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

America oh land of the free.
What you gonna do for me.
Or your people.

Trump chucking vile insults.
And the snakes in my hair are fighting each other.
Bill and Ben just skittles in flipping power struggles.
Poor Mohammed he's viewed differently,
But in life he's just the same.

Hillary is wondering who's gonna be her husband's latest conquest.
Guess it doesn't matter much.
Just forgive and forget.
Trumps' a misogynist, a giant lump of liar.
If he gets  elected  the world  be on fire.

Oh America,
Land of the brave,
Land of the free.
What about England?
Talk bout sweet England.
You'd be having a laugh.
England merry?
Messy England.

Perhaps a giraffe could do a better job.
Head in the noisy clouds.
Cameron's list  of toffee beaks.
The larks of summer crash to earth.
Summers' gone.
Tory rebirth.
Hoping not.

England's renewal.
Vapour trail,
Teresa's rule.
Tory woman.
Nobody's fool.
Shame eh.

Oh England
Merry England.
Descending,
Going down the pan.
It's chaos.

While Putin is disputing the way the world will go.
Boom boom.
Bang bang,
Seems to believe he's Superman.
Running the race at his pace.
A trending mosquito.
Irritant
Dangerous.
Viral.

Oh hell.
Planet's just a bowling ball.
Well  well.
Blackest magic in the air,
Who cares?
Be scared.
Very afraid.

It's grey this August,
Truly madly, deeply,
A darker shade of grey.
(c)LIVVI   .

I awoke today to find there was was no-one around.
I looked out of my hazy bedroom window.
All I could see was fields.
Miles of fields.
Grass, verdant in blazing blades.
Above my window hung a helicopter.
Hovering as a silent bird.
I was in a land where nothing was, save me.
The grass, the helicopter.
I tried to get the pilot of the mighty silent craft to acknowledge my being.
For last night I drifted into sleep in the suburbia of city lights.
Today I wake and nothing's left.
What on Earth I think?
No sense of panic here-within.
I just enjoyed the peace.
Not a thought entered my mind.
Well no thoughts of concern for sure.
Me, my bedroom, miles of grass and best of all no war.
I did however wonder.
Just how one large house,
it's inhabitants and all had gone asunder.
Perhaps it was the evening wind.
Maybe we were washed away in the torrential rain.
It wasn't Heaven, nor was it Hell.
My head it hurts, not feeling well.
My daughter leaned right over me caring as caring could be.
An egg maybe born of an ostrich protruded from my brow.
Must have fallen over.
Don't know how.
Looked out of the window.
No more surreal visions.
The cars went dashing by.
Well at least I didn't die!
(C) LIVVI