It's four o clock.
Storms of winter creeping in.
Tumbling darkest blackest cloud.
Wind's a monster roaring loud.
A blanket of rain is soaking me though.
Drowning in thoughts of missing you too.
Drenched as each evening calls the rain.
Beaten hard.
It eats the brain.
Once the rain it fell insipid.
Today it's biting.
Perpetually absorbing.
Eaten by clothes.
Running raindrops.
Dripping nose.
Cold and horrid.
It's  four o clock tomorrow too.
The raindrops rock on pavements.
Not really daily raindrops, but the tears I cry for you.
(c)LIVVI

Somewhere there's a moment.
Left behind in time and space where love was left behind a face.
A face all carved from perfect plastic.
Side effects of love were drastic.
The pain it ripped as knife.
Left behind a lovely wife.
With ******* red as cherries.
Fallen fresh from trees.
******* red as ****** tension.
Brewing hard as pure frustration.
Playing with fire a dangerous act.
Love nothing more than matter of fact.
Broken hearts and daisy chains.
Kisses.
Wishes.
Lust and fun.
All said and done.
Love has reached a setting sun.
A falling star a failing breath.
Moments of passion died a death.
Years ago.
Two or three.
I loved your heart and you killed me.
You tore my heart straight from my chest.
A life without is truly best.
But as a woman I'm confused.
Empty hearted.
Bemused.
Forgot the actual art of love.
Mislaid somewhere upon the path.
I look at lovers and I laugh.
Maybe I'm envious.
Perhaps I'm just oblivious.
(c)LIVVI

Watching Henry rising into the twilight sky.
Clouds piling upwards.
As the sunshine says good bye.
The clouds are mountainous.
Oh hell.
The stream will be tumultuous as once again the troll's revived.
Later tonight as darkness falls.
The legend will arise.
Staying indoors.
Snug as a bug.
For tomorrow's skies will be for a short time.
So much more than wild.
"Hooray, Henry".
(c)LIVVI

BLOOMING

Hold my hand while we play together in paradise.
A pink scented candle flickers under the stairs.
With flames dancing, as if ballerinas.
That dance on tiptoes.
Wafts of springtime garden flowers.
Tickle my nose.
We play together for hours and hours.
It's a scene in a dream.
In which, I am queen.
As only I am.
You are king.
Created of string and Chantilly lace.
I saw your face.

The raven cries.
I awake from that dream.
Pictures of passion from magazines.
Love images of beaches and rivers that flow.
Creation of magpies out hunting for gold.
The birds in the nest made out of spittle.
While the man in the moon sits with playing sticks.
That he whittles.
He's making strange shapes.
They make no sort of sense.
Before walking away, sure as night becomes day.
He'll make breakfast in bed.
Makes sure I am fed with the fire of desire.
Before I'm walking away.
A day well spent.
As love's only lent.
I shall never relent.
Nor repent.
At last I'm alive.
(C) LIVVI

A perfect peace.
A piece removed.
A soul amended.
A resolution.
A new life.
Congratulations.
Livvi

Lost orders worldwide.
As religious beliefs take control.
Taken by the right hand.
Stirred up by the left.
Hurricanes and blizzards.
Under control of wizards and witches.
Potions that play upon minds of man folk.
An egg laid in season.
**** of twisters.
In my honest opinion.
Religion's a joke.
No smoke without the fires of hell.
Nor within.
Never can tell.
In the halls of Rome live garden gnomes.
Elemental systems of total control.
Metaphorically fishing for mortal souls.
And they say God has a plan.
(c)LIVVI

Dancing raindrops.
All at play.
A ***** paintbrush.
Images of finger painting.
Train windows.
Streaking past.
Cleansing glass.
Clearing minds
Work will occupy minutes and hours.
The early visitation of April showers.
(c) LIVVI

Long claws that scratch.
And fangs that bite.
The ice descended over night.
Clear of clouds.
A sky that's bright.
Jack frost's paint brush.
Out in force.
Planetary alignment.
Pretty rare.
Blazing skies.
Eating fries.
Discarded ones.
Half eaten burgers.
Keeping warm.
Feeling for the homeless ones.
Waiting for the climbing sun.
In my thoughts.
In my mind
I'm indoors.
Guess what I find.
Warmth and coffee.
A cosy duvet.
So very lucky.
(c)LIVVI

You play games as you dance on the strings of her heart.
Her heart has a purpose.
Seems nothing more than a perfect pump .
He who stands regardless of the vague skittish wanderer.
That flits into his dreams in the blackest of nights
.
She'll watch you dance from a distance before the fire light.
Firelight, that somehow flickers with desire.
Incarcerated she is.
Captured by your spirit.
Longing to break free.

She cries freedom from your chains.
Those of mortal remains.
Remains that still live.
Remain to achieve.
Seeking and sauntering,
Onwards,
Through shadows that feel.
Unreal.
Deliverance from the dance.
(C) LIVVI

I bathe in raindrops.
Dry in sunlight.
Freeze in frost on mornings bright.
Moonlight plays upon the clouds, as morning chorus  plays out loud.
Rats and mice do cross my path, as morning comes around.
The fast train flies at rapid speed, flinging sparks as it precedes.
Silently I sit at dawn upon the station so forlorn.
The light of dawn climbs to the sky.

Slow train creeps and here it stops.
Sparking as it slowly stops.
Next stop up the line is mine.
Always  busy.
Business men and dolly birds.
Female creature without a tongue.
As if I robot moves, a trophy upon a podgy business arm.
He slyly glances at all the females on the station.
London bound.
Waterloo.

Ascent into the land of work.
By now the sun has reached the sky.
I wonder why, when I get into the land of work it's really nearly dark.
And when the evening comes around the light has faded into night.
But night's not gone.
It's not right.
No proper daylight do I see.
Until the spring has sprung for real.
(c)LIVVI

Seven o clock.
The coffees hot.

Eyes wide open.
The heating's up.

I look into the mirror.
At one who isn't there.
Don't know.

Don't care.
Lost the image that once was.
He is no longer there.

Seeking images in mirrors.
Reflection of the past.

Here and now revisited.
My god we had a blast.

We danced at dawn by standing stones.
Before us lain but broken bones.

Of nuts and bolts.
One million volts.

Hair curling.
Witch burning.

Vampire hunting.
Ribbons and bunting.

Tied on trees.
Makers of stakes.

Handles for garden rakes.
Winding snakes.

Creepy spiders.
With fangs are glinting.

Voodoo queens.
As sunlight streams.

Time for bed.
Resting head.

Tomorrow night.
Time is right.

The vampire sleeps by day.
(c)LIVVI

My cheeks are painted yellow.
As the light begins to fade.
Coating my sweet cheeks in homemade lemonade.
My face is somewhat sickly sweet.
My toes seem bigger than my feet.
I'm tripping skywards in a dream.
Of candied slugs and magazines.
A diet that's precision based, where the scales only tell us lies.
Where terrorists are easy beat, as if they're fruity flies.
When journeys on trains are always pleasant.
How the beer is stronger the longer it ferments.
Where all the dolly birds make-up with cheapest brand cement.
For beauty is only skin deep and for missing youth I wholly weep.
Sitting on this planet while drifting off to sleep.
Inside my head a sorrow, that will for tomorrow keep.
(C) LIVVI

Life hath grown as a sprig of mint.
Fresh and new.
From hardened earth an old cold soul.
To warming coals

Spring is warming.
Tho days be but cold.
Daylight still short.

Mine heart to thee be wholly sold.

Thine inability should let the fires burn free.
As passion be arrested in development.
In constraints.

Irony of illness.
Physical inertia.
Wholesome in perfection.

As summer surges through the clouds.
You'll know mine heart be yours alone.
Matters not how long thy be.

Of hearts and minds.
You and I.
A knot that may be firmly tied.
(C) LIVVI

Major Tom's a spaceman.
Wing walker.
Space suit.
Mr Fix it.
Out in space.
Station without passing trains.
No sign of tracks.
Earth is dashing.
Flying past.
A blast in space.
Not lost in space.
No flowers or orchestral manoeuvres.
Just dancing in the dark.
(c)LIVVI

Find me a past I can collate.
A past I can rate.
A past to relate to.
A past with a future.
Embraced with endurance.
Dancing on hot coals.

Embrace the past lessons.
Of times so not well spent.
Find lovers and children.
Face indiscretions.
Back to front.
Inside of out.

Battle scarred.
A fire inside.
A bath edge tide mark.
A simple remark.
A discipline.
A need to win

The discarding of ******* into a fire.
Into a furnace.
Grimacing.
Can't care less.
It's all a lie.
Know why.
Nor how.

A cow.
Stood by an Indian stream
Waiting for goodness supreme.
Protected.
It's coming around.
(c)LIVVI

Have a passion for music.
A passion for plays.
Must be left overs of purplish haze daze.
A passion for words and good looking birds.
Elegant peacocks and pheasants that flap.
Tail feathers extended in preparation for glory.
Male display is a vigorous thing.
All for the sake of having a fling.
(c)LIVVI

Eyes too full with tears to cry.
Hunger gnaws away.
Chewing at inability to eat.
Sick and tired of living.
Too cold inside to give up and die.
You scream.
A tickle of fear.
What's next?
Not in agony persay.
You are crying for freedom.
Supported only by prickly pillows.
Enough is immense.
Too immense to bear.
You wait for the reaper.
For you, he is not grim.
He is awaited with excitement.
He is an absolute treasure.
A gift.
A perfection in relief.
He steals your last breath.
Your bedside friend.
This is the end for someone.
No body knows.
(C) LIVVI

Heaven's getting noisy.
It's brewing up a storm.
Kobain delighted.
Hand outstretched.
"Hey dudes you took your time,let's rock and roll".
Ian Curtis grins at last.
Lot less stress up here.
Lemmy's screaming Ace of Spades.
Bowie's chucking china girls,
Metaphorically of course.
Just having a chuckle.
A right regal jam.
They're dancing together.
An alternative dimension.
Making a royal racket.
The angels must be grinning wide.
So much class amusement.
Doing their latest gigs for free.
God,well he's in heavenly bliss.
Free music, classy music.
No way he's going to miss.
Party time upstairs.
(c)LIVVI

Pull the rip cord Major Tom.
Out to space lord Bowie's gone.
He was a hero.
A hero of mine.
Flamboyant as ever.
Hunky Dory.
Never expected.
A masterpiece stolen.
Such cruel disease.

Ziggy and his spiders sent the world sky high.
Aladdin Sane will long remain.
Photo albums.
Visual imagery.
Majestically magic.
In minds and hearts musical art.
Let's dance.
Last chance.
Way too soon.
Bye bye Bowie.
Sleep easy.
(c)LIVVI

Walked in with your eighties fashion.
Hair tumbled in front of wide ****** eyes.
Thought you loved Bowie once.
Fleetwood Mac.
Kate Bush.
Pete Gabriel.
Frank Zappa.
Genesis.
Pink Floyd.
Supertramp.
Dylan's blues.
Living fast.
Acid trips.
Frantic hips.
43, pass it to me.
That's what they said in my day.
Hay day.
Years gone by.
Hazy,
Crazy lady.
Club Manhattan
Mados' bar.
My God,
Those times they were a changing.
At the time I never knew.
Hard to believe normality,
Would kind of capture me and you.
Know no-one from the past.
Anymore.
Maturity.
Changed the score.
*** and drugs.
Became a bore.
Creativity does it for me.
Lurks inside my funny head.
Goodnight,
Gods bless the friends,
I left there in the past.
Except the music,
Still plays power in my heart.
(c)LIVVI

I spied with my open eye a rabbit.
A wild one.
Brown with black ears.
Was beside the dual carriageway on the pavement.
Indecisive it shall be.
To meet fast trains upon the track.
Bunny please look before you leap.
In front of car or train.
For I shall weep.
More surely than the dawning.
For now is night-time and bunnies play.
And yet somehow a miracle.
They play on verges and near train tracks.
Always and onwards no turning back.
Yet tomorrow I shall come across the bridge.
My funny bunnies still play.
On occasions a rat dashes by my feet.
I don't like wild rats, but the bunnies are real sweet.
(c)LIVVI

Amorous sunlight touches water.
Romantic ballerina.
Rhythm of pointed tips,
Swirling in sparkling pirouettes.
Kissing morning.
Bouncing ripples.
Surface bubbles,  
Breaching each day.
Reaching skywards.
Always dancing.
Eternal beauty.
Gifts of nature's full grown maternity.
The birth of another lovely day.
(C) LIVVI

Delicious.
Lush.
Enjoyable.
Frozen.
Armless.
No need for gloves.
Hot.
Tasty.
Breadcrumbs.
Grilled.
FISH
FINGERS
SANDWICHES­.
(C) LIVVI

Making love in summer's sunlight.
Back dressed with strikes of strong tender fingers that listen to unspoken words.
Actions in accordance to perfect requests.
Chuckles of children created of love.
The reason for loves entry.
Immense perfection.
(C) LIVVI

Give us next summer.
Bring it on early.
Serve it to us on a silver platter.
Edged with rosebuds.
All dressed up in ****** pastel pink.
May it please be garnished with the glow of sunshine's kiss.
Bring a change unseasonal.
Such ample bounds of bliss renewed.
Totally abnormal.

Instead of tumultuous wind and rain.
Introduce the sun again.
Let us shake hands with the foxes.
They who left their gloves behind in the park.
Digitalis you know, **,** ,**.
Christmas just gone.
Time for some fun.
And tickle the kittens.
Who discarded their mittens.
On butterfly bushes outside in front gardens.
Cherish the thought.
They'll be no more floods.
And food won't run short .
All the bad folk be caught.
******* with silly string.
Carried away by a roc on the wing.
To a land where the bees made loads of honey.
There was no need for money and people never got sick.
But then again, without pleasure or pain. I'd realise.
I'd shot myself straight through the foot.
If people weren't ill,
I wouldn't get paid.
I'd have to find another trade.
Don't know what.
My pen's all gone to ***.
Time to relax.
Potentially sleep.
Night night.
(c)LIVVI

Why is man designed to die?
Perchance, perchance I wonder why.
The world may become too populated.
Weigh too much, of worldly worries.
Planet had a thundering head.
Just wishes she may go to bed.
Whistling winds.
Drums of thunder.
Deluged by rain.
Sit and wonder.
Count on the fingers of one hand.
Where pleasantries belie the land.
Moonface is watching, through curtains that twitch.
Death,although horrid is surely a gift.
(c)LIVVI

Cackling beneath the bridge
The fearsome beast, it roars.
Overhead swirling rain pours.
He dwells within the whirling swell.
Little fish flit,
They struggle against the tide .
Battling to stay alive.
It seems to be listening for tottering tootsies,
They fight to stay upright.
Fighting the blast.
Face punching.
The fearsome storm.
Legend supposes a fearsome troll hides neath the slippery pontoon.
I made it over much too soon.
Luckily I missed encountering said troll.
Must not like the weather either.
Hides in his hole.
(C) LIVVI

And there's an elephant in the room.,
When I'm with you.
It's standing there.
Everything will be alright.
A promise of light in darkness.
Our city is somewhat smaller.
Baby as it's ours.
And ours alone.

Not another soul outside.
Nor inside either out.
We're front to back and back to front.
We quench each others thirst with fire.
That burns within a cavern deep.

Chasm lain where daisies fell.
Where chains are made and bonds be grown.
Be not broken, nor undone.
Love is prized possession, only ever won.
With the flourishing growth the castle walls become surpassed.
Twisted foliage, edged with gold, silver and red.
Recollection that, perhaps.
Emotion known as cultured love,
May once again raise it's hallowed shiny head.
Tis a jigsaw puzzle to be built carefully, with stealth.
Wealth better be shared.
As pairs.
(c)LIVVI

May the sixteen year bring with it relief as 15 is discarded down acidic drains.
15 may rot beyond belief.
The stench of depression, near strangled me.
Choking vile.
The closest to death I got last year.
Than ever I have ever sailed past before
15 is soon past,
Heavens be praised..
16 must be better.
It couldn't be worse.
Last year, my saviour.
My personal angel.
A new job and the catharsis of verse.
I will kick 15 out with steel toe capped boots.
And 16 I welcome with a free flowing kiss.
Goodbye 2015.
Soon come and join me 2016.
(c)LIVVI

The child smiled happily as last Christmas left.
Day before yesterday, dashed in a flash.
Flying by on shining bike.
Little sister wheels her trike.
She's only little.
Struggles a bit.
Momma's pulling at her hair,
Stress caught up.
He don't care.
The rain.
It's helped the leaves become.
Start of next year on the run.
Hanging loosely, as pretty gems.
Seeking sun.
Pearly drops of rain just fall.
Mother of all, at nature's call.
Another noisy one,
Echoes heard loudly through the twisted trees.
Whistling wind, driving force.
Verdant tickles strike naked branches.
A short time ago, were but naked bare.
Bearing the raindrops on sodden heads.
Sundial, turns towards the sun.
Sadly none today.
Upside down.
Topsy-turvy.
Winter -springs.
Remember, the year of the buds that broke out in December.
(c)LIVVI

Won't care,
Can't care,
Whatever you say.
Rebel to the rotten core.
Bad apple.
Fell from the tree.
Pick up your guitar.
Beat it and play.
You,you kick her down.
Up, she jumps.
Stubborn mule.
Shirt thrusts and punchy.
Making a crust.
Rock beats and rivals.
Eternal survivor.
Battle weary.
Wearing storms.
Iron chains.
Stilettos.
Tattoos and diamonds.
She's just earning a lunch.
Living and loving.
Love ever after.
Beaten eggs and memories.
Rotten heart over done.
From the gutter up she leaps.
Darkest secrets always kept.
She's the rebel
Who hasn't got a clue.
Motor mouths and morons.
Knows just what to do.
Long way down the list.
Onwards and upwards with flick of her hips.
Hair long and fluffy curled over her *******.
She'll party forever.
Unstoppable.
Heart strings and catgut.
Eternity's rock chick in the purplest haze.
(c)LIVVI

Holiest of communions with Earth our mother.
Earth, she spins as a dancer.
Man, the stupidest species gets not dizzy.
Holding tight.
Shortest days and darkest nights.
Urge towards sunshine.
Into the light.
Making love on warm dry grass in shades of pink.
Whole soul stroking.
Worldwide.
No divides.
Without boundaries.
More life foretold in a perfect prophecy.
Namaste .
Brothers,
Sisters.
Hailstones and thunder.
Awesome power natures' wonder.
Namaste.
(c)LIVVI

I love you in the early spring as the flowers reach the sun.
I love you in the summer time when the beach front lures us in.
I love you in the autumn time as we kick the fallen leaves catching them playfully as they're carried on the breeze.
I love you in the winter dawn when in bed together we snuggle as love itself be born.
(c)LIVVI

My father.
Thou now dwells in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name.
Yesterday battles to find a slot.
Within the land of tomorrow.
Well everyone knows, tomorrow never comes.
Yesterday, well it never left.
My father who art in heaven.
He left me a legacy.
From the land where pens play freely making words,
Pictures and scribbles.
Colours bright and vivid words.
Visions from words.
Words from visions.
Experiential images.
Crazy, mutated cultivation.
Preordained Christmas celebration.
Written in those stars that always twinkle.
In the eye of the mind.
(c)LIVVI

Having a bad hair day.
Felt death creeping closely.
Almost smelled it
How much I don't know.
Dawned on me rapidly.
Things fading fast.
At the end of the line the lifesavers.
They come.
Woven magic.
All sorted out.
Thank heavens.
Relieved .
Night terror.
Night shift.
Thank God I'm in bed
Tonight I rest.
In peace.
(c)LIVVI

I wonder why the news is yours?
It's always introduced that way.
Good news never happens.
It's always black and never white.
With talk of bombers and shoppers.
Men with choppers who'll see you in bed.
Dentures that is if you think I'm dark.
Politicians in big wigs that slip to one side.
The news belongs to the broadcaster.
Not mine or yours.
Opening doors.
Bad news soars.
Happy Christmas lads and lasses.
(c)LIVVI

One potato.
Two potato,
Potato three.
Hangs heavy upon the Christmas tree.
Swinging there beside the glamorous sparkly baubles.
Upon the top a tarty barbie.
The residue of Christmas past.
When darling daughters played with dolls.
Barbie wears a grubby dress.
Fake nylon hair a ****** mess.
The grandkids stuck on plastic wings.
A little authenticity.
Teased by the season to be jolly.
Phoney grins.
Old ladies gins.
And buckets of whisky.
The lovely old dear is a little bit frisky.
Out with the lunch.
All sit and munch.
Hey **.
Hope we have snow.
Not a chance.
A merry dance in total farce.
Ladies and gentlemen.
The English lady poet is having a giraffe.
She's a little loud.
Always proud.
What more can I say?
(c)LIVVI

Waited in a graveyard.
Full with silent emptiness.
Until your chains rattle.
Aware again.
Stirring as if a toxic tangerine cocktail.
The chains are sounds of dashing cars and stormy weather.
Playing with the winter trees.
Dried out leaves.
Fiddling with thought patterns.
Incantations.
Flying past onward moving.
Razor blades skimming.
Wild and windy,
Tempestuous.
Teasing thoughts from the abyss.
Taunting.
Teasing.
No more than unwanted recollections.
LIVVI

It's all so different now.
The tide laps onto my toes.
Water swathed with the **** of the sea.
Its salty aroma tantalises my nares.
Once upon a time,
I loved the sea with all of my heart and most of my soul.
The water would soothe all my cares away.

I would stand up in a start as you passed me by yet again.
My Adonis in silver.
I say silver, because time stole the black as it passed.
You never knew.
I was your silent witness.
I'd watch you pass by.
Envious, I'd never say.
I wouldn't dare.
A different woman upon your arm.
Even a man or two.
That baffled me.
I never knew.
Never suspected that I'd be rejected.
We were close.
So close.
My excitable quiver,
A cold shiver, as you walked away.
You left our friendship behind.
These days you know,
I don't think I mind anymore.
(c)LIVVI