in a hole.

Dining on mice that dash out of  holes.
Seeking slices of stale cold pizza.
Left on the side overnight.
Gasping for air.
Drowning in debt.
Living hard
Hard and fast.
Living too long.
In the zone of regret.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Inhabiting a rubber state
Where bullets fly.
It ain't too great.
Politicians living in perfect glass houses.
Surely not green.
Never fragile.
Not throwing sticks.
Nor chucking stones.
They're draining the deserts and scoring the Arctic.
Drilling for oil.
Recoiling in horror.
Planet dynamic.
Ripped through her heart.
Redesigning circles.
Pictograms.
And block graphs.
Financial mutations of dignified nations?

Shiny panels for catching the sun.
Making ugly buildings.
Commonsense won.
Sustainable energy.
Keeping warm.
Heaven be praised.
For the warming sun.
Next thing we know.

They're bringing back hunting.
See you next Tuesdays.
Fox slaying.

And fining the homeless.
Them with no money.
More or less.
Hell of a mess.
Its all about war.
Its all about money.
Parliament run.
By brainless numbskulls.
(c)Livvi MMXV

She swore she saw an angel today.
With flowing hair in falling curls.
Of strawberry blonde,
Kiss curls hugged her face.
She wore a coronet made of twisted flowers of red and yellow, laced amid bright greenery.
Her dress was coloured ivory.
Round her waist she wore a belt of rolled gold.
From her belt hung silver bells.
Bells rang out announcing her arrival.
She took her hand.
Said to her in a voice no louder than a whisper.
Mistakes we make.
But, tis decreed on sorrow thy shall no longer feed.
Arise lady be strong.
Wash away thy torment, pray let it be gone.
The angel swore unto her.
To err is but a human trait.
Worry not woman.
Throw your troubles to the wind.
Place them in a silk purse.
Let them be carried away on the wings of a swan.
A few deep breaths.
Furrowed thoughts.
Remedial actions.
Solutions sought.
By way of a prayer to the angel with the long strawberry blonde flowing hair.
(c) Livvi MMXV

Last words for Martin Kitcher
Free to go and play with the trees.
A tickling breeze.
The sunshine in summer.
The raindrops that fall.
The calling was his.
Was called way too soon.
Look upwards at nighttime.
He's stood by the moon
Guitar in hand.
Making angels swoon.
We all have our memories.
The young guy full of music.
With the spiky dark hair.
Livvi **

She is beautiful.
Lives in the eye of the beholder.
She is stunning.
Shunned by society.
Her skin is thickened.
It has to be.
Face to face daily with adversity.
She is a motherless child.
Grown up now.
Mother's still there.
A childless mother.
She is a lady unlike any other.
As such she will thrive.
She's staying alive.
Living and breathing.
Taking five.
Gasping and striving.
Making a living.
The power of the voice.
A choice.
Only she can make.
(C) LIVVI MMXV

Friends are inextricable.
Linked together in unison.
Spoken voices and notable music.
Dressed in vivid colours.
Outstanding,
Stunning,
Shocking at times.
Indomitable,
Indubitable.
And family are eternal.
Harmony and balance.
Livvi x

There is river that we drift upon.
Keep thinking we're making it, but then we drown.
You're full of sorrow and I'm full of bubble.
All we seem to feed  upon is each other.
We thrive upon wonderful music taste and litle bits of trouble.
I'm trying to reach you.
And still I float.
Riding the waves on a rackety boat.

You need to know I love you.
I know you love me too.
I'm  there to support you.
Together so long.

We can't do right for doing wrong.
Waking up with you is precious.
Sleeping with you,
Well it's just the best.
Lets fight to survive
We're both still alive.
I'm there for you and you are for me.
Frankie.
I don't wanna be free.
(C) LIVVI MMXV

My muse is not amused today.
I'm singing oh so out of tune.
A silver spoon placed in my mouth.
Loaded with cough linctus and antipyretics.
My head is full of puffy fluff.
My brain is thinking loads of tosh.
Catarrhal mind.
Well stuffed up.
Guttural laugh of a cackling witch.
A throat full up with burning itch.
A nose that's headed to the store before I even leave the door.
(c)Livvi MMXV

As an angel I shall rise.
Dead from the waist down.
Dying from the waist up.
I wear around my head a halo.
Maybe a hello instead.
Kindness and sensitivity.
Lacking understanding.
Sympathy is nearly dead.
An empty vessel with a crack.
Breaking fast.
A heart attack.
Underfoot a field of verdant green.
Brighter than you've ever seen.
Reversing into psyche.
Sideways.
For today is the greyest.
The man said, it's always darker before the dawn.
See how I feel in the morning.
Probably worse than I will do in the afternoon.
Maybe you never ever knew me.
You always said you thought you did.
You didn't.
You never could.
As I don't even know myself

(c)Livvi MMXV

There's a little girl inside me.
Her name is insecurity.
She's a lost lamb.
She's the black sheep to the ram.

In roars a fire breathing dragon.
In full command.
He doesn't want anything.
Only demands.

Screams and shouts of parental doubts.
"Why did you?
Why didn't you?
Why are you so weird?

Why do you?
Why don't you?
Can't work out what sparks your candle.
Mother dear mother.
I can't handle your ****** friends.

I pay my rent.
I do declare.
Stop bringing home ******'s.
I just don't care.

I care not what you say.
Mother you always make stupid mistakes.
Your stupid mistakes cause earthquakes.
Errors and night terrors.

I love you sons.
I love you daughter's.
Will make no more mistakes.
Of course I want to see grandsons.
Granddaughter,
soon when she arrives.
My friends are not junkies.
Drinkers or monkeys.
I will suffer no more.
As now I rise.
They are different to you or I.
I shall not stop writing poetry.
Never ever.
Of course I want my family.
I always did.

But I will not be a lamb to your slaughter.
(c)LIVVI MMXV

There are two of involved in this battle.
One of us just making war.
Two of us made love in summer.
Both of us just lived for spring.
Walking hand in hand together on beaches.
Beside streams.
Sadly it seems.
That the river's polluted.
The sea it froze.
The beach was covered in oil slicks and washed up dead birds.
Separately at differing places at different times, we stroll on the seashore.
We pick over the bones of those who are lost.
A figurative exercise.
Working out why we are at war.
Why we ever were.
Together in the first place.
Two lost souls walking through dark passages.
Seeking and finding.
Hunting as predators.
Wanting to eat love.
Swallow it.
So hungry.
Ate too many.
Far too many.
Breathing space.
Broken hearts.
Fractured faces.
Time repairs.
Wait and see.
Whatever will be will be.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Staring in the mirror.
What's staring back at me.
A naked flower with falling petals.
Bare and exposed.
Clothed in streaks of green leaves.
Vine I believe.
Dolmades' with uncooked lamb.
More likely mutton alternatively.
Served up with ouzo.
Staggering about in aniseed dreams.
Feed your eyes.
On what you cannot see.
Fired from elastic catapult flying free.
Cupids arrow missed.
Guess he's always pi**ed.
At the bottom of his list.
In a filing cabinet somewhere.
Let the world forget.
No regrets.
(c)Livvi MMXV

She lays her head on a cushion of stars.
Of all the girls in all the bars
Shockingly stunning.
A voice full of music.
Singing in tune.
A guitar that sings as well as she does.
Sings songs.
For all the shrapnel they chuck.
Every day.
All weather's.
Give her a guitar.
Hear her play.
She's beauty personified.
She lay there sleeping.
Sparkling eyes.
Dreamy and dreaming
Lovely lovely lady friend.
She sits and she sits.
She waits to be free.
In the city they check her out.
Strange looks weird stares.
Who cares.
Nobody knows who she is, under her clothes.
No one's aware what a treasure she is.
Judgements based on external images only.
Why does it matter?
She's wearing her soul on the end of her tongue.
They listen.
They pay.
If they want to
And don't if they don't.
The lady won't be beaten.
Hell no she won't.
Queen of the city,
She waits to be free.
(c)Livvi MMXV

Life belongs to Monday morning.
Still, I'm haunted by Sunday teatime.
Scones in the parlour at the back of the house.
With mamma and poppa and sweet baby Jayne.
Toasted crumpets together,and drank hot cups of tea.
The crumpets were toasted upon a huge open fire.
Jayne had been sleeping in the cot by the door.
Too young to eat crumpets and scones, she's not allowed tea.
The baby still sleeping remains in the parlour.
It's warmer in there.
And so to the drawing room with round rosewood table.
Nature of the cloth thereupon changed.
It's marked with the symbols of a, b and c.
A painted on canvass that ends with a zee.
It's crimson, edged with gold.
In the centre a YES and a NO.
Centrally placed a wine glass.
Knock knock on the door.
Now there are five.
Tonight the table may come alive.
They're hoping.
A standard lamp, rather dated stood in the corner.
Had a scarlet shade with golden tassels.
They sit round the table.
It's just what they did.
Fingers on glass.
They're calling out.
"Is anybody there?"
The room becomes chilled.
Atmosphere stifling.
Glass moves around the circle.
A...R...I....E.....L.....spellbinding.
'Twas the spirit of the dark poet,Plath.
Darkness from sorrow, no more tomorrow.
Another spirit in attendance.
Takes Sylvia by the hand.
Into the light, escorted by guide.
Goodbye sorrowed poet.
Walked into the light.
Goodnight.
Sleep tight.
(c) Livvi MMCV

There is a voice at the bottom of the stairs.
It's a male voice.
I don't care.
There are no males here at the moment.
No-one I need to fear anyway.
My son lives here, but he's at work.
Just a couple of deep throated groans.
Where do they come from?
Keep hearing these moans.
I don't mind if he stays.
I moan more than he does, because I can.
My noisy invisible partner, only a man.
(c)Livvi MMCV

There is a voice at the bottom of the stairs.
It's a male voice.
I don't care.
There are no males here at the moment.
No-one I need to fear anyway.
My son lives here, but he's at work.
Just a couple of deep throated groans.
Where do they come from?
Keep hearing these moans.
I don't mind if he stays.
I moan more than he does, because I can.
My noisy invisible partner, only a man.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Hey you with the beard, are you Muslim?
Why does it matter what ever you believe?
You who wears the cross, are you a Christian?
What does it say about you?
Are you honest are you true?
Do you follow the commandments laid down by your lord?
You with turban on, are you a Sikh?
What are you hunting?
Hey you in the short skirt with makeup layered thick,
Are you ******?
Tell us quick.
We need to know.
You in the chair with wheels on.
How did you get there?
Unless you choose to tell us we shouldn't care.
Need to make judgements?
You in the cassock,
Are you a bishop?
Chick in the habit, are you a nun?
Could just be fancy dress,
A hen party.
A nun on the run.
You with ebony skin...
Are you that different to me ?
I think not.
Gay guys and lesbians, transgender guys,
transgender chicks.
Think before throwing sticks and stones.
And breaking bones.
Words hurt.
Under the skin the being within...is HUMAN.
Attitudes decided by images externally.
Be who you want.
Just gotta be free.
Does it change the person inside?
Think of these questions before you decide.
(c)Livvi MMCV

At the Waters Edge
As the tide laps onto the shore
So shall it flow.
Eternally.

Wanting you more.
We stand on the beach watching gulls swoop.
Sadly,only  images in our minds.
Scraps of the past,
captured by gulls.
Tossed on white horses,
They go with the flow.

As do you and I.
Bouncing on currents of warm salty air.
Smell the seashore.
Taste it.
Taste it ,
as we taste love.
Feel it, as we  hold each other close in mind.

We could be oar less rowing boats.
Drifting aimlessly on rushing ripples.
Like the weather, they change course.
Lifted and falling ever of course.

Vanilla ice cream.
Strawberry  syrup.
Dripping from cornets.
To learn of your likes.
You may not like ice cream.
Nor strawberry sauce.
As we grow together for sure.
We'll discover more.


I yearn to hold you.

To survey the stars in the sky,

two of us as one.
Want no more,
To stroll alone on the shore.
I have a hand that needs holding.

Held empty too long.

Paddle in beach shoes.

To feel the swell water.
Warmed by the sun.
It's  waiting for you.

Time nor tide will stop and wait
But always I shall wait,
always for you.

To  watch sunsets  and rises.

Morning surprises.
Coffee and croissants.

Straw hats and boaters.

I'd climb to the cliff tops to hold you again.
You my darling.

I know you feel the same.
You feel the same.
I know that you do.
Distance before us.
If only you knew.

Drifting out to sea.

Then home again.
Safe in my arms.
One day my darling.
You and I will be us.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Trigger pulled.
Gun cocked.
Black bird in leather.
Wearing not feathers.
Assassin chic.
Trigger quick.
Trigger happy.

High heels.
Wheeler deals.
Closing speeches'
No more said.
Bang bang darling you're so dead.
(C) LIVVI MMCV

Fighting death daily.
My head is duelling with my pen.
I'm not suicidal.
But given the option.
Of meds or pen.
My pen will outright win.
(C) LIVVI MMCV

He should've tried to understand her.
Took a while.
Made her smile .
He was her only ever lover.
At night she cries for him.
She's dying inside.
He's not in sight.
The sun fell down on their love.
Cupids' arrow missed.
He shot the dove instead.
Saw him last in summertime.
Sat on grassy path.
City beat controlled her heart beat.
Summer rain enthused the pain.
Smitten kitten.
Pussycat.
Playing.
Laying.
Finger teasing.
You bade her goodbye.
Not a look in your eye.
Emotion eclipsed.
The sky went black.
Knowing he ain't coming back.
She thought he was forever love.
Been and gone.
Was never love.
Flowers of treason.
It's wife hunting season.
Absolutely no reason at all.
Life spent living polyester dreams.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Blood is thicker than water.
Boy oh boy it's drowning me.
Loss of son's immense.
Games of misinterpreted disrespect.
Maligned as sugar dumplings.
Bearing weight.
This silence is forever killing me mate.
It's much to late.
Demons passed.
Stupid teenage blast.
Went out with a bang.
Knew you not.
Never did,
Crazy lonely mother was just a stupid freaking kid.
Felt love was gained by having ***.
Left a son.
I was blessed.
I gone and messed it up.
I'm so sorry.
Really gone and done it now.
God, I'm such a sorry silly cow.
Don't know how to fix it.
F's sake I really mixed it up.
And I love you.
(c) Mum MMCV

My soul, she's singing to the wind.
Her prayer flags blowing silently.
Strolling down walnut grove.
Seeking myself.
My window's wide open,
Releasing my pain.
The bain of my life.
Associated only with the pain of being his wife.
Sits at the piano performing.
Playing all out of key.
Feelings of true love washed out to sea.
Strands of garlands follow thee.
Sir, you sir are a liar.
I wore your band of gold.
To love honour respect and hold.
In sickness and health.
Missing wealth.
A strutting pigeon scratching at crumbs.
How you left me honey.
Left me just being a mum.
Scratching in dust.
My heart you burst,.
I'm wasted.
Chaste.
You sped up my heart.
You broke it.
Nothing more than one hell of a ***.
Bleed me more.
Pick up sticks.
I'm freaking free.
Never saw.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Beautifully asleep.
Savouring moments deliciously dressed in bed covers of too many lovers.
All familiar to him.
His mother,his father.
He's a cause of great laughter.
With chuckles and giggles.
Waking from sleep.
Peeking through eyelids.
Slowly.
As he wakes with each breath he takes.
(c)Livvi MMCV

You or I could be lepers.
Or hideously deformed.
If we are it shouldn't matter.
Photography, mixed up and twisted.
Reborn.
Pictures misted.
Just who are you chatting to today?
Mentally.
physically.
internet voices.
Distorted.
Misinformed choices.
Maybe just genuine liars,
Getting kicks.
Turning tricks
Preying on others.
Taking the biscuit.
You could be an angel
Or one who follows you on cycle paths,
(PSYCHOPATHS)
Mental health issues falling out off your ears.
No problem with mental health issues.
Been there.
Done it.
Or better still put them onto your paper.
Best place to put them.
If you ask me.
Maybe a sliver of communion wafer.
Selling religion for half a crown.
Maybe half a silver dollar.
Ripping you off.
While doffing his hat.
Pretending to be,
What you can't see.
Words of naïveté.
From she who is down.
Unless you really know the one on the screen.
Be ever so careful and I'm not being mean.
(c) Livvi MMCV

My soul, she's singing to the wind.
Her prayer flags blowing silently.
Strolling down walnut grove.
Seeking myself.
My window's wide open,
Releasing my pain.
The bain of my life.
Associated only with the pain of being his wife.
Sits at the piano performing.
Playing all out of key.
Feelings of true love washed out to sea.
Strands of garlands follow thee.
Sir, you sir are a liar.
I wore your band of gold.
To love honour respect and hold.
In sickness and health.
Missing wealth.
A strutting pigeon scratching at crumbs.
How you left me honey.
Left me just being a mum.
Scratching in dust.
My heart you burst,.
I'm wasted.
Chaste.
You sped up my heart.
You broke it.
Nothing more than one hell of a ***.
Bleed me more.
Pick up sticks.
I'm freaking free.
Never saw.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Emptied out his car.
Driving fast.
Driving far.
Distant shores.
Lots more scores.

Playing games.
Women's names.
Always the same score.
Just candy wrapped ******.

Your ship sailed.
Baby, just to let you know.
Your name's nailed cross my heart.
And boy you gotta go.
You're gone.
We're done.
You're undone.
To you my sweet.
Women are just candies.
In frilly dressed up boxes.

Playing games.
Women's names.
Always the same score
Just candy wrapped ******.

Biting bullets.
Cheerleaders.
Birdfeeders.
Dolls in dresses.
Peachy tresses.
Was your fault.
You opened the vaults.
Deserved just what you got.

Playing games.
Women's names.
Always the same score.
Just candy wrapped ******.

Face up to it sugar.
You ain't the only one
Women ain't for using.
This gal's selective
Deleted from her heart.
Removed him from her mind.
(c) Livvi

Babies are so wonderful.
Loving them to bits.
Too old to have more real ones.
Just loving babies.
Multi-coloured ones.
Need no looking after.
Bring on the babies made from jelly.
Ummmmm.!
(c) Livvi MMCV

Taffeta dress.
Pink bows and ribbons,
Plaited elegantly through her shiny hair.
Shoes made of crystal glass.
Azure eyes that allure.
Princes and spinsters.
All vying for love.
In ball gowns.
Feel the frowns.
The pauper descends.
Out of place, amid friends.
Pretences of sisters who whisper and moan.
Two sisters and mother that clamour the throne.
They're trying for love.
Met on the staircase.
We really don't really care case.
Sisters on ladders of heels,as they stagger .
Their mouths filthy as bladders and bowels.
Nasty creatures.
Vile in lust.
Lustful greed.
Maternal demon seed.
Stepmother, toxically crumbles to dust.
Crone godmother.
A quick sip of milk.
Cinderella my lovely became but a sylph.
Dispelled stepmother and daughter's that cussed.
Transport to the princes ball.
In a pumpkin, should maybe have been made into a sickly sweet pie.
Lizards as footmen, stood fast on the back on the coach pulled by white mice.
The creatures were shocked.
By the changes, all the rearrangements.
Built up with Cinderella before, a creature comfort kind of rapport.
Be back by midnight said the fairy godmother, she knew he'd really grow to love her.
Midnight came midnight went.
A glorious evening only lent.
She tripped on the stair,
Nobody cared, except the prince and cute cinders.
She lost her shoe, in a hurry to flee.
Prince himself picked it up, unable to believe in lady luck was meant to be.
He searched his dominions far and wide, just to find his princess bride.
All the best things found in fairy tales.
What do I find?
Just slugs and snails.
Yep, you guessed it I'm a bit of a cynic.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Church has a strange allure.
A fishing rod thrown out to capture the impure.
Pure of heart are welcomed in with holy words presented.
Opportunities for absolution of sin.
With singing and dancing and praising the lord.
With hymns and psalms,
The finest spoken word.
Words of vicars, priests and pastors.
Preaching good God's love and laughter.
Time on Earth be heaven sent.
Much too brief, life's only lent.
Sinners,brothers and sisters.
Hold your hands up high.
Repent at night before you sleep.
Guard your soul so safety keep.
(c)Livvi MMCV

"Black bird oh blackbird,
I pray be my friend."
Huge black bird stood on the post,
Just outside the farm.
She was watching and listening,
She is guarded from harm.
How can she guard us from harm?
We hear you ask?
She makes lots of noises,
In a very loud voice.
Her calls are carried on the winds of change.
One gigantic black dog he bays in reply.
The large black bird opens her wings and flies.
Flapping and flipping off into the sky.
The black bird, she will not be beaten.
Not consumed by that black dog.
She shall not be eaten.
(c) Livvi

If things could be changed they would be.
And so they will be,
As morning calls, all that stretches me unbearably shall be gone,
So shall be I.
As leaves on the tree fall in autumn, so indeed will I.
Sat on the edge of porcelain teacup,
Been dropped too many times.
I'm sat on the edge of a saucer that's tipping.
I'm drowning in tea and it's not me.
It's been dripping like the wax of an infernal candle,
Leaving the nasty after smell of having been put out.
Tomorrow, my life will change,
But only for the better.
The weight of three little letters.
That weigh at least a ton,
will be gone.
I'll just be plain Olivia.
I'm dropping the RGN.
Then I won't drowning in cold tea, at the edge of a tatty saucer.
I'll be toasting sanity in a coffee mug.
(C) LIVVI

Time the finite gift.
As children we wish time were infinite.
They cry and they worry.
Believe they're eternal.
An infernal annoyance.
Not wanting acceptance.
Tick tock silently with every breath they breathe.
Changing shape.
Altered face.
Time runs faster than ever we can.
On the aching joints of mortal man.
We live.
We battle as long as we can.
Destined for a date with fate.
Make the most of your living, before it's too late.
Share your time wisely.
Make the most of your wild time.
Savour your rest.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Love bequeathed a friend in mauve.
Of falling trees and broken temples.
For promises.
Azure bright blue.
Stunning seas.
Not the Isle of Wight.
I'm so sad to say.
Ferries, cause swell.
The water's not clear, there's a God awful smell.
Not always however, the beaches are pretty, so nice for a stroll.
The affluent fellows strut into Cowes, they're sailing their yachts off into the calm.
Avoiding the storms, they're not going home.
Wife left in the house.
He says she loves gardening.
Who knows, maybe she's a gnomess, a tidiness freak.
Goes off and leaves her every week,
He tells us she likes it that way...
Well, I never know what to say, perhaps he's just a player.
I have my suspicions.
Hovels hiding behind shutter less houses.
Coveted lovers secure in lies.
His lover lay trembling on the ground.
Her pleasant muses they truly astound.
Music and moments, painted in pink.
Designed to make him sit and think.
If the music be power of cannons and smoke, let nobody choke.
Of seasons and flowers,sweet aromatic breezes of night scented Jasmine.
Fragrantly green, very fresh.
I actually love the Isle of Wight...
(c) Livvi MMCV

Chasing dreams.
You know what it means?
Hot in pursuance,
Rainbow chaser.
Smiling faces.
Crock-pots full up with gold.

It was only when I saw him.
A perfect specimen of a young man.
An Asian Adonis.
He was sat on the bus in front of me.
Perfect build, marvellous smile,
Everything fitted.
His eyes caught mine.
He stimulated me.
Sadly just my pen.
It took me all day to write this.
Sadly realising,
I'm ancient in comparison.
Such is life.
He looked at a young woman with scarlet hair.
Did I care, of course I did.
I wouldn't let it show though.
Today I write my silly words.
Just to let you know.
Don't know if you noticed me.
I sure as hell did, did you?
If you were on that bus about half past nine.
You won't remember me,
You were just today's inspiration.
Revel in the attention,
Hope you're flattered,
By she to whom, you'll never matter.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Hollow echoes,
roaring silence.
Vacant faces
Empty spaces.
Drowning souls
Crying screaming,
Entering into death's dolls house.
Swamped inferno.
Endless noise.
Sweating,
Dropped suggestions
The living care.
They care not.
They never did
Ad, okay  

All immortal souls cry ,left alone.
Shadows trickle painfully into regrettable existence.
Lost between here and there and into the distance.
Distance never reached, as only demons screech.
Eternity wails as banshees play.
Wraiths warbling,  Playing as evil humming birds.
The undead walk.
They're dragging their chains.
Closely attached to their mortal remains.

Rattling and crying
The long dead are sighing.
Prepared or not for judgment day.
Purgatory
Not the place to be.
They calling out loudly
They want to be free.

A scream it seems they plead for sweet freedom.
Pleas for forgiveness.
Begging broken children
Crying and calling for mothers they left long ago.
Dripping blood of victims of ******.
She screamed for a life time.
Nobody heard her.
Victims of hanging their banging the walls.
Trying hard to reply as sweet angel calls.
Angels, archangels, none of them know.
They're calling for mercy.
Don't want to visit the fires in the pit.
Hell be spared.
Heaven be sent.
Noisy dead sinners give up.
Just repent.
While you had your chances necromancy black magic.
Romances. and chancers.
Your times be they hard,
You were always the chancer.
Wailing impaled on moments of madness.
The eagles are soaring.
The dead men are snoring.

To calls of the cats
And wolves that are baying at a cloudy blue moon.
Shouted out loudly they all died to soon.
Beep beep beep.
AF,
VF.
VT.
The rally to save those who misbehave.
CPR.
Asystole.
Diseased.
Deceased.
Cracks and chinks.
Missing links.
Hollow tomorrows.

Necropsy kiss.
Necrotic.
Breaking down.
Released to silence.
Forgiven.
Absolved of sin.
Giving in.
Released.
Displeased.
Relieved.
And so the next batch arrived.
The candles lit.
Which pathway will they take.
A guiding vulture waits to steal their souls away.
He's crowing and calling and scratching at dust.
(C) LIVVI MMCV

Let's have a picnic under the trees.
Between the grass blades, a hay fever sneeze.
We can watch bumblebees dancing on flowers, they're floating on air.
We can eat sandwiches, loaded with tuna and cucumber for a few hours and delicious cream cakes.

Then came forth the wasps, not so pleasant, they bothered us.
Much more than the bees did before.
Toasting summer with ma, who sat on the grass, lemonade sipped by my mother and me.
Mother said" sit still and they 'll let you be".
Me being me, just had to flap.
Waspish creature got stuck under my cap, tangled up in my sweet lacquered hair.
I panicked and ran, flicked him out of my hair, out he flew.
Straight up my swirly pink gingham skirt.
Little beast got me, my how it hurt.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Playing the advocate.
Always standing up for you.
Defense, maybe greater at winning the war.
Never,if ever the bodies be broken.
Will we ever skip and play again.
You and I rode broken trains.
Now there ain't no going back.
Your wheels walked my way, you in your chair.
You whistled at me.
I didn't care.
Stopped me fast in my tracks.
You stopped me from passing, by blocking the path.

The two of us,  initially just game for a laugh.
Not joking.
You bought me Choux buns, filled up with cream.
You were never what you seemed.
Sold me sweetness.
Summer suns and floppy hats.
Puffy pastries.
Rather tasty.
Teacups full of coffee.

Walking on beaches.
Sand on my heels.
It's stuck in my hair.
God only knows how the hell it got there.
Emotion laid open, by you and your name.
Initially you and I thought it was a game.
Things will never be the same.

Bare as a child, newborn and warm.
Soon to be colder, as she's getting older.
You must know how it feels.

You stole my sun.
Clasped it in between your hands.
Time herself, well she stole summer.
Turned it into winter.
Splinter movement.
Stuck right in.
Spurned by a lover who once was stranger.
An orchestra of storms and stress.
Riding left over driftwood.
Through this God awful mess.

Once we were strangers.
Then we were friends.
Dear once upon a time stranger,
You came along and rearranged me.
And so the story ends.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Stop the rain.
Chase away the pain, it's burning.
Accursed yearning.
Fondles and trembles.
Take me to that temple.
The gleaming one that hides the secrets.
It's treats, unknown sweet .
Taste the chaste.
According to the things that matter.
Things that don't in a chaos of a broken butterfly.
Pretending to be a humble bumble bee.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Too cold and wet for busking, said she with perfect voice.
Survival, song dependent, she really has no choice.
Vocals loaded, always heard.
Appreciated by the listener, the perfect singing bird.
The song thrush and the warbler, performed together beautifully to treat the watching crowd.
(c)Livvi

Tis all pre apocalyptic.
Weather warnings, walking strangers.
Tartars and martyrs.
Mystical messrs.
Mothers and daughter.
The devil he caught her.
People are scared, if anyone cared.
Tearing their hair out as, if silly string.
The birds flying backwards.
They're losing their wings.
Impromptu performance.
Encouraged encounters.
With wise men and sages, as was writ on the pages of folklore.
Then criminal law.
It's just being broke.
By the sisters and tartars,
My God they awoke.
Wearing suits fashioned in satin by tailors, bespoke.
Wrapped in screens made out of smoke.
World became scared.
Most sacred Tatari awakes.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Walking in reversing circles.
Getting nowhere fast.
Not growing together.
Nor falling apart.
Our biorhythms are clashing.
You wake as I'm sleeping.
I'm dreaming of the days you cared.
The days we shared.
We move in ever decreasing circles to the end,the end of my days.
The days through eternity,
When on-wards you play,
My vampire lover.
Love you so much,
I don't want to die.
To save my soul, I have to go.
As well you know.
When you kiss your next lover, I pray think of me.
Remember our love,
Remember I'm free.
(c)LIVVI MMCV

He asked her if she wanted a pint.
Of course she did, said she.
Then a message flew right in.
There came a blunt voice suggesting, can I climb into your skin?
"Hell no"said her.
She said hello, then his proposition came.
"You up for a bit of fun?".
Her idea of fun may be different to his.
She's not playing stupid game.
There was thunder in his sails,
A pumping iron inflated ego.
She blew his desires right out of the water.
She's a decent chick,
She ain't no devils' daughter.
Needless to say she ain't going.
The all seeing eye has seen it before ,
All knowing.
****** men, all out for what they can get.
Just as well, he's out of luck.
Desires for me .
He must forget.
(c)Livvi

Tears fell....
They say you sang Amazing Grace as you found eternity.
Goodbye.
Eyes open wide.
Rehabilitated sinners.
Sons and lovers.
Hoping you felt no pain.
Years of thinking time.
Repented at leisure.
Did the crime.
Did the time.
Staunchly viewed became abuse.
Free now.
Became legally supported ******.
Indonesian people, Indonesian President.
A plea to thee for clemency.
Unheard.
Too late.
Rest begrudgingly in peace.
(c) OLIVIA KENT MMCV
I disagree with drug smuggling, but,to keep these people incarcerated for so long before execution is barbaric.

If mommy was a vampire and daddy were a werewolf...the combination of these soulless beasts maybe, an uncouth youth.
Crawling in woodland in the centre of night.
Vile being with playing when winds up.
I pray take flight.
Run like the wind sweetly innocents.
Hope they don't catch you as you flee.
Only advice I give to thee.
Fashion a stake from an old Oak tree.
Hope against hope,
You'll soon be free.
Sunrise.
Surprise.
Open eyes.
No more to be said.
Awake and alive.
Not dead.
Relief.
(c) Livvi