Bitter be thine acid tears.
They burn.
Painfully those tears fall.
Thine breath be stifled.
Thy love may be immeasurable.
Mine eyes are pouring rainbows.
They trickle down my nose.
Mine heart so soft, so gentle once.
Was property of yours
Give it back to me.

Should  wild horses pick me up.
Carry me back to you.
May commonsense  inside my soul, grow perfect wings, and fly away.
Could have loved you forever, in the land of never ever.

(c)LIVVI

Forever basking in eternal light?
If heaven exists, may I find it.
Not in any hurry.
A slow meander ,
Down the stream of life as it flows.
To figure out my direction.
Most extreme pleasure may be found.
One day eh!
Can be sensed in the joints of aching bones.
Of standing upright garden gnomes.
Standing guard over pond life.
Water boatmen skit the film.
They're making a movie.
Winter's subject maybe skating on ice.
Don't see them much in winter time.
Summer's theirs and also mine.
The night is creeping in.
Darkness catching up.
It's cold.
I am too.
The weather is changing.
Been all over the news.
Life on Earth is almost hell.
Throwing coins into a wishing well.
They don't come true.
Just leave me broke.
Fried eggs on toast, too skint for yolk.
Hell yes, I'm cold and tired.
Still writing, trying to joke.
Livvi

Upon the wild and windy moor,
Across the hill tops hear her roar.
Echoing betwixt the hillocks.
Through fields wrapped in old stone walls.
Bright night coming, lantern calls.
The lantern carried be of the moon.
A fix of moonlight in the gloom.
As you do rest warm, safe in your bed,
The wind howls onwards like the dead.
Near Halloween, I hear you say.
The dead indeed come out to play.
May the sun rise high on all souls day.
So the dead may return to their airless beds.
Only silence live within their heads.
Sleepers.
(C)LIVVI

Changing your mind.
Forgetting.
Unkind.
In hell.
You can't tell.
In a cell.
Coiled medusa.
Brain muddling.
Befuddled.
Consumed by long term thoughts.
"Hello, do I know you?"
Confused by short.
Dementia, ******* dementia.
Sadly snared.
Used to dance on wood tipped points.
For all the world to see.
Maybe play concerto's.
Remember the steps.
Recalling the notes.
Impresario on ivory.
Gliding of the pure white swan.
Fading recollections.
Just about gone.
Once beautiful body.
Beautiful mind.
Do you know what you've become?
Poor being.
Lovely lonely,
Long lost soul.
(c)LIVVI

You were her beautiful  magic man.
Godly in stature,
A giant of minute man.
Insignificant to all others, but to her, the most amazing one.
Her heart you snatched, tore her soul.
It pumps in her chest but her most precious jewel's captured, tight within your hand.
She waits silently.
She's sad, must be sad to wait.
But, your fingers are holding tight,
She's never far from sight, nor mind.
You know she's always there.
The phone calls to you subtly,
Every time it rings you wonder.
Will it be?
Could it be?
Her!
You, you're just running scared.
You could have had it all.
Darling, as if a hedgehog, you stole her life.
In fact you stole her all.
You her yellow lover,coiled in a tight protective ball.
Still you're waiting for that call.
(C) LIVVI

Welcome to my world today.
Come inside and let us play.
Play not pray.
Just must forget a stormy world all drenched with sweat.
It's hot on the wards.
The heating's on.
Bathe us with a waterfall, hold us high let us not fall.
I'll  hold your love within my heart.
If you will hold my tender hand.
Write a poem,create some art.
I live for love, I long to live.
Exploring some new dimension, the tiniest bit scary.
A nurse in medicine acute.
Tis time to wait and see.
TIME TO GROW NEW SKILLS,WELCOME IN THE REAL ME.
(c)LIVVI

Eventual obscenity scribble on a prison wall.
Trouble called in desperation, as pride it came, long before the fall.
The lions roar and reap their toils.
As dogs of war chase cats who spoiled.
Street corners at midnight.
Those cats, they are calling in adamant rapture.
Avoiding the parasites who capture,
and incarcerate.
The words on the street that the world's in a state.
For love and religion.
All that's corrupted.
Collecting amethyst, to purchase angel dust.
Angel dust took the hand of the loser, who feeds supply with demand.
Back on the corner or a heap on a kerb.
Thereafter follows a funeral dirge.
Purged.
(c)LIVVI

Scratching pebbles.
Seeing the dog walkers.
Down by the river.
The stalkers?

Hunting for stars.
While playing guitars.
Presentation on violins.
Serenading his lady.
Using his voice.
Pure perfection.
Not his choice.
He's playing at love.
Puppies are adorable, usually.
This dog.
Well,
Only as adorable as a hound from hell.

Seconds and moments.
Mementos and chocolates.
Him, sleeping beneath the trees.
Brow dripping,
salted perspiration.
Wasting away.
Wasting time.
Love playing games.

That was the summer, that was.
When love chased her.
Chased him too.
It chased him away.

And, you rarely hear birds sing in Venice.
They've flown, off chasing love for somebody else.
Clever birds, gave up on us.
(c)Livvi

Why is it that after a nap in the afternoon, that's what nanny's do, you know, that sleep evades as night time comes?
Scratch my head as on said bed, I sit and wait with net in hand to catch sleep of which now evades me.
Fading into tomorrow time,
Fortunately tomorrow's mine.
Watching Rick Wakeman, playing Vivaldi, dissecting four seasons.
That in itself most pleasing.
Painting pictures with music's imagination.
A reason for being awake.
Thank God for Vivaldi.
(c)LIVVI

Why my darling didst thou lie?
Encased in arms of another maiden?
Was she prettier than me?
Eloquent in speech and mind?
Wealthier than all the world?
Did she purchase diamonds for you?
Give you pearls?
Was she clingy?
Could you breathe?
Were you pleased with your encounter?
As you swum with sharks.
Wandered with whales.
Why did you try to steal coral for me?
Surely,you knew that the gifts living deep in the sea aren't there for you, to steal for me.
Your buddies dived in to track you down.
Snared by the octopus, in whose arms thou didst drown.
Her beautiful coral, most wonderful crown.
Belongs to her, not you or me.
Deep in the realms of under the sea.
(c)LIVVI

Sitting in the corner.
Rocking all alone.
Twiddling hair,
as rags round fingers.
Got her, like a dog it did,
Gnawing at a bone of marrow.
Depressed person.
Local opinions horribly narrow.

Fighting back.
Moving on.
Onwards and upward.
Drinking from a cheery cup.
Someone found an iron,
Ran along the seams.
Bang tidy,
Neat.
Chances for seeking dreams.
Remarkable.
Happily alone.
The dog got bored.
Discarded it's bone.
Wandered away.
Off chasing cats,
who in turn chase birds.

All gone.
For now at least.
Black dog resides in the land of the beasts.
(C)LIVVI

The eye of the storm is studying me.
Dancing through dark skies.
Eternally free.

Unlike the battalions stood on the field.
Soldiers of fortune are hiding from harm.
Tornado holds charms filled with only with magic.
Their soldier boys war is eternally tragic.
I don't want them to fight, it's really not right.
Storm winks his eye.
Sighs louder for sure.
War is a night terror with no known cure.
(c)LIVVI

She is woman.
Perfect form in porcelain.
Hands that move with tangerine passion.
Sunflowers.
Wallflowers.
Forget her nots.
Painting pictures.
Dot to dot.
Her garden further grows.
Lone green dot, to the tip of her nose.
As her paintbrushes tickle paradise.
Rolling rhymes complete her image.
Christened with her autograph.
(c)LIVVI

Take thine love.
Through a needle thread it.
Knot it safely 'pon the tip.
Ne'er may it slip.
At times, twill be taut and twisted.
Upon samplers,
such love loaded needle shall be run,
Led with care, through fabric squares and calico.
Love so sweet stumbles inwards, outwards.
No man shall ever know how such shiny love may flow.
It's leading needle, perhaps may scratch at times.
Golden flowing thread.
Together united, joined at the head.
Caught by the heart.
Together forever, nevermore to part.
(c)Livvi

Thine hath an ocean in thine eyes.
They have such calling, I'm wholly mesmerized.

Such depth they have, I'm drowning in.
Thine eyes as dark as mortal sin.
Punish me not for loving thee.

If I should hear a pin drop upon the ocean floor.

Would be merely echoing vibrations of the love we shared before.

Bright as a tantalising diamond.
Stranded on the mighty shore.

Tell me darling darkest eyes.
Wilt thou miss me evermore.

In my minds eye I shall reminisce.
Tenderness, most gentle kiss.

With heart and soul, I promise this.
Drowning in your darkest eyes.
A pain free pleasant way to die.
(c)LIVVI

RICHES
Land of multicolored dreams, where paper's made in pretty reams.
Land where pleasant peasants play, with quills made of peacock feathers,
Exercise in penning skills.
Bank notes made of paper, along with glossy magazines.
Elegant women popping pills.
Stinking rich images.
'pon covers of said magazine.
Magazine holds bullets, aimed at the perfect queen of hearts.
Writers twiddles and fiddle with their pen.
Oh joy, the reader sits and grins as here she goes again.
(c)Livvi

My crisps are potato creations.
My chips are micro, that's for sure.
Cheese and onion, ready salted, good to munch as snacks.
Offer me prawn cocktail crisps.
They make me sick, I'll give them back.
Smokey bacon, boy I'm quaking,
Almost tasting the flavour in anticipation.
From my head down to my toes.
Smokey bacon crisps, tantalise my nose.
They tell me new crisps and fries being created every week.
Cheese on toast crisps.
Well I never,
Roast dinner, sadly missing vegetables.
Holy ghost crisps.
Gone in a puff of eerie green smoke.
Think I'll stick to fries.
Can't do salt and vinegar.
The pong it makes me feel ill.
The taste is even worse.
(c)LIVVI

Venom be spat from the tongue that blinds.
Twixt the lovers.
Whose hearts, no longer entwined.
Words tied and tangled.
Twisted and lost.
Love becomes mangled.
Crumbled to dust.

No words dare be spoken.
The lovers that were.
Invoked the monster of Lady Medusa.
Screeching siren.
Lady's on fire.
Don't dare put her out.

Her eyes surely saved for you.
Muted sounds.
Exploding fear.
Hearing her dear.
Utters last squeak.
Unable to speak.
Bit his own tongue.
As she turns him to stone.
With eyes that don't see.
(c)LIVVI








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A million stars sparkling outside in the gloom.
So beautifully gleams the sky of night.
While sleepers sleep impeccably within the realms of rest in peace.
Tomorrow shall they arise again.
As bright as sparkling diamonds

Once more to face the daily strain.
Daily toils, once more.
Of potentially going to war.
Hopping on commuter trains.
Like penguins up for catching fish.
Served up on a guilt edged dish.
Poor Michael, he was one you know.
Laughed at the fact.
That the wind wouldn't blow.
Who remembers poor old Michael Fish?

War in the city.
Where politicians swing as pendulums.
The wind in the house the hot type.
Emitted from many stuck up butts.
Whiffs and Whigs.
Broken twigs.
No notice paid to issues green .
In service of H.M the Queen.

Don't know what they're voting for.
A few rude words spoken.
A group of noisy chaps so ******.
A gang of wild animals.
They're starting to squabble.
Politicians party.
Unholy rabble.

Reading speeches from notes.
Prepared by someone else.
The lady of the house.
Picked up the latest speech.
Just a little p*ssed.
He didn't grab his speech at all.

Was just a shopping list.
Stood up on the podium,
Check out his change in mood.
His most profound of words.
Was just a list of food.

Queer as a fish.
Hate to say.
The nicer ones, just merely gay.
They're just as queer as kippers are.
Vocal politicians supporting the bar.

Debate over.
Time to head home.

Steps into the ministerial car.
The tatty black car,
Heap of scrap metal.
Press car in pursuit.
Put your foot hard to the pedal.
Another boo boo, that nobody missed.
The p.m's speech and the shopping list.
(c)LIVVI

A river runs upwards.
It's drowning the trees.
The children screaming, all bought to their knees.
The hills are inverted, they're off underground.
The heavens are calling, they're calling to war.

For I am woman.
Wily woman, creature of power.
For now, women worldwide let this be your hour.
Air heads and flower pots.
I am not.
Neither are you.
Kick of your shoes.
Dance on hot coals.
Glass ceilings got shattered.

Modern day lady, whether or not.
Freedom to live, freedom to love.
But, I wouldn't mind a millionaire.
As long as he's got most of his teeth and some of his hair.
(c)LIVVI

In distress a heart that's drained,
Collapses as, no pain it feels.
Left behind wheals of the scarring chords of world in bidding, for redress,to sounds of music, deafening as thunder claps and lightning bolts, around thine head as if a crown, so rendering the wearer dead.
Icy silence, walks in tombs.
Walls all painted blood maroon.
Going underground into vaults that stink.
Paintbrush, enters stage left, paints darkened catacombs in vibrant candy pink.
Invigorated heart that's free.
As if a bird, whose name is me.
(c)LIVVI.

You held mine eyes as thunderclaps.
Deafening.
Blinding.
Hearing only of the love, you let me see.

In whispers of technicolour.
Rainbows mount the skyward stairs.
While walking in February snows.
Saw powder puffs of icicles, brush softly on your nose.
They were playing games with you, as once, thou didst with me.
As cold inside you made me feel, believed the words you said were real.
You were a fantasy, existing within a fantasy.
A fable, where the cards you offered,
lain not upon an honest table.
For the land in which the good man dwells is filled with hornets, straight from hell.
Left dangled on a silken rope, whereupon I find no hope.
Love is for only the wittiest jesters.
In my empty heart, your lowly memory slowly festers.
(c)LIVVI

I am just a city girl, I'm calling up at city lights.
The daily roar of traffic, unsettling on this chilly Tuesday night.
I am frightened by my shadow, as sunlight comes around.
I ran along the pathway outside my darkened house.
Heard a creature snuffling, perhaps it was a mouse.
Then my lovely carer crept outside the bungalow.
Oh no, my shuffler got trod on.
She thought it was the discarded head of a tatty old brush.
A broom head, chucked out in the gloom.
It was a little hedgehog.
Poor creature creeping around in the dark.
Went indoors.
Found a torch.
The pig of the hedge had gone.
My carer told me she felt guilty.
I said she need not be.
As the hedgehog, scared by heavy feet.
Was up the pathway nibbling meat.
The meat was meant for me.

(c)LIVVI

Once upon a time, the child of a hero knelt.
In honour of his father's memory, of the life he never spent.
The child lifted mountains, held them high upon his head.
His father did so too, long before his death did call.
He always loved his father dear but, now his father's dead.

His mother loved him all the world.
His long black hair tenderly curled.
It fell about his shoulders bare.
Sadly, his father was not there.
The only things remaining of  father dear father, merely carbon dated principles, found writ upon an icy rock.
Existing in a fantasy, a book of ancient heroes.
He looked up at his mother, she who loved both of them so.
Buried his book of honour, beneath the winter snows.
As spring broke through a sudden thaw, father back once more from war.
Somehow his heart and mind survived.
A son and heir as unexpected.
(c)LIVVI

In moments of contemplation our heads bow silently.
We are deep in thought, profound in nature.
Huddled together.
Internally begging.
Pleas to the powers that be, to set us free.
Collective consciousness please feed our positive power.
Pleas for consensus of opinions.
That they can only find a match stick without a coated head, so it may ignite no further.
Surely our fine deities would not approve, of all the evil deeds here done.

Just be another battle, that no-one ever won.
Release us of our burden.
By ways of tongues that utter logic.
Of brewing war that's eating at the core of too many sour apples,
So be it.
A message from Earth and her inhabitants to those in control of everybody's destiny.
(c)Livvi

Streets lit by car lights.
Carriages long gone.
Two wheeled horses banging on and on.
Huge machines.
C.C's please me.
Tearing by, proud as ever.
Sporting moments, wearing leather.
Thunderstorms on burning wheels.
Dusty trails on city streets.
Desert highway cruising.
Motors always running.
Heat haze.
Rainbow oil stains.
Ride the long and short of all.
Solo.
Pillion.
One in a million.
Thrill on the back of a mighty bike.
(c)LIVVI

As granite stands with sullen face.
As shall she beat with loves embrace.
As garlands tangled through her hair.
Twisted quaint and beautiful.
All diamond spangles bought to bare.
Upon a cushion, resting there.
As a marigolds unfolding petals, flutter slowly to the deck.
Where hen and **** birds, doth respect each others humble point of view.
That love before thy ne'er knew.
As bumblebees and butterflies, between them ever fertilise.
As strength grows more each day be passed.
In hope we pray thy love shall last.
Eternal as that granite mound, as love in thine iced heart be found.
Thine heart be ever truly frozen, granite set immovable,
Set in stone.
The cold heart of the lonely one.
(c)LIVVI

There be a tavern in the town.
Today, will be such a special one.
Sunshine and roses.
Several carnations.

Wedding party, out for fun,
Intermingled with everyday drinkers.
Outside in the sunny weather.
Smokers and drinkers,
Men in blue jeans and eye catching black leathers.

Today, should be a special day.
Women in fanciful fascinators, tight fitting dresses, silky tights.
Dancing on tables.
Long into the night.

A flagon of beer, a bottle of wine.
Discussing everything ironically.
With the rest of the crowd.
Which, one of them is mine or hers or even his.
Their drink that is.

Opinions change as the beverages flow.
Talking regular bull as the drink feeds the flow.
The flow of the conversation that is.
Loudly.
By the end of the night, knowing everyone's biz.
There is no volume control, evening flows on twisted tongues.

Look left, look right, straight in front of you, they're starting a fight.
Noise is enhanced by the wailing of sirens,
Those harpies with hairpins, sat on cheap plastic chairs.
Look out you lot, the blues and twos are coming.
Invading your space, just at that moment you're slapping her face.
Such a disgrace.
Bundled into the back of the van.
Two wrecked wretched women.
One stroppy man.
If nothing else fuels arguments, drink sure as hell can.
(c)LIVVI

Tiny petrified planet shaking in the undergrowth.
All life could be destroyed.
Ignoring the irony of wars that walked before.
Indiscriminate.
Petty bits of squabbling, soon turning into all out war.
Faces of crying infants bleed.
The war machine they continue to feed.
Sadly shallow.

Silent streets,
Cold retreats.
The buzzing bombs and calls to pray.
War is queer, nothing gained.
Oblivion has no answers for the necromancers and the poets.
The peaceful and the simple ones, no optimism left

Once upon a time a chalice,
Edged with hearts and flowers bust.
Sure and certain of destruction.
Blood lust.

Crimson blood, became jet black.
The mindless demons did attack.
The Russians and Americans,
Joint force in eerie unison.
Unison of misdemeanour,
England expected to do her bit as the world is turning sour.
Stop and think, respect our world.
These could become our Earth's final hours.
(C) LIVVI

Velvet box with nothing in.
A saffron hat without a pin.
Pair of shoes that want to win.
An umbrella that turns inside out.
Caught by a gale.
Scream and shouts at broken brolly.
Woman in high heels looks like a dolly.
Way she's walking, looks like a wally.
Irritating like a spot.
A spot that's becoming an irate boil.
Wants your fella.
The poet can tell you.
And she's going to tell her.
Not a chance unless hell freezes over.
No way in hell is she losing her lover.
(c)Livvi

A few short weeks of crippling winter.
Lips that bite.
Feet that slip.
Starts with frost.
"Hello Jack".

Rouged cheeks.
Stranded in spots.
Forwards.
Backwards.
Sideways skid.
Always cold
Got the hots for blizzards and most wintry weathers.

Who needs to wrap up well in the 'hood.
Wintery weather.
Profoundly good.
Thickest coat with furry hood.
It's great because you pile on clothes
Keen to beat the bitter cold.
is magnificent.
Feeling alive.
The colour of the clouting cold.
Heavy bundled a strolling clothes horse.
Nose running, loving winter *******.
(c)Livvi

War is brewing.
Bubbling in a melting ***.
Smelling of the devil.
Sulphurous and raw.
Winged assailants chucking their bombs.

Link hands and hold on tight.
Let love move in overnight.
Warriors we have to stop.
Sisters beseeched by others take control.
As we are mother nature's soul.
They tell us only good can triumph.
But the temperature's rising.
It's going to blow.
Such hatred, such spite.
The war machine, so hateful is spoiling for a fight.
(c)Livvi

Stuck in the bottom of an empty keg.
Someone got there before me and polished off the contents.
At least in a keg with no beer in, at least I'll never drown.
Wish I'd got there first.
It may have softened this rotten blow.
The apple pips are sprouting now, there's nowhere left to go.
The only way is upwards moving, apparently it seems.

The ivory tower is greasy and filled with many queens.
The kings dance round the chess board,
Arrogance personified.
That can't be denied.
The knights all lost their horses.
They all fell down and died.
The bishops they all waffle.
Whispered words of religion, a little bit of politics.
Polished hearts and mitres.
Super load of ***** tricks.
They're all out to spite her.

They all seem smitten with her kitten, but her dog stepped in and barked.
Chased the cats and kings away.
She's up and dressed, off out to play.
With traffic on the highway
Screaming loudly,
I ain't playing silly games of chess or towers.
Tomorrow the laziest lady is grabbing back the power.
(c)Livvi

Ivory towers.
Standing still.
Many hours.
Muddy ground.
Flower beds.
Growing falling sun.
******* heads.
Very heavy.
Missing moments.
Little pleasure.
Getting scary.

Scarred for life.
Seeds and pips.
Rose tinged hips.
Green grass .
Top brass.
Trumpet, trombone.
Noisy music.

Hanging phone.
Approximation of waiting time.
Twenty years.
You'll be fine.
Locked up.
Prison cell.
Can't tell.
How long.
Breathe.
Close eyes.
All gone.
Sink teeth hard into fruity scone.
Enjoyed it a little.
Now all gone!
(c)Livvi

Oh pillars of power.
Sentinels, guardians of our mother sun.
We come forth to relish your wisdom.
To revel in your all revealing light.
Stones standing eternal, forever immortal.
Brothers, sisters, come stand before them.

Worshipping lovers , embracing the sunrise.
Banners flying, rainbows held high.
Holding the night time at bay, as we play.

This is the time of your life, my friends.
World without end.
Two solstices.
.June and December.
Join us good fellows ,come be free.

Each year be different, pray always remember.
Monolithic structures, bathed by the rain, savouring the sun.

Festival goers come along.
Party inside the fence for free.
Open your hearts.
May your minds eye reveal such truths.
Yet unknown.


Vernal equinox.
New life.
Most venerable equinox may we feel the source of the changes you bring.
We feel them as we kneel in your honour.
Respecting the vibe.
Come together, as one, let us all be alive.
Souls and spirits intermingle as the moonlight blesses them.
The sunrises lifting hearts and vibrant minds.
Vernal equinox, heralding spring.
Of the spring buds and bees and the tickling breeze.
Fab to be free.
Bearing flowers of pink red and golden, with garlands of green.

Summer solstice, she wears the dress of summer's sun.
Warming, protective.
Midsummer's  night,
Blessed be the longest night.
Glory to the longest day, where fairies flit and pixies play.
Pagans and maidens, come dance in delight.
Height of summer, vibrant and wild,
In the moonlight, the dance of the flowing haired child.

Autumnal equinox, reliever of  leaves.

Solstice of midwinter, brings forth the shortest day.
Ivy boughs and holly trees.
Magical mistletoe borne of the wizards, the pagans and mystical ravens.
Be kissed by winter's finger  tips.
The touch of the chill as it nibbles the lips.


Come brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
Come seeks us and find perchance, romance.
Romancing the ancient ones.
No rhyme or reason not to come.
Brothers and sisters be blessed by the sun.
Mystical season.

These all entrancing stones,  placed to be revered.
In line with the rising sun.
As seasons change, we shall be as one.
Souls and spirits intermingle as the moonlight blesses them.
The sunrises lifting hearts and vibrant minds.

You stand, we dance.
Ride the spirits, feel the vibe.
Festival goers are coming, they're thriving.
Buzzing with glee.
Welcome us with open arms.
Amulets and magic charms.
Romancing beneath our holy moon.
Magical, mystical, sense airs and attitudes.
Standing stones.
Worshipped by many.
Revered sincerely.

In mode of festival, vibrancy pulse.
People, powerful people, come watch us dance.
To the beat of the drums and the carnival air, in bright spirited revellers together, so  shall we share.
Druids and hippy folk together.
May they relish the joys of freedom.
Life is short.
Breathe in the passion , bathe in the love.
One love forever.
Respect our stones.
Our blessed mother earth.
Sensational rhythm of love and peace.
Flowing, spirit release.
Essence of the stones.
We are free spirits.
May our free spirits to mingle with those of the stones.
A past, a present and future.
Eternally yours.
Love and peace.
(C) LIVVI

She sits.
Wondering how to reach the sky.
A fix of magic tricks.
To make her fly.
She'll cry for it.
Lie for it.
Maybe even die for it.

She sighs for it.
You can see it in her saucer eyes.
She's flying at last.
What happened yesterday's only the past.

Sky scraping.
Risk taking.
Meat hooks.
***** looks.

Bouncing on pavements with forbidden ones.
Daughters together and unholy sons.
Sniffing a thin line.
A hit, at a wild time.
It caught her badly.
Cut to ribbons.

Bites with sickness.
Bleeding out silently.
Mellow sounds of Stevie Nicks.
Beat through her brain, like kettle drums.
Living life supporting bums.
The gorgeous dolly.
Off her trolley.
Biscuit crumbs.
Missing mums.

Snatching supreme highs.
At the back of her chemical eyes.
Defiantly deviant.

For the life she once had retreated inside.
Her very soul defeated.
By the touch of the dealer man.
She beaten inside and out.

Uppers and downers.
Picks up out of townies.
And she's a singer.
Her song is sung for punters.

A taster.
A sample of what they're gonna get.
She looks at her discarded needles.
Set of works that work.
Another ugly fella.
Just another ****.

The working girl she goes berserk.
Ask her, she'll tell ya.
She's just gotta work.

Jupiter's rising.
Ecstatic moon.
Needs another hit now, it's hellish too soon
Slaps on her heels.
Finds appalling man, somehow appealing.

She plays for the pimple who stranded her there.
She no longer feels.

Life ebbing out of her.
Sold her soul for rock 'n' roll.
Questions the beautiful place that she lingers in.
Not beautiful.
Abysmal.
Dismal.
No choice.
Her song always the same, has little choice.

The singer wants her song to stop, but just can't find her voice.
Drugs sicken her.
Money all spent.
Stand up.
Be counted.
****** repent.
You bet ya, she can't.
Stuck in a hole, with a drug ridden soul.
Hunting for dragons, in the back of their wagons.
A ***** for old rope, a little more dope.
(c) Livvi

My shadow seems to follow me, into the nether world, tween sleep and wake, rather wrecked, being tired does that to me.
And as I fight to stay alert my eyelids hurt, they struggle to defeat this night with perfect sprite.
A living flame.
Keen and burning.
Eyes are yearning for the sight and mind of moody moon tonight.
Keen in spirit, not in mind,as night-time colonises my brain.
Staying alert but, a bitter pain, for which no pills can take this ill.
Doubt I'll ever see it again.
My mortal endeavour, one in a million, to see Diana blaze in vermilion.
A gorgeous dress I'm sure she'll sport.
Witnessed only, should I not be caught.
In realms of sleep or I shall weep, for missing the event of the lunatic season.
Without a **** good reason.
(c)Livvi

Will be staying awake to catch hold of the moon,
Glowing in crimson.
It's the devil's moon, so they say.
Ultimately, shadow play.
(C) LIVVI

Frankenstein's bride, she crept up the stairs.
Knows they're all watching but, just doesn't care.
Gothic by nature, she doesn't mind.

Her hair hangs black in a deadly attack.
She's looking for something that she'll never find.
She has a ***** that has become loose.
Sadly so has he.
Picked up a wrench fit for a monkey.
Frankenstein's monster is falling apart.
Twists it and turns it.
Really tight.
Sorts out her nut job.
And his.
Everything's gonna be alright!
(C) LIVVI








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It's half past twelve.
You look up at me like an innocent child.
Doleful like you'd just been scolded.
You had, I just told you off.
Big eyes looking up at me.
You tickled me with your tongue.
Accidentally caught me with your tooth.
Maybe it was delivered deliberately.
A subtle hint to go out with you.
I say "walkies," you jump up like a loony.
Your hint worked perfectly.
(c)Livvi

Rain falling at midnight.
Clock strikes thirteen.
Speaking of love.
Speaks verbatim.
Says as is believed.
What she's wanting to hear.

She is his treasure.
He keeps her locked in a passion ***.
Smokes a pipe, of you know what.
He puffs cos he's loving it.
Keeps him all mellow.
Inside his blood runs a strange shade of yellow.
No choice of his own, red streaked with terror.

He reaches his pint.
It helps him forget.
That war experience making him wretched.
Clumsy and hopeless.

His love here lays dormant.
He so wants to love her.
Sadly he can't.

A victim from Nam.
Iraq and Japan.
Wars won and two.
He can't love you.
Or her or anyone else.
He is the sad hero who can't love himself.

His war is over now.
He drifts off to sleep.
Dream lady lover.
Please don't cha weep.
(c)Livvi

A last dance at sunset.
The sky falling in.
Blood moons, eclipses.
All ending too soon

Sleeping in bed.
Lonesome as ever.
Playing chasing games.
With the land of never,
Never ever.

Never know more.
Not ever lest, neither.
A bite out the sun.
World's a survivor.
The river's turned into blood.
Flowing.
Washed up on the muddy bank.

Vermilion, orange, turquoise bright blue.
This place is a mess and it's all about you.
You, who no longer exists.
A pain in a hear felt.
Missing a beat.
So sorely missed.
Gone forever.
Love in a mist.
(c)Livvi

The farmer had a gigantic ****, a super Sunday lunch!
(C) LIVVI

**** chucking his weight around.
Hardship chap is sailing away,
Filling in forms on office computer.
From yesterday into today.
And into the future.

And **** he says you're much too early, got you by the short and curlys.
Chaps a freaking telly tubby.
Wearing no hat but, his jobs worth hat.
Me, well I am no snob.
Will be glad to start my job.
Sitting in benefit heaven.
Watching the security guard pacing the floor.
Snotty mother, him not me.
Benefits given for free?
The porky chap is joking.
Asked to use the lavatory.
There isn't one within,
Where on earth's this old woman to go to discard her gin.
(c)Livvi

Looking at young men walking by.
Realising I'm old, now I just cry!
Livvi

Believed she  was forever young.
The tides they told her with their sound, as they pounded the immortal shore.
The wheat in the fields bowed and rustled,swinging to the beat of time.
One man entirely dressed in black, enforced the fact the mother earth be failing fast.
For she be not immortal after all.
Shut up.
Listen.
Hear her call.
Once man thought he had it all.

Bees still buzzing furiously.
The word is on the block.
Butterflies flit on fragile wind.
Man sees how much these creatures mind.
People power set our mother free.
Nurture her upon our knees
No more wanton war destruction.
May our planet live in peace.
Breathe in the air.
Pray sweet release.
(c)Livvi

There were twelve in the room.
The room of the feast.
One attendee was the beast.
The uninvited one.
Poured scorn upon his company as one by one they ate their tea.
The first two had roast beef, coated with lashes of horseradish sauce.
The second two they both had fish, deep fried served with peas and chips.
A little more weight round their porky hips.
Three to five had boiled crab, served with salad, and several French fries, okay frites,
Six and seven only wanted sweets.
Eight and nine, shared jar of cockles , a jar of chewy rubber bits, all served up in brine.
Eleven and ten started to cuss, wanted a huge bowl of custard.
Such a mighty fuss.
None left, six and seven polished it off.
All satisfied and fit to burst, number twelve's diet was worse.
Not much left over, so he ate all the rest.
Livvi

The father, the son and the holy ghost.
Burning bread which Satan bakes.
Three sit together,united as one, making most wonderful holy toast.
Demonic one, in his dominion,always baking, making cakes.
Spreading their toast with salted butter.
Devil bakes cakes, for a society wedding.
This poet is a freaking ******.
Last major cake that Satan made, was for the wedding of Otis Redding.
With qualifications, in cake making,a master baker, so I'm told.
Heats up his red hot fiery oven.
Melts down pieces of eight and gold.
Always makes a baker's dozen.
Cooks meals for his minions, down in hell.
Satan the baker, hey dig that smell.
(c)Livvi

Budded, broke unto true bloom.
Petunia by any name.
Stalking petals in the room.
Presence of flowers but, a game.
Silken twists of pretty petal.
Thine beauty played to music loud
To the hell of heavy metal.
Enough to wake dead ones, in the crowd.
Sleeping souls that cannot hear.
Beat of tree trunks as they fall.
Holding none, who still live dear.
Trunks of trees, making poles, as such support, the sleepers call.
The voice of twisted sisters here.
Listen close and thy shall hear
(c)Livvi

Solo plimsoll on the shore.
Deflated ring of confidence,ripped apart,
Jetsam, coloured bit of art.
Plastic naval stripes and anchors
Discarded by some sulky kid.

Kicked out in a rampant strop.
The old dear, won't buy him an ice cream.
He kicks off again.
Nothing new.
A lad who's full of fits and starts.
Really should know better.

He reads his mum.
Like she's an open letter.
Telling him what he has to do.

He really should behave better.
Always gets his own way.
Chucked that bit of buoyancy aid on to a rock and ripped it.
Kicked his plimsoll in the sand.
Stormed off in a childish huff.
He should know so much better.
He's fifty three, out of his tree.
Always gets his own way.
(c)Livvi