Feeling sorry for myself,
A little bit of me dies.
When I check my name and a followers left.
Broken hearted.
Left bereft.
Can't bear it,
Sad tho I may be,
God knows I care x
(C)LIVVI

The sinner's rocking heaven.
The gates have fallen wide.
Love and truth and honesty all left outside.
The angels play at football,
Beating drums not harps.
Their echoes heard through amplifiers all around the park.
God speaks words we seldom hear,
As she grabs the sinners by the ears.
She arranges the cracking vibe to flow,
Onwards through sullen skies.
She loathes the way that all is wrong,
Unjust, unfair,
She sits on a rosy pillow, toking on her ****.
She grins around her face,
Perhaps she thinks it's funny,
What the hell's gone wrong?
(C) LIVVI

Formations of angels with trumpets,
Horses for courses,
Children with buckets and water made spades.
Faces and features,
Castles and clowns,
Ribbons and roses,
Interfering noses,
The man in the moon with lines o'er his face,
Tricks of the light,
Pure wizardry,
Old hags on besoms,
Magic perception,
Appearance,
****,
They're gone,
Changelings in the firmament,
Bright white,
Grey as tears that look towards creeping,
Before they,
All fall down.
(C) LIVVI

~I pray that the sun shall ~
~Fracture the clouds~
~Chase away the north wind~
~Divert them to blow the south winds our way~
~May the water ripple with wonderful waves of summer excitement~
~That the little children be granted the opportunity to be jolly~
~For their end of school vacation~
Pleas to mother nature and sister sun~
Let the season shine~
(C) LIVVI ~

HEATHER
Had a nervous breakdown when all the flowers died.
A river started flowing from the pits of her eyes.
Broken hearted, she sits.
While life just drifts, from paranormal to abnormal.
Heather is funny girl, with purple hair and size nine feet,
Sometimes she's a rocking girl,
Not always very sweet.
She picks up seashells on the beach, she's trying to find herself inside.
She watches white horses as they ride onto the beaches.
The white horses lost they're shoes.
All over the tabloids, all over the news
She sits on the beach with the sun in her hair.
Nobody loves her.
She just doesn't care.
She's empty as a dustbin late on a Friday morn,
It is her time for renewed being, the dark before her dawn.
And now she says she's coming back, to front up to the badness, keep hold of what's good,
As everybody knew she could.
May the good times roll Heather.
(c)LIVVI

In your honour I bow.
Bedecked with lilac ribbons.
Ran through my hair with bands of gold.
A dress of pastel pink.
I wear a ring of platinum, as precious as you are.
My teeth are perfect ivory.
They glint in sunshine as I smile.
So glad I found you.
(C) LIVVI

She sleeps ever gentle on his mind.
Amid his thoughts and fiery dreams.
He shells peanuts with  his teeth, to feed her daily.
A protein fix.
He is enough to fill her kind heart, with roses scarlet red..
Twisted and turned into a perfect crown.
Their thorns destroy her, as round her head they tighten.
He swears he never meant to frighten.
(C) LIVVI

I stepped outside the room today.
I dared not say goodbye.
Inside my heart is breaking.
I left my keys inside my bag.
They open up my heart.
My paperwork is locked away entirely with my love.
No longer can I stay.
And I take the raw love you say you have,
puncturing my body, like a vampire I receive your killing stake.
And give it back to you my son.
Maybe you'll think.
He whose name be Andrew.
Draining me.
You took the life force from me.
I creep away silently,
Unnoticed.
My tail tucked between my legs.
I cannot bear the disrespect and thus right now I doth regret.
The things I have are nothing much.
I worked my life for nothing left.
As lifting mist I now have left.
I left my spirit in a glass jar.
You may not realise what you've done.
I've been ****** dry I guess you won.
(C)LIVVI

Flowers reach for heaven to feel the rippling rain.
To ****** the sun on cooler days.
Above the snow those flowers grow, protected petals,
Avid flower lovers steal them.
Put them in glass vases.
Give them to mothers or lovers.
A simple gift that means the world.
Or better still keep them well pressed between the heavy books.
While man is given flowers, the world will be alright.
Bright and stunning, ad infinitum.
May flowers always grow.
(C) LIVVI

He told me that the world was good.
Maybe was carved from ball of wood.
Sadly 'twas invaded by wood worms.
Who spent hours daily nibbling.
However: it isn't really wooden.
Despite the pain 'tis really good, good as gold.
Our world protected, loved so dearly.
Close to ending,
Only nearly.
Protected by the word of various lords,
And mythical souls.
Hercules in full support,
The weight of the world on his shoulders.
Heracles despatching lions, well only one to my knowledge.
Gods and prophets will do their best.
Adam and Eve conceived their sons and Noah's floods and Lot's salt pillar.
Angels soothe minds of the troubled.
While gorgons, witnessed turn to stone, their snakes are hungry their dying for rats.
Samaritans will save the world, not just lonesome travellers.
And Jesus, he turned water into wine, not mine, loaves and fishes to feed them all.
Let us pray.
(C) LIVVI

Once I had a mood ring.
It locked tight about my finger.
Glowed shades of vibrant red when wild I was inside.
It turn a shade of mellow yellow when soothed and calmed by changing moments.
A shade of green which changed by degrees when ire and jealously me deceived.
One day the stone fell out, the band remained and so it shouts.
It's crying for the missing stone, I swear my heart and ears perceive it's calling moan.
Mislaid it long ago, when I was pure as blowing snow.
Cold in heart. caught in mind.
The ring mislaid no more to find.
From then onwards the only ring I wore was on one of gold, I wear no more.
My love was sold.
I bear no more, not ever.
No ring be worn no more.
Mood moments governed by pure emotions, not tatty stones or loves devotions.
(C) LIVVI

Into a spot wedged tight and neat.
As if a sardine into a tin..
Shaking so violently under my skin.
In a quandary, jammed in tight,
That each days' morning runs into the night.
Everything's wrong.
Something's not right.
Where to go from here I fear.
I need to stop and to reflect.
A broken heart that beats bereft.
Right is good.
No choices left.
What to do ?
(C) LIVVI