Tame the tongue, but it’s difficult to tame what is sung
Why’s it so hard to tame the tongue of the things I don’t want?
‘Cause it’s sung by a liger, half the liar, half the pride
I’ve tried to raise him right, but something’s on the other side
Tugging at his leash, and I begin to lose my peace
You probably don’t even know what that is!
Only if you’re a nerd, that’s right
Is it fantasy or is it reality? Either way, it’s half of me
So how can I tame it, if I don’t even know what its name is?
See, Liger is just something to take pride in, to hide in, to get high by
I’m trying to put down the gun, but there’s something he wants
It’s like my mind is speaking in tongues
Of things incapable of being sung
What do you want?
What do you want?!

unleash the mind
from the worn workaday bind
jump the groove
leave inhabition behind

for a moment, an hour , a year
let it all unwind
unravel and spool
to lie limpid on the sand
let the physche sojourn
let it be
leave the worry, the regret
and fly the cosmos
or sail the carribean
or better yet
do naught  
but unbind the bound
unbide the  biden
let loose the liger
and find
sweet freedom
if only to ask directions
to the  nearest  
imagine-that-atorium.

Just call me Fish-Sparrow
from atop ten mountains
the dream king of the fountain
guardian for the Light

I am the hermit hangman
balancing with butterfly wings
The Liger with dragon fire
Dancer of four thousand winds

I am yin to mother yang
the light and shadow's bane
the butcher and the lamb
reclaiming God's tears from Cain...

I am Magus, Gossamer prince
Eye of phoenix slayer of sphinx
Harbinger of goddess / kissed
the one who fell to transcend this

I am the clay you shape
the gift of future days
Buddha's peace / grandfather's tree
the secret sword & way

Fish-Sparrow Dream King
Eye of O, Bane of Ys
Lion whom slayed the serpent sphinx ;

to no one I am nothing

A simple poet for the Beloved
A new day's Spring.
I am tomorrow / her Lion king.

Confusion
There was a spotty tiger,
he got muddled with a lion.
You won't find him on savannah grass,
nor in the trees in India,
you'll find him in the salad bar,
round the corner shop.
You may find him supping mocha's,
and wearing moccasins to keep his claws inside,
wearing his dark glasses to protect his sight,
he wore his bright pink headphones,
so he seek the beat,
never chased a zebra,
nor ate a wildebeest,
didn't hunt the townsfolk,
it wasn't in his style,
instead,
once a year in winter time,
he'd go off on holiday,
go flying down the piste.
Woo hoo!
There he goes again,
that trendy tigon,
liger?
Zooming past upon his skis.
(C) Livvi

There once was a time
Where you could drive
Over anything
At anytime

Then stood 5 guys
With their trucks
And all they had to do
Was run over the most bucks

As the race started
All the trucks farted.
Then they drove
Right into the grove
Yelling "Hillbilly Killtime!"

It was all wierd
Yet crazy fun
Until a guy drove
Right into dung

And there he was
A sitting duck
Stuck in his truck
With nothin but some beer

So while he sat
In his truck
That was stuck.
He drunk his beer
While he can watch and hear
His brother chasing a deer,
Eventually doin a cartwheel.
But then his truck
Did a twirlie
So he died
Without a feeling

The guy in his truck
Watched his brother die,
Then,
Without a deer
He took another sip of beer!

Then he watched his friend Liger
Getting chased by a tiger
Eventually getting eaten.

Then came Steven,
The quiet one,
Who died quickly
By a lion

Then there was Bill
Who just got killed
By blowin up his truck
Doin a dunk

Last came Jerry,
As light as a fairy,
Who got his **** kicked and killed
By a deer named Berry.

Back to the guy
Stuck in his truck.
He just found out
What saved his buck.
It was the thing that got him stuck.

Who could think
A piece of stink
Just saved your ****?

Then he found out
That his truck
Didn't get stuck
On a piece of crap.
He actually landed
On the railroad tracks!

He heard the choo-choo
And knew he was *******.
The beer was gone,
So that left one thing to do.
So then he pulled out
A MOUNTAIN DEW!

Then he died.

Theres a tired tiger
And a lyin liger
The lion liked her
But her pride dispised her
The panther preys for her hungers sake
And the vultures try for the tigers take
But as fate would have it
As is her habit
The earth reaches right back around to grab it
But no before death can stab it
From dirt to flesh that we carry on our skeletons
To carrion to dust and back

I hope that i can turn back the time where i can see your face
the only Girl that never had a chance cause I'm oblivious to my ways
I don't know whats wrong,
My heart is like the Sun's rays Giving off light but when the clouds come i hide my Love but i need somebody in the frame watching my brothers grow up is I'll See and like the Sea I'm need of a drift someone that can keep my head up..
"Can We ...we keep keep each other company? oh company.
a Justin bieber song feel heavy in this nice weather
what if i sell my soul then i won't have a leg to stand on I'll be having millions to walk on i believe thats why I'm still alone.
So peaceful yet So alone
So Me yet I don't know
So simple yet complicated all  I want is for someone to walk with in the mall
how many men do you know work for them self?
On a Island but i rather be Home
A Liger with all my desires but my heart is like the Pacific
Watch how i smile at the Birds I wonder sometimes if that was you sending me Messages where ever you are I captured your birds just to see if would visit.

By Arcassin Burnham

At one point in time , I was apart of you.
I replaced my soul with a pile of wool.
Covered all over me, no you were a distant memory.
I wish i could stare down at that lake again and wonder.

I was a,
Teenage **** up, a social pariah,
I was a,
Force to be reckoned, and sensual liar,
I was a,
Little boy to you when you were a woman,
I had no,
Time to be around a girl calling me her man,
See I had,
So much nervousness, I could barely breathe,
There was too,
Much in this world to endure for me,
I ain't no,
Scared little kitten, I'm too much of a Liger,
There is no,
Time nowadays to change the past , inspire.

time drips out my eye and slits knots and crosses on my cheeks of the days I have left here on this ground.
air ***** seconds out of my pores mirrors the way honeysuckle spills oudor over the pavements
life evolves around my mind because we know no better and lead to believe we stand alone in this head because you never feel sufficient healing from another body.
there wont be anyone to hold your balance over the hill when the wind speeds through the strands of black which you believe now cover your weak.
there will be no one to tell you you are enough because no one can gather the small linings of this complex mind which layers the life you live.
there is no one to hear you wail in the night as others liger under echoes of LED tones over open windows which stare below onto ghostly pavements.
no one to touch you like you would because you are overdressed and your skin won't be torn open by any other broken hands. feeble hands.
no one to tell you the names of the buildings you study upon you because its no one's concern where you spend your 4pm Sunday on a metal bench parched over the blurred skyline.
people surround you but you are so selfishly blind that you forget they exist.

you will never awake from this elusive state of mind until the reality of life shakes you to stone then you melt into the sheets and forget what daylight feels like on your damp head.

the bench will stay empty and those behind you too one day will disperse into the gravel
your mark has been made here and you life here in this life that you had seen in your visions

don't know how to feel how to speak how to look or how to behave because who are all these people anyway

don't show weakness because your ego is the only thing keeping you strong, hee, present.

and you are one in this world that pans out to illustrate the movie you have thought you are dreaming.

Baby is lifeless baby is used out of her control. baby’s mind is drenched in spirits, baby’s whole soul is intoxicated out of her power. Baby can’t feel a thing.
Baby likes attention, baby likes eyeliner to morph into her god.
Baby likes to party; so baby can conceal weaknesses that she can’t attend to. Baby has lost what’s inside. Because baby is tiered, and baby hasn’t anyone by her side to tame her. baby likes to see how far she can pull away from care until she is lost. Until she is crumbled by the side of the road thrown out by the cab under city lights which shelter baby’s innocence. Innocence she longs to annihilate to prove her strength, independence perhaps.
Baby can’t feel; baby has her tears inhaled by spirits before she can let them treacle down her skin. Damaged tissue, layers of fatigue from stranger’s touch. Baby thinks she is a toy baby lets herself to be played with because she plays with those toys in reverse. She mirrors those she fears and hates the morning after.
But baby is grown. And, baby can live to forget and baby erases the regrets in her ego and her laughter. Baby thinks its okay and baby says it’s fun, but this baby is lacking nurture, milk. Gilded milk of age. Baby grew up lost, baby grew up a clown. These nights, these repetitive nights are countless revenge upon that foetus she hates. Foetus was a clown foetus had no power foetus was a peasant to beauty. Baby is a slave to beauty now, baby loses time for beauty. baby just needs validation.
Evil begins to spawn within her in the disguise of self-defence, as baby grew, she wanted to hurt, her ability to hurt was her weapon of retaliation to all those who rejected her. They become her victims in a new life, played by people in the night. Those she attacks, she pains by absence, ignorance. Baby simply wants to reverse roles baby just wants the power. Baby likes to think she needs no other soul in this world, her ego convinces her that alone is a soul mate itself and that peace can only be found within. Maybe love awaits her in another life. So baby inflicts pain instead.
Being alone, baby self-sabotages in an act where she is most social, as her liver suffers from poisons and she smiles through her teeth knowing her head might shatter within in any moment. Baby pretends its fun and baby soughts to find fun in a new body to conclude her self sabotage. When they touch her in the wrong places during the acts of the night baby hurts inside. but baby pretends for a moment that this lust is love as she abides to her plan. Her plan is a success when she questions herself in regrets the next morning. Regret is forbidden so baby laughs instead. I call it a romanticization of a lack of self worth.  Actually no I’m just intoxicated.
Mother observes from above and mother scolds’ baby, lectures her to swear to never put herself through it again because her baby is so golden. But baby always flees from her mother and baby hides it all from her mother. Mother knows best but baby can’t understand. Because how many times did mother say that this cycle won’t erase loneliness that this wont compare to the love her baby deserves. And how many times did mother give baby false expectations because baby still goes to sleep in a cold bed every night.
Baby stops for a moment as she writes to search for the full moon. It disappears. Was baby dreaming did baby just want a full moon to liger upon her for dramatization?

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It hurts her to say but baby is gnawing inside to find a cure for the lack she feels. Although ego holds strong above the water, seeking to drown people to reach land, but under ego she bleeds she lost her compass under waters. Love and lust pull her feet under water, creatures of desire bite and ceases her float. Baby drowns in this ocean of lusting.

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Baby is me in the night, baby is my alcoholism and baby is my ego my weakness my ongoing search for validation or love. Mother is my soul mother knows this is a vicious cycle but baby escapes home and escapes from mother.