Nurse

Her love is medical.... she can heal me when I'm sick, stitch me when I'm ripped, kiss me when I'm lonely and allows visitation from my homie. She takes the pain away without a swallow, and fill's my corpse when it's cold and hollow. When my head hurts she gives me new head, when I'm depressed she get's undressed and get's me lifted. She's done things a doctor never could, like make me stop the hustling and escape the hood. She has me on an IV, of loving life in it's entirety. Doctor's orders to keep thumb tucked, like the tail of Papa once was. I know I'll always be an addict..... of her love.... recovering ........ but I'm not high, just hovering far above suffering. -LIV

TYPE

A roller coaster ride that would make the amusement park jealous (Nardo), so much changing in my brain my head is callused. Calculated malice, as I feel the need to laugh when I'm over run with sadness. Deep breaths to the excess, though less vexed when I think of her deep breath when sexed. How did I become so lucky, from people trying to fuck me to the one who loves me. Yes, that clean love.... the type when your in the wrong and need a hug she holds you up. The type when you need fresh air she'll finger-brush your hair. That type that could be across the world but care like she was there. The type that makes it a waste of time for me to type, cause what I write could never justify the type. Yes I'm happy, I'm alright..... she's my type!! -LIV

Rash - ional

Soul caged with a mind like fine wine and green cheese, old aged. Last bracelet I've worn complements of the county. 100 yard dash full speed trying to leave my past as it remains on my ass like diaper rash. My brain's stained with the guilt and pain of long doing wrong. Fueled by octane, slowed down by years of moving -------. Cultured as a missionary, white man in a black suit mixing race's like a fast Olympian. Torch to carry is cold and less weight then the burden of being uncertain of the date she's returning. Troubled, confusion is doubled by the substances I quit using yet I keep cell loosing. -LIV

Weight

As the earth spins the frozen tree limbs await the spring, and I wait. My loyalty has never been on trial, chipped tooth and unbearable pain yet I can still smile. It's said to be careful what you wish for and I wished reckless, so I'm left with a dog and her dog tags hung from my necklace. My wish for a Christmas present is her presence.... her breath, her touch, her essence. Cold exterior as if I stood in front of my fathers mirror, but the reflection is deception.... I must see clearer. Clutched photograph in hand as I stare at the world so overcast waiting for time to pass, her smile could make it bright at midnight. Careful what you wish for you just may get it, now I only wish to keep it. -LIV

Still

Birds chirp in the background, playing their solo riff in the midst of summers sound. The sun struggles to rise as does she, wiping the confusion from her waking eyes. I feel as if I'm encased in concrete walls a mile tall I'm so safe, though all that separates us from the world are these thin tent walls. She feels protected in the elements with me by her side as the alpha male, unaware without her near I to am subject to fear. Coals still glow as a lighthouse in the distance upon a sea of morning dew, as we make our way to last nights fire we feel refuge. Small animals around continue with their morning food gather. I love how our roles as humans have altered, this it their city so to them we don't matter. The edge of the whispering lake opaque, in the distance it's ablaze with the rising sun's rays. Life surrounds us from every angle with constant movement as I enclose her in my arms, and sum how we can just be still. Still.... like the eye of a hurricane. Still.... like a dead man who finally can escape his pain. Still.... without racism, without war, without rich or poor, right or wrong, without hate, just perfectly sedate. Still........ -LIV

Life's Bowl

Cold towel wipes the sweat off the top of my head, I've succeeded in my journey through life's bowels. Kicked off my boots, though oh so stained with the juice of society's underbelly absorbed through my roots. Exterior such a synthetic mold of warmth and structure, inside I'm cold and ruptured. -------->>>> Friends say I'll never find my answer for sorrow in the bottom of this bottle, I know... that's why I'll search a new one tomorrow. I'm life's whole corn, chewed up and shit out but still there in the bowl the next morn. I'm being chased and outnumbered by the hundreds, yet done dodging and running from the demons I once hung with. My safety; my lady, my dog and my gun.... and I'm short one so be cautious the angle you approach from. Systematically moving as I await the next court date, just cause I made one wrong move the system yelled check-mate. No stress.... I've traveled the muddy path so long my sock's wet, so discomfort's progress. -LIV

Written for your brother of Chance, Not of Blood.....

We heal each other, 

Slowly, we move along

But the only thing that could reopen that wound

Is the dust you hold in your palm...

Fixing me, as I fix you, 

Together, with fingers laced - 

and heads down, 

We kiss as we consume.

Looking only for the sunshine now, 

I'll try to push those clouds away

Shine the sunlight on your visions

Because now is here now

And today is your day

Let's clear our heads

And open the door to the road that lies ahead

Nothing dismal in the future for us

Keep our eyes open; 

Head Clear

and mind; focused

And prove (just because we can)

That we'll rise above all the mess....

Fuck the Valley, let's build a house next to Chris  :)

You know that I got you

At your side, and holding your back.....

All My Love, 

Trix

God Bless America

Let us remember those who are serving our country everyday , not just on Veterans Day. If we just take one moment a day to remember them maybe we can help our soldiers. If they know that the people back home are thinking of them they can get the courage and strength they need to do the duty that is required of them. May they always remember our appreciation for the sacrifice they are making for us. Lets be thankful for the men and women who are willing to risk their lives to protect our freedom. Because of them we are able to live in this beautiful country. Please don't forget our soldiers. Pass it on........GOD BLESS AMERICA !
This is dedicated to my wonderful daughter who is serving our country. May she remain strong and may she know she is always in our hearts. I love you. STAY SAFE.

L.I.V.

Birds chirp the same mundane song it's been so long. People look calm but morally wrong. They say you'll find life if you follow the tracks. I ripped the rear view mirror off, I'll never look back. I've gained to much ground, so the thoughts I've etched in stone are un-sound. New round in the chamber for life's anger, how does a soldier on their own base become circum in danger. I.E.D.'s wipe military I.D.'s of people who would but shouldn't die for our country. My intimate contact alike generic cognac, so bittersweet.... I can taste it when I breathe. Each moment in suspense, hence the lack of fear of consequence. Coincidentally I'm unable to sound stable as I hang myself from loves cable. There's nothing I'd rather do then dangle in existence and listen, imagining us kissing. Your all I'm missing...... -LIV

Anchored

I'm convinced I purchased solitude somewhere along the line, and now it's mine. My receipt says I paid with anger and that they gave me to much change, so that explains. Depression is dripping from the ceiling, the carpet stained from what I've shed. Hand squeezing my forehead as I'm striving for breath, but there's no air left. Somehow shadows are different people and objects now have emotion. A plant and me are friends but words were spoken, when a door wouldn't open. My sanity is gravity and I'm floating away at a steady pace. As my chivalry so familiar to me ties me by the waist, I'm anchored in this place. -LIV