My body is a ballroom for my soul to dance in.
My eyes are shooting stars that claim the cosmos of my sight.
My hands are fragile vines of woven skin that grip the dirt and praise the earth.
My skin is a delicate mould.
My freckles map the constellations and tell the alignment of the stars.
My body is my home, that explores the wonder of the universe.
I am nature. I am art.

- A.F

Words,
They can cut through
Your heart,

They can tear you
Apart.

They can be as sharp
And as blunt
As any knife,
All in the same instance,

They can cause a major shift
In your reality,
They can torture you
Until the end of time,
They can be responsible
For destroying your very existence.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

My mind is numb, not from drugs or *****,
But from the television, phone, and electronics i abuse
This stream of news feeding to my consciousness is all self-induced. I keep the cycle going and set it up where I keep myself confused?

So many words, so many pictures, so many thoughts,
the chaos, the headaches
Only the one's in silence and loneliness have fought
Disruption with corruption in my daily feed
Ruins my mind's ability of its own impressions
and thoughts, putting pen to paper
versus touching fingers to buttons
(And make no mistake between touch and feeling)
Which is more liberating to feel, to move energy, to inspire free will
and which one was bought

So why am I addicted to distraction with all of its misuse
The fear of moving forward is just resistance to produce
the gift within me that was already planted and seeded in place

My only job is to water and grow into my space
Yet this gift within me is the resistant qualm that bakes
Fearing to discover that I am more
than I think I am

-

Thats my mind numbing dis Ease that I battle

-

Now,
Readjust the cycle,
for it shall not shadow
Other generations right, to
fight another battle
Remove, not gift our numbness
Channel deeper
Awaken the next child
And we honor the cycle of growth that
lives to empower.