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I am becoming so sickeningly
happy, and now all I ever want to
do is dance to the music that your words
sing to me.
~~ Turning and turning, becoming breathless as the music continues. ~~
Nothing matters to Me
except everything!

I don't know anything,
but I know something about everything!

It's no wonder why
Me and I
fight all of the time!


by Lady R.F ©2016
The time has come
to show them what you hide
beneath your cape,
the time has come
to remove the
"DO NOT CROSS" barricade tape.

It's time to step out
from behind the big old oak tree,
it's time to stand tall, hold your head up,
and let them see.

It's time to show the world
who you are,
it's time to show them
that you sparkle and shine brighter
than any diamond or star.

The time has come
to let your inner voice be heard,
it's time to spread your hidden wings,
among all of your other beautiful
unique things.

It's time to let them all know
what you've been holding on to,
the list of many extraordinary things
your soul is prone to.

It's time to let your soul shine,
step out into the light, it's your time!

It's time to let them know
what you feel, and what you think,
it's time to express yourself - your wisdom
and experience could be their missing link.

It's time to introduce them
to the 'Warrior' in you,
it's time to do what you need to do.

The time has come
to show them what you hold sacred,
deep within,
the time has come
for you to use your divine words
and to let your soul sing.

The time has come!
Show them that you are
a 'Warrior For Life'
and then some!

By Lady R.F (C) 2016
 Oct 2016 Prathipa Nair
Ma Cherie
Hey sweet country boy,
What you doin' today?
What I gotta do?
& what I gotta say?

You're maybe a dream but baby,
here's the thing
I can't get you outta my mind
& I didn't know that I'd find
every country song on the radio
is playing me
along,

Do I gotta look real pretty,
get down to the nitty-gritty,
tell you that I'm young,
& my heart it come undone
I'll say I miss my sun,

Whatever you want me to say
hey boy anyway
I'm here waiting..

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Lyrics, maybe ; )
I can't write
there is to much noise
kids are playing
with their toys

dog is barking
chasing the cat
wife is asking
do I look fat?

phone is ringing
someone at the door
some kind of puddle
on the floor

a little quiet
and some peace
need a bit of
literary release

grab my book
close the door
sit in the corner
on the floor

pen to paper
I start to write
I don't care
if it takes all night

putting thoughts
into written word
gives me the freedom
of a bird

soaring high
up in the sky
words flowing
I start to cry

writing has been
such a gift
hope my words
give you a lift
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