I'm so sad today.
My one and only princess
has been sick since yesterday
my tears fall down when I look at her face!

She's getting some sleep now
I'm sitting down next to her head
I'm so nervous and so worried
I don't know how I can stop crying, how!

I care about my daughter
She's my soul and heart
She's part of my life
I love her so much, I love her!

I'm her best friend and she's mine
Her choice is my choice,
My princess is my eyes
I can't think of new days without her shine!

I feel so happy when she's good
I can't go to the office
without her kiss
but she's sleeping now in a quiet mood!

I miss her happy smile around
her happiness is everything to me
I want nothing at all
I just want her to smile again on this ground!

Oh Almighty God,
You're our Creator
I pray to you for her
You're my daughter's cure!

are you feeling guilty
did I let you down
did I disappoint you
are you feeling guilty
you were my lover
my friend
are you feeling guilty
at the time
I only took what was mine
are you feeling guilty
jesus, we shared a bed
all of a sudden it's dead
are you feeling guilty
you had to know
when it began
it would end
are you feeling guilty
you took my soul
to places it did not know
thought we had goals
are you feeling guilty
that you
had to go

"Guilty"

Planted as a seed
Separated from the weeds

To Nurture
From Mother Nature
She inherits her nature

Ever fragrant her flowers
For one and all , she showers

Weathering seasons all
Resplendent ,she stands tall

Painted on glass
She exudes class
The woman that we know
The woman of now

I feel the euphoric,
But bittersweet bliss,

Like a long, slow, soft kiss.

As i write the words
That cannot pass my lips.

I break free
My soul's silence,
Obscuring the light
From one celestial body
By the passage of another--
My written word is an eclipse.

Between my words and the observer,
I acknowledge pride in my muse--
The aiding source of illumination -
Until the light completely dips.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018

caught a sunbeam
I pocketed it
for a wintry day

A teardrop
stays
long suspended
in my eyes
stubborn not to spill
I wait for a wind
to shake it loose
in the dead of the night
to empty me
of my agony
to feel waking
out of a nightmare
to a sunlit
clear morn

At times the soul gets clenched
in an unspeakable grief
In a demoniac grip, it chokes and wriggles
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe

Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone
Strains to lift up the veil that darkens the soul
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude
The more it struggles to wade through the mess
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair
Clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood
the mind goes berserk
whirling and churning.

Anytime the volcano might erupt
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke  
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.