Be thy warned insipid one,
The lady rests not on her laurels,
She's not at peace, before thine eyes,
The lady loves, because she can,
Lady Madonna, she walks on egg shells,
As prima- donna,
she is awestruck,
Hiding from the eyes of mortal men and angels,
She's carried on the pens,
Where religion disintegrates,
from the souls of other lonely writers,
This beautiful lady,
she's not for turning,
It's not only witches, 
these days,
that the evil ones are burning,
And that they should not do,
Where proof is non-existent,
This lady has a golden heart and the face of Mona Lisa.
(C) Livvi

then I am wearing black suit,
white shirt, black tie,
pockets full of tissues,
most crumpled, mostly used,
like my spirits

If it's 2pm,
I am in Augusta,
in a baptist church,
a nice jewish boy,
fixing his askewed tie,
doing what
The Lord commanded of him

If it's 2pm,
I am in Augusta,
sunny and 72 Farenheit,
inside of me its a different forecast,
y'all decide the condition,
the condition I'm in

I'm in the way back row,
humming so softly,
me and Johnny C.
nobody hears,
nobody cares,

She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil she cries over my bones

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave where the night winds wail
Nobody knows, no and nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

nobody knows, I am there,
nobody sees, nobody believes,
but god only knows I am here

my spirit taken here
unasked, unaided, unabated
did not have to fly,
the ship that was to take me,
busted on the rocks

for
the words that are used
to get the ship confused
will not be understood as they’re spoken
for the chains of the sea
will have busted in the night,
will be buried at
the bottom of the ocean

still
If it's 2pm,
I am in Augusta,
at a funeral,
my words gone silent,
even store bought stock phrases,
so sorry for your loss,
not for sale, all gone, all aloft,
all sold out on
this Sabbath day

If it's 2pm,
I am in Augusta,
in some form of which
not readily acquainted,
my new context a riddle,
never knew this morphosis
till now, until
it was needed,
all on that day

If it's 2:45pm
can't understand
all these people standing
over me, and the sidewalk
taste in my my mouth

it appears I appeared
on east 57th street
in my New York City,
it appears I appeared
to have
fainted dead away,
asking me not where how or when,
only why,
and I have no answers for
them or me or anybody who dare asks
a quest,
commencing and ending in
why

must have been the heat,
but decide then and there
maybe go visit
my Jordan and
my grand children

language no one knows-
still
here we are

Nothing interesting about today,
Unless my life is fill with your embrace
But today was just like a normal day,
Where I tend to keep myself away.

I woke up to a video your friend posted on instagram,
I find it cute,
The way you talk,
The way you teased him,
The way you laughed,
I caught myself laughing to you,
My world.

It would be great,
If I were to wake up,
To your sloppy good morning text,
Or wake up to waking you up,
Because you are always late.

Why do I know so much?
How do I know?
Why did I need to know?

Because darling,
You mean the world to me,
Even though I didn't mean anything to you,
Never in a second.

I'll try and be brave for you,
But I'm just not quite sure,
Whether I'm ready to be falling so hard for you,
Or vice versa.

Its day 12,
I think,
I'm going back to the start,
I think.

yesterday waved goodbye as it walked away into the mist
left me standing alone in a strange new day not too sure
of my bearings and where or what was expected of me
so after short consideration I have opted for nothing
nothing other than open my lungs and wait on my heart
all hearts especially the one heart The Sacred Heart

one tiny movement
and the sky floats
to you from me