The spirits of the dead.
They're fleeced as naked sheep.
They hang cold and desperate.
Howling over desolate isolated moorland.
Screaming on the gale.
The linger just a moment, where man nor beast exist.
This ethereal racket, caused by the sharp and biting gorse bush.
It's scratching wounds, deep into grey shadows,
Left overs of spoiled souls.
(C) Livvi

And she sank into your eyes.
A transfixed fixture captured in the dark.
A camera image.
Stored in an antiquated box camera.
Locked away.
Awaiting revelation.

A chimera, maybe a feature of a potent imagination.
She's prowling through the shadowy lands.
In the contorted universal time.

He knows she's there.
She haunts his heart and feeds his mind.
Almost feels it.
He feels her very being, she feels him without pain sensation.
She feeds him emotion from a dessert spoon.
Just because she's sweet.
He holds her tight in his darkest moments.
And yet she saw him crying.
A child without a handkerchief.
Wipe your eyes sweet heart, she smiles.
She is waiting.
(C) Livvi

My silver lining's changed to jet.
Developed wings and flew away.
The cloud's filled up with tangerine,
A scent of orange fragrant rain.
I hate oranges, unless of course they're Christmas time satsumas.
My eyes sobbed aquamarine tears,
Never a boring shade of blue.
My heart became a tennis ball after playing many games.
And did those feet walk upon England's green and pleasant land.
Like hell they did.
These feet danced on the hilltops, if the mood was right.
Paddled in river's and slipped on stepping stones.
They fell,
Fell in love.
Got picked up by the lover.
The one who surrendered to my love without even trying.
My feelings for him fell into the stream,
together our smiles are dying.
Now she's the one.
Who's sometimes still crying.
Not as much anymore.
All done and dusted.
Two ice cubes drifting away down the river of dreams.
(C) Livvi

A weekend of chasing snails over the garden gate.
A never ending stream of work, fell from a pretty pen.
Indecorous facts of undressed penance.
The woman needs to rest in peace.
Oh deary me.
Or maybe dreary me.
There's too much for this girl to do.
Tap tap, rock, rock.
leans over the desk.
All this work is rather mean.
Emptied my drawers, found all that was lost.
A little amendment.....one hell of a cost.
and so I carry on.
Added a few new bits to boot.
Out with the printer and huge old box files.
She breathes insignificant, but some how still smiles.
Much better to have kept up to date.
You know what I mean mate?
(C) Livvi

Woke up.
Just as sleep was drifting in.
I found I had been dribbling.
My pillow entirely wet.
Must have been dreaming of holding you tight.
Close in my mind.
May you please linger.
Maybe just maybe, I thought I was your baby and that you were holding me tight.
I thought maybe, I could have snuggled my self in a ball,
like a baby protected by you.
Perhaps you were stroking my reddish brown hair.
Probably, you'd kissed me gently upon my forehead or my cheek or even my neck.
No biting now, I may like it, but the boss probably won't.
You could always have rolled me over onto my back.
Gently of course.
Possibly, you said I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you.
I guess you didn't mean to either.
You kissed my hair.
I was gently lured back into the land of sweet repose.
I'm guessing sleep took over and no one ever knows.
Sleep's just mother nature's amnesiac.
(C) Livvi

There's a minute mouse hidden in the darkness under the house.
Hear it scooting around, it's chewing on paper.
All the books are getting distressed.
Notice  the scuffling things.
A peek from the corner of householder's eye.
Wonder why she didn't call upon the services of the exterminator man.
Not the daleks naturally.
See them darting across the room, honed almost invisible darts.
In they pop to empty their bladders and bowels, all over the house.
Discarded broken pencil leads.
Their broods hidden under the host's cosy house.
And they nibbled the wire.
Gnaw, gnaw,nibble,nibble .
Ignited a spark.
Now the house is on fire.
(C) Livvi

in the ambrosia of love, we'll ever combine
our melding shall sing, of an adoring boon

our endearing hearts, beating as one forever
streams of elation, speaking of this love boon

e'er embracing tightly, neath the stellar plains
that sparkling spangle, such a heavenly boon

ever we'll journey, the beloved road of sharing
honey syrup binding us, with a sublime boon

the cup of lasting love, brimming in rapture
twill be so superb, our lush evergreen boon

What words are
But reflection of the mind
Spoken from the heart
Not always!
Embellished with flattery
Paying obeisance to the ego
Plethora of lies
May be music to the ears
Once they set in
And it’s too late
Every word becomes lethal
Shattering confidence
Words remain words
Nothing more
But a tirade
Vitriolic moments arise