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

...and it goes....

The Ram, and the Bull - 
Two signs that mean we ramble
Stumble over words, and let your jealousy seep through


Hmm, So...Who thought- 
That I never knew
What the purpose was
Was it for me?
or was it for you?
Who led the path or 
who followed?
Was the light bright and clear
Or on that night, were the moons hollow?

Intake my breath
A heavy feeling - wondering what's left - 

"What did I say?!" You say....and "why is it this way?"

HOld your breath, and your next thought

 The words we've used to battle have created only scars...

Reach

Things are so different than they were, the price I paid is way to short of the cost incurred. Childhood is such a blur, and the the things I've done bad are covered as if they never were. Made a living with a hammer, but killed feelings of equal people with a similar hammer. I wake to escape bad dreams of a body in a bloody suitcase in my favorite lake. The blood is mine and I can almost taste, as my future unfolds upon the devil's slate. I only rate opposition as I'm irate, comfortable with my position knowing fate is fate. Collective thoughts leave me broken, separated from existence and being wrong for coping. I'm drowning in a cesspool of liquor and tears and just before I fear.... she says, "I AM HERE." The hand that saves me has shaken hands with the ones who made me. Thanks....... -LIV

Ghetto

Bullet holes riddle the exterior shell of a house they would never dare to call a home. The smell of pork and beans left soiling a pan from dinner three days before. Only words spoken by a mother in passing comes from a screaming voice. The scent of burnt copper travels from the space left in the bedroom door where it will no longer close as she repeatedly goes to hide. Diapers changed by a kid in diapers, though he's way to old he's yet to be trained... as has the dog in the back yard on a two foot chain. Strangers come through but never say there name, buckling there belt as they leave as quickly as they came. They still don't understand why dad died with his belt around his arm. The empty can of beans from the other day now doubles as a drinking cup. Dirt around their mouths playing in ashes and cigarette butts. Just another day in the ghetto..... -LIV