This woman is special,
So special,
she waltzes in ballrooms,
in the backstreets of his mind,
She's dancing in perfect time at last,
Unusual, she hears him say,
She has the limbs of octopuses,
She has not the gift of rhythm,
Arms flailed around,
as tentacles,
each tentacle holds a different key,
One for you,
One for me,
The other six in lucky dips,
Mood of the moment,
On his tentacles,
yes,
the lady,
she said tentacles,
Sometimes they stroke,
sometimes the smoke,
sometimes they're tender,
sometimes upstanding,
always a kind heart defender,
sometimes demanding,
sometimes the tentacles wander,
to spots they're not meant to go,
he turns round and smiles,
screaming "hell lady poet,
no",
The music beats,
the drums bash on,
Opened her eyes and he was gone!
(C) Livvi

There is a sorceress,
she's cruising the sky,
in just a dark moment,
the kerb,
won't be dry,
and her breath,
with the spin of a wild tornado,
She will fight,
She will bite,
Collect up her cape,
Creep on her besom,
take serious flight,

Her teeth will snarl treetops,
bathed heaving in raindrops,
Nervous conduction in weather's eruption,
where those trees really shake,
And earth beneath quakes,
You know that you're feeling,
the full force of the storm.
(C) Livvi

I had a shell,
I used to hide in it,
My body felt a little lumpy,
My brain, a bowl of cold sweet custard,
I got a pen,
I used it,
I smithy my words,
like a blacksmith,
I make them mysteriously heated,
sometimes twisted,
a contortion of simplicity,
I am what I see,
I am what I feel.
Several trod on my shell,
They weakened it,
The shrimp who once lived in the shell,
Shell swelled,
It's broken,
The shrimp broke free,
Came with the gift,
contortions of words,
Spoken and written,
There's one thing missing,
You,
you sweet man,
Same as me,
you, are missing it too!

(C) LIVVI

Chocolate Grit
Songs of sweet Rosie,
Love, honour and trust.
Songs of life flowing.
Deeply, through the city dust,
Josh's voice of perfect chocolate,
Smooth and soft as silk,
Two young men together,
A perfect combination,
Steve's guitar sings,when he plays,
As does his voice.
In mellow tones,
A little raspy,
A touch of gravel,
Sweet chocolate,
Bought together,
As the one and only,
"Chocolate Grit",
The poetess's choice,
Together a perfect blend,
The latest trending boy band,
Bring on "Chocolate Grit".
(C) Livvi
A duo that play where I do my spoken word asked me to do a poem for them, this is it. Their name is "Chocolate Grit".

Cross my path with silver,
cackled the aged crone,
She sniggered,
and the girlie,
she just walked past,
Grinning, saying confidentially,
"What you know you silly old hag",
The hag she shouted in her face,
Girlie,"I can bless you,
or equally, can curse you",
The years did pass,
The crone, kept girl's sarcasm in her heart,
The girl she wanted an honest child,
for she had grown older,
somewhat bolder,
And she tried to conceive,
a baby of love,
a gift from above,
she had lots of expensive investigations,
but she just couldn't fall,
The crone she passed in the hallway,
Smiled all knowingly,
she whispered at the sweet chick,
"if you'd crossed my palm with silver, all those years ago,
you would have had a baby,
But you will never know,
She sat and she thought, and she smiled to herself,
For she never believed in that gypsy's curse.
Two years have passed since that day,
her bonny baby, she doth play,
realised the gypsy curse was *******.
(C) Livvi

Untamed, she sang at the crescent moon,
She sang to the tune of "Au Claire de la Lune",
With a snide smile painted over her face,
She wore no lipstick,
It made her lips sticky,
She sang with perfection,
her voice tousled,
from twisted lace,
and she snored,
and she crawled,
all over the hill,
over the cliff tops,
at Portland bill,
she roared at the men on the prison ship,
who waited in vain for release.
Had a babe on her hip,
The baby belonged to the crescent moon,
a beautiful infant,
conceived of a prisoner,
Locked up for a while,
because he was vile,
he was so very young,
as he hung,
and he sung his own song,
The crying prisoner's,  
ghost was chained up in the jail,
She  had held him,
so tight in his darkness,
And her beautiful heart,
he'd impaled,
for he was a dangerous man,
Left behind, just her spirit,
with boy child,
who wailed and sang to the crescent moon.
(C) Livvi

She will creep out of the shadows,
When least expected,
Wearing but a golden tiara,
And the phantom ring of love,
Given by the glory sun,
She will greet her poetic brother,
Her once poetic lover,
Some bizarre folks, both of them,
They're not like any other,
Should she crumble?
like a dried out biscuit,
She can only risk it,
Never was a stalker,
Nor a street walker,
She needs to come,
To lay to rest the ghosts of what once was,
So true.
Darling, you're killing me slowly,
Not softly, hell it's making me blue!
(C) Livvi

What do you wish for?
When you focus on the sky,
When you look beyond the clouds,
When you've fallen through those clouds,
When you fought through darkness,
What is it you seek?
As morning nips out from night time,
When sparkling eyelids split,
What is it that you wish for?
An inner debate,
World peace,
Inner peace,
Love and money,
Music and dancing,
Pure catharsis,
Flowing from the nib of my pen,
Friendship is my greatest wish,
The greatest gift,
I can, but offer this.
This and nothing more.
(C) Livvi

In purple,
regal an empress butterfly,
lives but, for one lonely day,
Then  away she flies to die,
not a single tear shed,
in scarlet, as claret in a glass of full fragility,
passes through her precious  heart, where blood flows  always free.
in turquoise,
she glows of summer sunrise,
in yellow and luscious orange,
with streaming hair,
a mighty roar,a lioness,
in black, she's deep, but so serene.
if you dare look deep into her smiling eyes,
you will find them bright green,
she is not a jealous *****,
Make her angry then,
she'll have you spellbound,
this baby,
she's a witch!
(C) Livvi

Whatever I write,
I write whatever,
Whatever I fancy,
Nancy,
Whatever I like,
I like puppies and kittens,
I like sunshine and smiles,
I like walking on beaches,
on the far reaches,
way away from the tar pits,
the tar pits of fossils,
the run of fast traffic,
dashing as ants,
I write of tree tops and hollyhocks,
of eyeballs and shopping malls,
of death and dying,
of children crying,
about heaven and hell,
talking of love pure,
sometimes just lust,
of those who we trust,
especially those in Sunday best,
dressed for religion,
Guess what,
I'm me,
I don't write like the rest!
(C) Livvi

I have a secret,
It's not a bad secret,
in fact,
I stash it underneath,
my floppy purple summer hat,
it's rather cool,
It is very naughty,
It's really rather cute,
The secret says I love you,
In heart shaped custard kisses,
It shouts quiet quietly,
That secrets not allowed,
You see,
No longer sweetheart,
Can you be my secret,
The one that keeps me awake at night,
And feeds me everyday.
(C) Livvi

I was born in the spirited sixties,
When t.v was there but, the channels were few,
The skirts were super short, the boots rather *****,
made in crinkly wrinkly patent plastic,
The music was loud,
so my mother moaned,
as usual,
The quality was better,
The stones were ******,
The Beatles were trippie,
My mother so serious,
was no freakin' hippy,
She fed us malt extracted from teaspoons,
Okay, from jars really,
I remember it tasted pretty vile,
But she'd smile,
nagging inconsiderately,
that we needed to take it,
it would do us good!
Yuk, I wonder if my brother felt the same,
I will never know!
(C) Livvi

Be thy warned insipid one,
The lady rests not on her laurels,
She's not at peace, before thine eyes,
The lady loves, because she can,
Lady Madonna, she walks on egg shells,
As prima- donna,
she is awestruck,
Hiding from the eyes of mortal men and angels,
She's carried on the pens,
Where religion disintegrates,
from the souls of other lonely writers,
This beautiful lady,
she's not for turning,
It's not only witches, 
these days,
that the evil ones are burning,
And that they should not do,
Where proof is non-existent,
This lady has a golden heart and the face of Mona Lisa.
(C) Livvi

I cometh not to stay forever, I'm carried upon a lightening bolt,
I'm not sending you confusion, wrapped up in a tissue box,
You need not those tissues to wipe away your tears,
You saved your tears for those fearful moments,
Those when I come and wipe your streaming nose,
Bathe them away darling,
I shall be there,
Making my own most powerful noise,
Maybe, just maybe you can set me free,
Or maybe, you can curl up only with me and my pen,
Again,
Not looking for true love,
just looking for you my love, the only one,  that was ever real.
Baby, let me feel again the way we made each other feel,
You were no fantasy,
Baby you were real!
(C) Livvi

Sinews of life tug at the moments,
those moments,
the ones left over pre dying,
She's crying again,
She's left in a puddle,
a mix of love puddle and sorrow puddle,
Once she walked,
she walked through hurricanes,
oblivious to what remains,
Emotions concealed behind the broken mirror
She's only human after all,
she has a human heart, a spirited soul,
The brain of an archaic iced diamond,
Piercing,
Cultured as an ivory pearl,
Promised, from the voice an elephant,
Immense,
A gift never to be forgot,
She's locked in a transparent casket,
Protection from a world of ills,
Suspended in love's hammock,
She's  still swinging in the summer breeze.
Hanging from the bough of the tree that weeps.
(C) Livvi

He made her feel, feel again,
With drops of  lightly scented pure rose water,
Dripped upon her pure skin,
Heaven sent.
He made her love,
as he made love to her,

She no longer loves,
she can't,
he stole her heart away,
he left,
She's suffocating,
drowning in the captured moments of incessant ******,
as they bang around inside her head,
No more pure ***,
her body slung upon the hill,
her beautiful body of ****** tenderness,
abandoned in a tragedy.
(C) LIVVI

Delicate as a desert flower,
Six foot two, a flood of tears,
Shaking,
a result of experience,
the field of war,
the field with no grass,
The bullet scored him as it flew,
In wanton wishes, for death's cold calling,
she left her mark upon his skin,
A down turned smile cried,
stuck inside his head,
If only they could have put a blindfold on, and shot him proper,
he sooner would be dead,
Not haunted by memories,
Or of pain physical, psychological,
Of dark days in the desert sun.
(C) Livvi

The stars upon the canvas, spotted dotted, painted white,
Night sky crisp with dreamer's dreams, streaming through the sky,
Can you interpret these flying dreams?
Dancing through the scheme of things,
Oh look, there's a pretty one wearing candy pink,
There's a rugby players dream, decked in a stripy shirt,
A babies dream wriggled slightly by,
not fully able to understand,
Catching dreams of babies, is in such great demand,
In dreams of innocence, and chuckling smiles, so tiny, they make not much sense.
Along trips a nightmare, a terror of war,
hold on tight, the fiery steed of passion scares,
What was caught in your dreams last night, can you remember?
(C) Livvi

Onto the glassy stage, she skips,
The spotlight falling on her face,
The disgraceful lady poet,
she left her words at home, not very nice
She thought maybe an ad-lib,
would perhaps suffice,
Her thinking cap on backwards,
Her words not very bright,
Developed a canny condition,
A.k.a. stage fright,
She turned to jelly on the stage,
The spotlights so contorting,
her visage of nervousness,
Her face and body melted.
She was under too much duress,
A puddle on her spoken stage,
Good heavens,
What a mess she left.
That poor lady of poetry.
(C) Livvi

There's a great big area deep in the Amazon,
It's called the basin,
It's made of plastic, made by tefal,
The tribesmen go a hunting,
They're going mining, deep into the basin of the tAmazon,
They're going chocolate mining,
Down, down, down they creep, sliding down them plastic edges, slippery but very steep,
Go into the darkened halls,
Where chocolate stalagmites, they grow,
As it's getting hotter and hotter and the air is getting sickly sweet,
The drips and drops are falling fast as stalactites fall down,
The mine's all filled with chocolate, what a crazy dream,
There are funny little fellows, hiding in the chocolate ghetto,
Hyperglycaemic,  they're flying on the sugar rush.
(C) Livvi

Losing me, that's what you're going to do,
When I'm done,
Turmoil will ensue,
With much regret, I shall be gone,
The egret of much regret, will cruise into the setting sun,
Falling sunset, drowning in the horizon,
As we fail,
Will you appreciate, evaluate what you have lost,
Maybe what I have won,
The sun, will she ever rise again?

We were beautiful,
Beautiful as summer days,
once kept us safe in loves tender haze,
As we walked and we talked hands held so tight,
In virtual silence, we talk, for together we needed not spoken word,
Together once, we fell into bed, became enlightened,
By one another,
Bronze bodies laid,
but that was of late,
much too late,
You were awesome,
you still are,
you were the raspberry that you blew,
darling, you are my raspberry fool.
And still I love,
I love you still,
I  show no emotion,
For any,
No-one since you crossed my heart.
My cherished raspberry fool,
Your pips are stuck in my teeth,
And your image in the depths of my dreams,
I wish that I was there,
but I'm not.
One day soon maybe,
the God's of love will let him reconsider,
our tenable position,
time spent holding me close,
Once more,
Our starring roles, recreated!

(C) Livvi

They come in their droves, hundreds everyday,
Grinning as ***** cats, chattering, aching, moaning,
Some they just grumble and mumble, with tempers exploding,
Complaining of parking, fed up with waiting,
What are you doing here Sir?
Sort yourself out,
Pick up thy bed and walk,
I can't he says with tears in his eyes, it hurts too much.
Come and visit us, get stabbed in the nicest possible way,
Perhaps, just perhaps, being needled will help to take your pain away,
Round the department, full of smiles,
Smiling nurses, smiling docs, moaning nurses, moaning docs,
We love them all, the sore patients, the chirpy ones.
The rough diamonds, the posh ones too,
Some go and shoot their mouths loud, about the service, they had got.
Most are grateful, some are not!
(C) Livvi

Today, she went from strawberries,
To raspberries, a bit more ****,
Sharper, full of pips,get stuck in between your teeth, you know,
We never had raspberries,  
Raspberries are stupid,just blown by stupid fools.
(C) Livvi

Into your pocket you put your hand, drew your sword to battle cancer,
Jesus baby, you made such a stand for what you believe in,
Made such a stand, your eyes wide open, altruisitic to the last,
You life, it had no quantity, but hell, had so much quality, be it only for a moment in time,
You shall be written down in history books,
Let those who didn't know you, remember you with a bright smile,
Now, sweet fella.
At last peace meets you, you are flying free, blessed with angels wings!
(C) Livvi

She's fertile in the desert heart,
An oasis in the heat,
The palms bow in her honour,
Her ripples travel gently,
Silver sunshine sparkles,
A mirage of fantasy.
Death became some who sought her out,
The unlucky victims of the desert,
Pyrexial desert dehydrates those looking for summer fun,
"Shush," can you hear them, those snorts of grumbling camels.
What a godsend,
That oasis in the burning sand!
It's really there,
You sink to your knees and drink!
(C) Livvi

Bitter she is not,
nor sour, not full of griping grapes,
The whisky can stay in the jar,
while those drinking men prop up the bar,
And they stagger and they wager,
They eat unhealthy fries,
and use their eyes to peep at the crumpet,
See that one stood over there,
You know,the one in the red dress, they call her a strumpet,
In the back bar Nelson, tokes his trumpet,
Jim's dog runs around, you knows he's nuts,
Crazy pup,
The bar maid pulls a frothy pint,
The guys in the bar fancy pulling her,
She's classy,
They're rather arsy, not much of a chance,
Those boys are the crazy ones, they live a life of drinkers,
Think they're rather clever tinkers,
Really just a gang of stinkers,
Always on the pull,
Barmaid, she's nobodies fool,
Chicks pull worms!
(C) Livvi

There once was such a love,
A love blogged, out by one so ill,
Stephen you were a hero,
May you rest in easy peace,
Brave up until the very end,
Stephen Sutton, people's friend.
Pray  let the money that you so bravely raised,
Help to see  violence of cancer erased, obliterated, annihilated.
May death give you  blessed rest.
Night night!
(C) Livvi

There once was such a love,
A love like I have never ever known,
My love's so strong, it's killing me.
With such power, a stranglehold around my crippled neck,
He is the man of strawberries, clutching tight his bottle, as we rolled around the park,
He is an eclectic, electric diamond, in a halo spun around my head,
He is all that I need and more,
Believes he is so unworthy, of all the love of me,
Of all the love I have to give,
Me, I am the one with silver sparkles, wrapped up in her eyes,
My eyes are glazed by succulence sweet and fruity, sickly sweet.
Try as I might, the warrior queen so beautiful, she can no longer fight!
(C) Livvi

Feed me strawberries and sugar,
Such sweetness of double cream,
Without the crunch of sugar,
Lay me back on glowing grass,
Let me feel her warmth, (the warmed grass that is)
And kiss me,
Hide from the passers by,
going on their merry way,
We hide inside our strawberry dreams,
Unclothed on the summer's grass,
The water trickles over the stones,
The stepping stones,
They stepped too fast,
They stepped to wide,
Then those stones,
They ran away.
(C) Livvi

Welcome unto midnight,
Be speared upon a cloudy sky,
See those planets hanging there,
mesmerize your sleepy eyes.

Welcome unto two a.m.
Sleep won't let you,
Not again.
Sleep those dreams and dream of sleep,

Welcome unto four a.m.
Toss once or twice,
Roll around as, early morning moss,
For sleep deprived, as morning comes,
Energy your only loss,

Welcome unto six a.m.
Shake and wake and rise again,
The light creeps silently through the gap in your pale yellow curtains,
One things for certain, as the light nips through the curtain gaps,
The morning's here, no time for naps!
(C) Livvi

Steal not my breath sweet child, for I doth need it verily,
To live and love forevermore,
To catch the moon and ride her breeze,
To bring thy flowers to thy knees.
Within the thickest greenery,
Our feelings thus concealed,
Honest love overtly, terribly revealed,
We snatched it on a sunbeam,
Trapped it on a lightning bolt,
Crazy, as if flying upon the chestnut colt.
And in the morning, cometh light,
You and I in wild delight,
Writhing, sharing subtly,
We're decorating Christmas trees in summertime,
Carried on a flying sneeze.
(c) Livvi

They collected cockles on the seashore,
Purely for their crunchy shells,
To decorate the rockery, in the flower garden,
They were washed up in abundance,

The rock pools alive with shrimp things,
And worms, that wriggled and jiggled, all twisted and turned.
The rocks round the edges were slippery and slimy,
Crabby creatures were kind of nippy, as was the water of spring time tides,
And the **** of the sea, predicted the weather,
Again, their predictions, they were never ever right.

Youngsters with nets, collected their pets,
Poor little pool fish, destined to die,
In an old preserve jar,
Left on the side in the kitchen,
The one with mid-brown melamine,
Under the cupboard, by the door,
Mummy keeps *******,
She never wants sea fish alive in her kitchen,
Mummy never made their flamboyant offspring, set them free,
The fishes day out died,
Minute silver things, skirting about,
Too small to even splash.
Kids curiosity got them, as down the loo they slipped,
Dead fish, on the sewer dash, repatriated to the sea.
(C) Livvi

She opened her eyes early this morning,
Her hand smoothing Betty's *****,
It writhed and wriggled at the touch of her hand,
It was very, very fluffy.
She loved the feeling of the human hand,
Her best friends moggy, made no demands.
(C) Livvi

You are my night, you are my day,
Since you danced into my world, such magic's taken place,
Guess what honey, you stole my heart away,
Music plays before my eyes when you're dancing close to me.
You, Ellen are my sonata in the moonlight, a rap on the streets,
You are a pure love song, that's written just for me,
The jitterbug, I feel when you walk into my room,
It means the world to me,
My friend from your love, I never want to be free!
A love song's stuck inside my heart, don't ever set me free,
Your name, so beautiful, it echoes in my head,
Your eyes they make me smile a while,
You are a love song strung on an air guitar,
My piano plays your name, in tune,
You are the song,that I hear, when I'm drifting to sleep,
Together as a duet we walk, forever,
Ellen my friend, you mean the world to me,
When I'm not near you, I'm a sad man, singing those sad man blues!
(c) Livvi

The garden gnomes with frocks on,
They're sat in the room at the front of the house,
Fishing rods in hand,
They came in because of the chilly wind, blasting round their socks,
The fish pond's overflowing after all the rain,
The neighbours were much too noisy,
Partied in the garden, every night and every day.
And here they go again.
They're hungry, no fish to catch in the lounge.
(C) Livvi

Rips me to pieces,
tears through my soul,
A monster of hate,
I do truly create!
Nails in my back,
archangel attacks...,
It's all cloak and dagger, I find,
I stand tall, controlling,
it's a fight with such might,
'Tis not quizzical...
comes on a whim,
A bite of desire leaves us in a mire,
we wallow,
with no desire to swallow,
Filth, it spouts through eyes only seen ....
world through spectacles tainted with green,
Monster she leeches,
her fangs razor blades,
When your inner soul she comes and invades, screaming vile tirades,
She's just a witch, she's  truly a *****....
She gets in your face putting chaos in place!
Guess what, nobody cares,
when jealousy comes to her selling her wares!
Jealousy will **** what we have if she can!
Won't let her in, I won't let her win,
She won't knock me dead,
cos my heart is bled,
wrung out and now,
totally dead!
(C) Livvi

She screamed at him,
Stop it, stop it right now,
How many times must I tell you,
And he stopped,
Looked up at her and smiled,
With  the innocence of adolescence,
He looked up, wide eyed his index finger perched on his lip,
"Sorry mum,"  said he,
Mummy dashed off to the kitchen,
Thought maybe was time for tea,
Instead, she trotted back in,
Complete, with garden shears,
Snip, snip, chop, chop, off his fingers they did drop,
A pile of fingers left on the floor,
How many times did she tell him before,
Don't bite  your nails!
You should have seen his dripping fingers, hacked off at their sockets.
(C) Livvi

Creeping along the kerbside,
Kicking at flowerpots,
The miserable ***,
who lives under his hat.
The black floppy hat,
keeps the sunshine out of his eyes.
His bottle in hand, as he staggers along.
This young dandy dude,
wanders along, nose stuck up in the air,
Looked at the drunk guy,
Giggled to himself,
he wanted some fun,
Actually fancied a laugh,
The drunk guy,
He snorted, farted and roared, red faced,
Ignored the dandy for a moment or two,
Then he thought out loud, "why the fu** are you checking me out,"
Posh boy grinned,  
A face full of mischief ,thought the old drunk  looked hot for fun,  like he wanted to play.
In his poshest voice, " Hey  you ****, you come over here"
If I give you a dime, you want a gift"
The drunken fella staggered over to see,
A trip, said the posh ****.
Said he'd send on a pure holiday,
Gave him just an acid tab,
Now he's flying free!
Got to ride that trip, 'til the end of time!
(c)Livvi

Lost so much,
She has so much to fear,
She sat in her room,
She's drowning in beer,
A means of escape,
From the harsh conditions of mortality,
She needs to take her a little trip,
Over the far away sky,
To ensure she doesn't drown,
On missions of unquestionable love
Her heart he ripped to silver threads,
The strands all made of silver foil,
As you wrap round your turkey,
For thanksgiving day,
What has she got?
Got to be thankful for today?
Okay, she has health, and a little wealth and a family to contort and distort,
Other than that she's not got a thing
Her heart's trussed up in a paperback knot,
All ******* with silly string!
(C) Livvi

When you're strung on a tight-rope, what do ya do?
When you can't sleep and you're feeling right blue,
When your tears are hung upon crystalline dreams,
What do ya do?
You face them,
Kiss ***,
Meet them head on,

Sometimes she wishes;
That you would stop talking to  the other lonely souls at the the end of the world.
It cuts like a razor and bites like a knife,
Other times she thinks him rather perverse,
Almost a curse,
Stuck in fine cobwebs,
Trapped in black holes,
You imploded her heart, you're a silly old soul,

You don't feel what you did?
It's a statement, not a question, you know!
Deep in submission, to both their emotions!
She wants to smack you,
For there is a truth,
Which only two know,
That once love was rich,
'Twixt the poet and the *****,

Make you bleed,
Punish you hard for hurting her,
Split your lip, as this you feast,
To feed on your blood, as kisses exist,
Between two weird love children,
Stuck fast in the mists of time!
Immersed in your self,

But she normal, you know,
The woman with the auburn, neatly cut hair,
Who is stupid enough, to have tumbled in love with the poet from London with the  long black greasy hair!
(C) Livvi

Late breakfast in the cafe of sins,
The one where all the calories hang out,
Cholesterol climbs up the tasty mountain,
Counting the calories that pile onto her voluptuous waist,
Like hell she did.
A devious mischievous taste.
She nibbles at mushrooms,  just like Alice did,
The sliced up sausages chucked on to her plate,
Taste real great,
The beans as much too freaking hot.
The eggs are runny, just like snot, but that's how she likes them,
The bacon squealed, as it jumped from her plate, wrapped up in tissue,
Dog thought it great,
And the Turks, they sat with their wives,
******* like crazy on sweet Shisha pipes!
(C) Livvi

He wanders through the darkest nights, cussing, unforgiving, but forgiven.
Unloved, resistant to the one who once raised his smile again,
Not out to steal the wild spirit from the ebony one,
Not out to snare and steal the dark,
The spirit of the one that she once loved in the city park,
On a bright summer afternoon, on a bright summer's day,
He left in body but, never went away.
Left the closet in which he was hidden,
Just for a while, a sparkle in time, the sweet lady, she gave him a reason to smile,
But, he  just sits, just pushing his pen,
Thinks of sweet woman now and then,
The threat to his liberty never forgot,
Ridden with guilt.
As his sits and hides in his warning corner,
Cuddling only his most blessed pen,
She sits in her place doing the same,
And life it goes on and on and on......
And one day,
He shall remember the one who fixed his smile,
Although she made him cry!
(C) Livvi

He feeds pigeons.
They come knocking at his door,
They bill and coo,
Softly scratching at his door,
crying in a pigeon voices,
"Please sir, can we have some more".
And he invites them in,
Says," take a pew beside my fire",
Got to keep you warm, my friends,
And they stay and rest,
Just for a while,
He grins at them,
The pigeons outside his window,
He feeds them bright eye with bright eyes,
To keep their eyes shimmering,
This lonely fellows only friends!
(C) Livvi

Still sleeping, cocooned in a bed of sighs.
Sighs, that of dreamers,
Trying to work out why,
When they awoke, that their dreams are not true,
A perfect situation,
Imagined.
Inside a fluff ball brain contorted.

Why,
When dreams rattled into life they had no souls guarding them,
To make them come true.
Lovers never listen, only dreamers ever do.
And they talk and they babble,
Makes not much sense,
Had no substance.
Dreams discarded on waking, mere fantasy.
While the sleepers sleep,sentinels of the dark night watch,
They watch and look,
From the outside, they're looking in.
They are most intimate, preserving silent sleep,
Protagonist of sweet, safe and agreeable, embracing nights.
In preparation for the day of summer still to come,

So why upon catching the morning light, do you struggle out of R.E.M,
Not feeling revived,
When the dreams were so cool, you were settled and wed,
When truly you utter emotion's all dead,
At the end of the night, at the end of the week,
Awake once more,
Flying solo, alone.
Do you ever hear the sleeper moan?
(C) Livvi

She loved him so much,
He had a wonderful smile,
When she first sank her teeth in,
he tasted quite vile,
Just wished to be different once in a while,
Her style,

The merciless tall chick,
The moon in her eyes,
Dressed in black.
A cloak and dagger affair.
She flicked off her shoulders,
Her wavy black hair,

When choosing her victims,
Those she stored in a pile,
A sparkling smile,
Exercised her face,
Bloodied and battered, all of them.
She was really quite mean,
With my unpredictable pen,
Have I captured, you yet,
Captured the scene?
Of one hellish.
Hungry vampire queen!
(C)Livvi

You lay in your casket of glass,
The sun plays on your deep set eyes,
A knowing glow, shines through your embalmed skin,
Before embarking on your eternal voyage,
The one into the unknown,
You lay there silent,
Motionless expression free,
Not a soul can hear you moan.
You poor cold soul,
Tucked up in eternal sleep,
Beside the funeral mall.
All who knew them love and miss them!
(C) Livvi

Lips, so soft, echo silent sounds,
Crying kiss me,
Bang on,
Stroke me with those lips of yours.
Adorned only with brightly coloured lanolin,
trying hard to preserve their satin touch,
Lick them not unless hunger draws you in,
Hunger for me, that is,
me the precocious one,
The one that dared to love you,
Warrior king,
I am your queen,
The queen of your heart, who kisses your lips,
A mosaic of of chapped lip colours,
Dry and sore, as you too are,
Fk me with your lips as you fcked me with your pen,
Too much to bear, seeing your chapped lips unsatisfied!
(c) Livvi

This thing called work,
It's killing me,
It's stolen my words,
I can't set them free.

The seas of discontent are rolling on the shore,
Falling on the soaking beach,
Licking at the sand and shingle,
Salty water and sand they mingle,
Bringing with it creatures, that eat the **** of sullen swollen seas.

Sea brings with her the morning light,
Teases at her heart again.
She is beautiful, the morning tide,  that brings with her gifts so powerful,
Unhappy when she sits, she sits and thinks of him,
Leaves tide marks on her heart again.
(C) Livvi