STRANGE TIMES
I have a penthouse apartment in the back of beyond.
It's in the distance.
Painted on a skyline,
Silhouetted in ebony black.
It's in another city,
I know not where.
It has darkness and sorrow,

Maybe finding it is attainable.
A raven, flies over somewhere.
Potent portent of doom,

I invented it as I'm sat in my room.
Boredom taking hold.
It's being bold,
So am I.

How dare it I ask,
I ask myself.
I ask you?

I'm willing to view in the eye of my wild mind,
A future filled passion, that we all shall find.

We'll catch a ball.
A perfect globe.
Dress it with high fashion.
Caress it with love.
The world the wonder,
Wearing nowt except a protective verdant glove.

We will arise.
Open your eyes.
See beyond the darkness.
For there will surely be light.

(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

Suicidal, No ****** Chance!

Suicidal....No ****** Chance!
Took two of them to make this nest.
The nest of vipers.
Embroiled in asp venom.
As Cleopatra greeted death.
Death is in this place.
He and she declined death's most frantic kiss.
Him was Mr,
She was Miss.

Two of them too much regret.
The flaming charring of the insular beings.
Charming.
Incredible.
Meaning freedom.
Freedom to live and write on.

My lady reduces the subtle risk of suicide.
When her body lays beside.
Her sparkling golden Nile.
May mother of the world,
Beau soleil.
Beat her fiery retreat.
In a blistering ignition.

Sparks of two.
Among but few.
The lucky ones.
Those survivors.
The ones whose maladies.
Destroyed suicide's fatalistic kiss!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The trees hung laden with ice and snow.
Drops and blizzard once ran wild.
Settled now.
It's the centre of summer, it's chilled to the core.
Even the bones of the living are cold.
Reckless memories, well they once kept thee warm.
Now onwards and upwards immortal storm.
~~~x~~~

For if you loved my soul the way you used to .
I would love you too.
In  true vision the trees are garnished with the fruity blossoms of May.
But in my heart and head, only winter storm do play.
~~~X~~~
In solitude,
I sleep,
Lonely for another day.
Lonely, but not wanting.
Soon there will come a mighty thaw.
My frozen heart no longer sore.
Then will come a bright red flood.
Winter berries flowing blood.
~~~x~~~
(C) Livvi

Life belongs to Monday morning.
Still, I'm haunted by Sunday teatime.
Scones in the parlour at the back of the house.
With mamma and poppa and sweet baby Jayne.
Toasted crumpets together,and drank hot  cups of tea.
The crumpets were toasted upon a huge open fire.
Jayne had been sleeping in the cot by the door.
Too young to eat crumpets and scones, she's not allowed tea.
The baby still sleeping remains in the parlour.
It's warmer in there.
 
And so to the drawing room with round rosewood table.
Nature of the cloth thereupon changed.
It's marked with the symbols of a, b and c.
A painted on canvass that ends with a zee.
It's crimson, edged with gold.
In the centre a YES  and a NO.
Centrally placed a wine glass.
 
Knock knock on the door.
Now there are five.
Tonight the table may come alive.
They're hoping.
A standard lamp, rather dated stood in the corner.
Had a scarlet shade with golden tassels.
 
They sit round the table.
It's just what they did.
Fingers on glass.
They're calling out.
"Is anybody there?"
The room becomes chilled.
Atmosphere stifling.
Glass moves around the circle.
A...R...I....E.....L.....spellbinding.
'Twas the spirit of the dark poet,Plath.
Darkness from sorrow, no more tomorrow.
Another spirit  in attendance.
Takes Sylvia by the hand.
Into the light, escorted by guide.
Goodbye sorrowed poet.
Walked into the light.
Goodnight.
Sleep tight.
(c) Livvi MMCV

Diamonds on the pavement,

Emeralds on the grass.

Trodden under heavy feet,

Look a lot like glass.



Symbols of engagement,

Trampled under foot.

Won't need to call the chimney sweep,

Just gave him the boot.



Wearing a tatty top hat,

Whenever in attendance.

But when he's wears his sweeps trews,

his *** looks rather cute.

The dark side of romance!
(C) LIVVI

Crunch underfoot.
Climbing crawling.
Watch where you're walking.
The birds they are hungry.
Missing out to clumsy feet.
So are the French.
"ESCARGOT"
Bon appetite.....
Yuck.
(c)LIVVI

I have a sword.
My sword is my fountain pen.
It bleeds navy blood.
It is my soldier.
My sailor.
Personal tinker.
Begotten tailor.
Fashionable.
Passionate.
My own redeemer.
I have my own shield.
Feel it.
Green.
Bright.
Protective.
My hands hide behind it.
Safety in numbers.
I can count on my fingers.
If nothing else.
The words of my sword.
And the hold of my shield.
Always my wealth.
Protectors of health.
(c)LIVVI