Waves of  words wash such pain away.
Tropical seas of passion bathe the sacred soul with tears.
May words be an ingested tincture.
Let love be a topical cream, to be rubbed in daily.
Smell the salts of magical moments,let them keep the being inside alive.
For a piece of forever.
(c) Livvi

In every wilderness be life.
Washed with gorse and heather's touch.
Hiding 'neath scratchy patches.
Avoiding winter's vile chill.
Mini-beasts of winter feast,
They're fighting for survival.
Wilderness living.
A bird flies high,
Scaling from the firmament with  sharp open eyes.
Very keen.
The poorly concealed creature dies.
(C) LIVVI

It is with great pleasure that I announce my pen will never let me down
The men in my life often do.
The drunk ones.
The punk ones.
The cool ones.
The foolish ones too.
My pen is my lover, I'll always be true.
It sees me through sunshine.
It sees me through rain.
It picks up my pieces whenever there's pain.
Time and time again.
Guess what I say.....**** Men!
(C) LIVVI

You said you loved me in the throes (throws) of passion.
Then you chucked me out.

(C) LIVVI

The birds in the skies are spreading their truth.
They cover the world, vocalising concerns.
The bird telegraph,flies safe over war zones.
Nearly always the great escape.
They tell of the things they bear witness to.
The birds know the truth.
They tell one another.
Sadly, they can't tell the propaganda machine of the things that they've  seen.
As sadly the birds don't talk in human tongues.
I'm sure they know what's going on.
The media dispatch war zone news, the birds know what's happening a whole lot better.
The birds, they never seem to worry as much as you and I.
The birds with unspoken words.
The eyes in the sky.
(c) Livvi

The room smelled of body heat.
Perfume,
aftershave.
Passion.
An atmosphere of fire lingers.
Sparks emitted from the end of their fingers.
Outside the door, listen hard.
Hear more, not that you should be.
Smells of pure burning ***.
Are you  really sure what's going on?
Influenced by paranoia, an evil hex.
(c) Livvi

It's Saturday,
Another what's the matter day.
For tonight alone I shall have to be awake all night.
It will be dreadful.
I'm already feeling nearly dead.
My spirit lives day times, at night time it dies.
I'm sobbing, not really.
I  don't want to go.
I have to,
I'm in need of wages,
To pay pages of bills.
I'm too over the hill to work nights.
Oh well, I shall just have to hope.
Inside my heart and mind I'll cope.
(C) Livvi

A night spent with the invisible man.
No-one ever sees him.
He hangs like a nuclear shadow,
Blasted hard, as if an imprint on the the city walls.
He's just a little chap.
Made of out of tissue paper.
With a scarlet painted smile.
One rip, split lip.
Some fool left the window open.
The silly fellow blew away.
He was a little fickle.
Fancied a bit of slap and tickle.
She tickled him.
He slapped her hard.
She slapped him back.
That was the last she heard of him.
(C) LIVVI

Having an ambivalent moment.
Do I care, of course not.
I never do, do you?
(C) Livvi

Harlequin picked Columbine,
She was his perfect lover.
He shone.
She knew.
He glowed inside just for her.
She was a lover of wild flowers.
She walked the fields, like no other.
Carried on the floral breeze.
Every year in near mid summer she comes along to play.
Her Harlequin long gone away, but still her flowers come to play.
(C) Livvi

LSD summoned me.
It opened my eyes.
Filled me with patterns.
Behind my eyes hid flashes.
With dots and with dashes.
Obscenity and darkness.
It promised me nothing, sold me no lies.
My assaulted brain, it painted the skies.
Above and below, upside down and inside out.
It was fun at the time, but I left it behind.
A long time ago.
Now I got boring, listen hard.
Hear my snoring.
My personality will bore you witless.
Okay,  so I lied.
Eerily enlightened.
No longer scared.
Who cares?
(C) Livvi

Mirrors of shining eyes.
Reflecting visionaries.
Stored within the mind's eye.
The awesome wondering whys eyes.
Puncturing clouds, spearing the skies.
Finding heaven above the waterfall mask.
Where I'm coming from just don't ask.
I really do not know.
I'm just counting frozen fingers.
While waiting upon the rain and snowfall's calling.
My phone just rang, it must be Jack.
Letting me know the chill's coming back.
(C) LIVVI

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The stairs slipped away under my feet.
My slippers are soggy.
Hair is hanging like fly paper, instead of flies it's snaring run away raindrops.
Soon to be snowdrops, as is predicted.
Spring snowflakes, spring snowdrops.
Country stops, unprepared.
Nobody cared.
Perhaps they should.
Could be good.
Buckets of grit, let them be spread.
No more pretty pure white ****.
Mushy, ***** slippery slush.

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(C) LIVVI

Stop this rain from falling.
Baby, it's making me wet.
The lady of words can't forget your kiss,
Could all have been just hit on miss.
Your touch so exciting,
Your heart so open.
Much more than exciting.
Kiss me honey.
For whatever, will be has got to be.
Break free from the chains of undesirable misery.
Let your mind and mouth be loud.
Proud and free.
No abnormal psychology.
Lets not follow convention,
She's much too uncool to mention.
So follow the sheep, down the bumpy track.
Little lady vociferous smile.
She's calling out loud.
And he is not listening.
(C) LIVVI

I'm in love with sleep,
It touches all of me
Stressful life, soothed away.
Sleep is a treasured gift,
Wrapped up a sunrise.
Always darker,just before the dawn.
Now I am the one to yawn.
(C) LIVVI

I feel you there.
In the background of my mind.
I try to hold your image fast and tight between my fingers.
Every time I see you there, you're just an image made of sand.
The sand made for me a looking glass, upon which I deeply reflect.
A moment in a lifetime, a showman.
A little man, with a heart as big as mine.
A sky-rider, a high flyer, a sparkling diamond in creation.
What can we together create?
Whatever it is, it will surely be great.
Pure romance, made of sand, washed away to foreign climes.
Wine and roses of velvet black, I want you back.
(C) LIVVI

I sat beside you.
Silently, as I'm so very tired.
You reached out for me.
You grabbed my hand.
****** my fingers,
Made them wet.
Babies always shove everything in their mouths.
I'm sure you know what they're like,
(C) LIVVI

A wakeful can rolls over the gutter, 'tis caught up the waking wind.
Outside the Asda, the not so superstore, where the doors are closed and the world is the same.
A painful world,  standing out in the rain.
It's a world where men in orange jumpsuits sit, they're waiting for rain.
Or pain, an escape almost knowing that freedom awaits at the makeshift pearly gates.
Drove past the docks with structures lit up, perceived as giant horses as if of troy, really huge cranes, but nothing like birds.
All desperate to see what's going on in the world as a matter of some kind of crazy urgency.
(C) Livvi

The lovely scent of DDT,
Liberated, cleansed set free.
Those left living at the end.
Louse ridden, dismal bones in bags.
A camp liberated by new found friends.
(C) LIVVI

The setting sun shone through the trees,
The trees without the guards.
Where freedom's here now, left behind her moments of long passed regret.
May the sun above the death camp,  fall but never ever set.
In the minds of the now living and in the future, let freedom always reign.
Lest the world of true humanity, never e're forget.
(C) LIVVI

Watching a talk show on T.V.
The first thing that struck me.
Was that the host had feet that were huge.
I don't know what that says about him.
He sails close to the edge.
That's about it.
The twisted presenter is full of it.
Can he buy any condoms that fit..!
A spot of Tuesday morning wit.
(C) LIVVI

It's amazing what you pick up in a burger bar.
I go in for a nibble, and coffee with cream and chocolate sauce, of course.
You sat with me at your request, of course.
I agreed.
A friendly sort me.
We discussed where we'd both been.
My lord, you must have been a little bored, when I told you all about my words.
Showed you my funny little book.
You took a little look.
You must have been bored witless.
The lady poet, out of control, talked of inspiration.
And today Russell, my inspiration came from a chance meeting in my local fast food joint.
And to think, I just fancied a nibble and a drink.
(C) Livvi

Scream to them of the feelings that you never knew.
Say something simple like, I know she cares.
She's making me feel like I'm losing my hair.
She's missing you too.
But you never knew.
How it was to feel, the real deal.
The powers that be decree, freedom is where she's  got to be.
A seashell captured the sound the sound of the sea.
You caught me.
A tragedy, a disaster.
A silent event hovers.
Two time forbidden lovers.
(c) Livvi

Say something good to her.
Tell her you love her.
For you should be free.
To express what you feel.
A touch that's so real.
Of spoken tongue and power pens.
Say something simple.
Deep and fulfilling.
Just tell her that time matters not to you.
As it matters not to her.
May her hands ease you and please you.
Hold you so close.
Nothing else matters.
May love now be born.
Give them a chance.
Both of them dance on.
(C) Livvi

Into the old cold ground a body planted.
Within the deceased body lay memories.
Silently asleep.
Maybe mother Earth emits, the mental words that once upon a time existed.
Thought patterns linger always here.
They haunt the deathly hallows.
The breeze flicks the branches upon the trees,
carrying ancient recollections.
Smell the essence in the air,
Previous graveyard lovers who once lived there.
Feel the attentive chill of the past,
Floating errant souls hang low.
Impromptu glow.
An invaded atmosphere.
Breathe in the air of inspiration.
And slowly walk away.
Glad that living, onward curls.
(C) Livvi

Somewhere deep within the pages of a dating book,
possibly a dated book.
Feelings.
A little like dying.
Inside so cold.
Feeling like crying.
Sort of loved.
Then got lost.
All and sundry voice concerns.
Very loudly.
Distinctive moments spent.
Lessons learned.
Instructors and culture.
Govern the day.
She made you smile.
Life worth living.
Not permitted,
The young man not granted the gift of an obvious grin.
Still lost.
(C) Livvi

Are you going out with your mother?
She heard them say to he.
She was not a mother,
Not his anyway.
Might have beens and maybes.
All flushed down the toilet pan.
Ultimately still a man.
With a mind of his own, apparently.
Cry freedom.
(C) Livvi

The carers of clock tower.
Dark this morning.
Mornings lights switching on as work motions, the end of night.
Going into the city,
Spying twitching curtains, of forward moving city lights.
Smoke hangs grey in the cold air above the refinery.
An early photographer catches the lights in his lens.
Sadly, a dead fox curled up on the carriageway greeting eternal sleep.
Foxy for one escaped daily drudgery.
Greeted by overnight headlights.
He bade the world a perfect goodnight.
And so my daylight came.
From the night bus, I stepped into day.
From the kerbside my day was done, someone cleared the fox away, his  vulpine body was gone.
(c) Livvi

I am so,
tired,
wired,
desired,
fired,
buzzing.
Rushing,
gushing,
bubbling,
humbling,
g­rumbling.
Loving it.
Caring.
Knackered.
Long day .
Love you.
(c)Livvi

A vacuum of silence.
You're nowhere near to me.
An envelope full of nothing.
You tore it up, you emptied it.
You let my heart fly free.
(C) Livvi

Touch my face with your fingertips.
Make them dance across my face like the pen of a classic poet.
Whisper breezes on my ear.
Take my precious lips onto yours.
Teach me the meaning of love once more.
(C) LIVVI

Started out beautiful a perfect female form.
He moulded her between his hands.
A figure to die for.
Apparently a perfect 69.
The months went by,
His honey flowered.
Bloomed in front of his love filled eyes.
Her belly bulged as if a whale.
Her lover watched her changing shape emerge.
Lover got frightened, so set sail.
The months they flew by, the baby born.
The infant bought a brand new dawn.
Nice to have a happy ending,
This is Miss Livvi's  rather silly fairy tale.
(C) LIVVI

In Auschwitz the air hung still.
The dragons are imaginary.
Once they had their fill.
The only gold fell from the fingers of those now perished chosen ones.
The birds crying relinquished flowers.
Lilies all dressed for death.
The classless funeral attire of the blue stripey pyjama death.
Now the camps be emptied.
Those passed inside be free.
Camp be closed.
All souls released, but still the sky hangs heavily.
May God please bless the free.
(C) Livvi

Mixed messages of love and joy.
Translated by other sites.
You think you penned it right.
Something went wrong.
You're talking of flowers, which in a gorgeous garden grew.
Translated to flour for bread, chucked in a wordy stew.
It's all so confusing, words of blood, became squelching mud.
Oh what is this poetic person to do?
Reminder to self,must not write love poems in foreign tongue to you.
Words of love all painted blue.
Just a little sticky.
Oops.
Could be a little tricky.
You say you want to visit,
In perfect spiel you say "Innit".
The twisted words may become untangled,
Eventually.
When the translation websites all make sense or scents,
They may end up smelling sweet.
(C) LIVVI

A name Rosline sent me a message....another scam, please disregard and delete messages.
Livvi

A captured soul.
Invisible to the naked eye.
Love enchants and ensnares.
That's why we die.
Just an image in a bigger picture.
Main feature is the scheme of life.
We sit  metaphorically naked in corners.
Stealing feelings from those who passed.
We **** the life force from the chill.
The chill of death.
Cries only for a perfect thrill.
But I'm not dying yet.
Totally f**king refuse.
Wishing I was younger,
A hankering.
A hunger.
(C) LIVVI

If I thought you cared, I'd care back.
I'm sitting here crying.
I'm dying inside.
No more denying.
My tears flow with a glow.
Nuclear tears.
Burning for years.
Chasing fears.
They won't go.
They can't.
A little bit stuck in a rut,
But........there's nowhere to go.
Except the end of your smile,
And that's miles away.
A kiss goodbye.
Hell why?
(C) LIVVI

Love is an egg.
It is blessed, within a jolly fine shell.
Inside lives life.
If the egg is an ova.
Fertilised by love itself .
Love grows rapidly inside.
The cracks appear, love's broken free.
(C) LIVVI

Alley ways and alley cats all allies in the darkest nights.
Unsleeping children call to their mother's closest hand.
The alley cats are chorusing, looking for a lover.
Their kittens come their kittens go, in and out their pussycat minds.
The infant in the cradle cries out for mother's love.
A life long attachment borne.
Forever days and never nights, the lights go out the queen cat cries.
Another litter of kittens wanted so that queen cat yowls.
The husband laying in his bed, gets angry as he lays his head, calling cats and screaming kids, prevent the closing of his lids.
The child calls out as only he can, mother moved to sort him out, as only mother can.
(C) LIVVI

Do the eyes watch?
The eyes in the sky.
Why oh why?
Do the spacecraft fly past only at night time.
Why do the ghosts of the past hide until bed time?
Do the monsters only come out after dark.
Do they hide in closets behind closed doors?
Or do they live under the bed?
Hopefully not mine.
(C) LIVVI

Ageing so  beautifully.
Classically as diamonds do, never ageing gracefully
Her eyes fire her up, fire you up too,
This Goddess,brings forth the huntress, out on the ****, for a thrill.
Never cheap.
This individual will never ever weep.
Just a kindly miss, not lonely,
So don't take the Michael.
Nourishment needed.
Overtly she's principled.
Quintessential English,
Rapturous as summer days and Sundays.
This trusting Utopian dreamer.
Vehement pen.
Wicked humour full of woman.
X rated at times,youthful and zany.
(C)Livvi

Fallen for you, oops, no teeth left, no longer pretty!
(C) LIVVI

Bring out your dead cried the man with the cart.
The red cross on the door.
He trundled on and on.
Calling and shouting.
A cart full of infection.
Off to the plague pits the dead were carted.
The cycle completed, the cart trundles on.
Bring out your dead cried the man with cart, again.
(C) LIVVI

Sat in bed and feeling bored.
Work was cancelled ,"Oh my word".
The lantern of the idiot tickles my mundane brain.
Hence writing yet again.
The dragon in the garden shed is sitting there, waiting to be fed.
It's not a dragon really, just a silly little dog.
She's not in the shed, she's sat on my bed.
She just clambered under the covers with me.
Guess tomorrow's gonna be a great day.
(C) LIVVI

Give me time.
I'll give you space.
You may tie me up with leather straps.
And I will give you lace.
All I want is dialect in spoken words and twisted tongues.
I laid my head upon your pillow.
So glad we didn't ****.
They call it self preservation and I'm pretty well preserved.
(C) LIVVI

A conceived idea.
After a beer and a smoke.
Twisting, turning,
Can't sleep.
Red eyes.
Almost bled eyes.
Words that rock to the roll.
And roll to the rock.
The rhythmic beat of heartfelt feelings.
Pulling together the stringers of the wordy composer.
Emotions be writ.
Of weather, of love,
Of never ever to be love.
Hookers and horn dogs.
About bevvies and circling cogs.
The pressure, the pain, the contracting brain.
Pen dispatched with at last.
Painkillers abused.
Headache after the perverse penitent pen.
After hours of construction.
Head scratching pain.
Finally sleeping.
The birth of a new song overnight.
(C) Livvi

The glory of sunrise so red striped the sky.
The sheep got lost on the snow covered hills.
The tree top are icing sugar white after the blistering last night.
The elders bowed their respects to the loch.
The grouse he is hiding 'neath the slippery rocks.
Good morning winter wonderland.
(C) Livvi

If you pay nurses peanuts, at least they can eat.
(c) Livvi

Your touch on my lips makes me quiver inside.
You are making me sore.
You’re such a beast.
My ******* that you're stroking stand full and *****.
Touching you, feeling you.
You get under my clothes and nibble my nose.
I have not got an ounce of regret.
There are moments, so many moments,
I wish we'd never met.
But still I love you.
I’m feeling alive.
Should really have stayed indoors today.
The cold though refreshing is ever so nice.
Need indoor heating to steal all that ice.
© Livvi

Discourse.
Of Course,
*******.
Well well well!
(C) Livvi