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Our souls
instinctively seem to know,
all too well,
all of the matters that our minds
fail to comprehend.

Our minds
often tend to get
somewhat overwhelmed,
by all of the things
that they struggle to understand.

Our souls
travel more than a few steps
ahead of us - they are guided
by our blessed intuition.

The insight
from our souls
  develop into gut instincts -
it is to these,
that we should surely listen.

By Lady R.F ©2016
Tangled in a web
of malicious destruction,
whilst spectators
enjoy the show,

alone
in a dark crowded room
without windows,
lost with nowhere
safe to go.

Taunted
by the breath-stealers,
and their curses -
it's taking a terrible toll
on an innocent soul,

attaching themselves
like a virus,
to every healthy living cell -
poisoning every breath
is their goal.

Causing havoc,
running amok,

breaking a spirit,
wishing nothing
but misfortune - bad luck!

It's as though
they have a seal
placed upon their hearts,

they continue to
flap their serpent tongues...
For them,
there is no salvation -
with the devil they conspire,
he supplies and multiplies
their toxic darts.

I almost pity their souls,
for they sold them,
whilst they were
already blessed,

never ever
will these evil servants
peacefully rest!

By Lady R.F ©2016
Big
My life is big,
My world is bigger,
It's no wonder I often find myself
by getting lost!

By Lady R.F ©2016
I have always been who I am.
However, there have been phases of precious time, long lost, where I was
filling-in the roles that selfish people had me play.

Being one that never wanted to disappoint, they mistook my kindness for weakness - but I always new
that I would give-up show biz
one day!

It wasn't all that long ago
that I decided to make my final courtesy, and take a bow
for the very last time.

It was on that day
that I stopped insulting my soul -
it was on that particular day
that I apoligised to myself,
and I became 'all mine!'

I was never one to disappoint,
but I really owed it to myself.

I gave all glory to my God,
and to my soul...
I did it for the warrior
hiding within - my true-self!

Finally,
I came to the conclusion
that no one will
love me,
know me,
or care for my soul's needs
the way that I can.

I finally came to the conclusion
that I was just as selfish
as everyone else - because I had
cared more for others
than i had for myself.
So, I devised this plan:

I will be who I was born to be!
Sincere, kind, compassionate, empathetic, honest, forgiving,
and generous...
but smarter, and wiser,
than the average man
or woman!

By Lady R.F ©2016
A little honest piece of me
Gazing,
almost lost,
into the
crystal-clear still waters,

at this tranquil spot,
she could sit,
and just be,
for hours upon hours.

Reflections
of her fragile soul
blanket this lake
with its sparse creases,

these waters border
the forest - deep
into those woods,
her heart, it reaches.

As the lightest
tender breeze
stains the satin spread,
her slightly tainted soul
smiles - through her eyes
you can clearly see this.

With the mildest
most gentle breeze
her anxiety is carried
far, far away;
her restrained breaths
are freed - her anxiety
suddenly ceases.

Her soul's reflection
in the
crystal-clear still waters,
abruptly freezes,

the lake,
a satin finish,
the gentle breeze
is now gone -
her tender soul
is at ease,
her gentle heart,
this pleases.

This precious
peaceful moment
she seizes,

capturing it as a
mind, body, spirit,
and soul pleasing experience,
before her mirrored reflection
unfreezes.



By Lady R.F ©2016
The Moon shines,
and it glows,
a loving light of warmth
through the darkness,
no matter how dark it may be,

just like
a pure soul
that glows as it shares
its inner beauty - its radiance
shines so brightly,
casting a shadow of security,
like that of the moonlight,
for all to embrace,
to feel,
and to see.

By Lady R.F ©2016
My liberal broad-mind is a tree,
each branch carries the weight
of an independent hope, fear,
anxiety and dream.
When the wind imposes,
when it whistles, howls and blows,

you can hear each of my independent emotion's haunting cries.
They cry because I've let them go. 
They're now lost in limbo - it's somewhat disturbing and morbid,
I know!
But that's just how it goes!

By Lady R.F ©2016
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