I've got many things
on my mind
I might as well
talk to you.

I'm twisted
I'm disturbed
I'm vice ridden
I'm desperate too.

You look okay
I might as well
talk to you.

My life has been spent in shadows
trying to emerge
I've swept the floor
washed the windows
did the dishes too
I guess that is what they call this life.

I've seen the tunnel on one too many codeine
Grandma sent me away

I've gone astray
I blew up my future
behind *******
My children say
I gambled it all away.

One mellows in their old age
No time for anger
No time for drama too.

I've learned to accept myself
Accept you

That testerone
it blows up
it calms down

Sleep it goes way too fast
I wake up to another day.

I've rubbed myself raw
I know what it means to be deranged
I know what it means to long for it too.

You understand.
Don't nod off now
I'm coming to the most interesting part

But I woke up
in another horizon
Woke up on another plain
Another dimension has called my name
This life I now savor.

As you have said
I know it is predictable moves
A complicated game
I never learned to play.

Another opportunity
to prove I'm never
what I'm supposed to be.

I've done the best I could
with what I've got
With that I am at peace

I apologize for everything
I have ever been,
But I am alive
I'm still breathing
have another day to
prove it all again

I've got things on my mind
I might as well talk to you.

White, glittery snow.
Like frosting on branches.
Hung so low.
Beneath the Winter sky of blue.
Shadows of branches
upon the white.
Like an etching upon a page
that's blank.
Blank page.
Newly fallen snow.
New tracks to be made.
In my new life that lies ahead.
I reach a field...
Blank page.
White snow.
I have the urge to run.
Ready...
Set...
Go!
Snow splashes up
like cold bath powder over my feet.
As I run with joy
across the big expanse.
Making new tracks.
In newly fallen snow.
Upon a blank page.
I leave footprints so bold.
A flock of doves flies over me.
Lord, I am taking this personally.
As Your message to me.
That I am, at last,
Free.
Blank page.
White snow.
New tracks.
New.
Life.

(edited)

Have you ever heard the sound
of someone's concealed, internal tears,
crying through the vibrations
of the still, dense silence?

A piercing,
screeching sound,
Whilst seeing invisible, warm blood
pouring from their eyes -
such horrific,
torturous violence.

Your soul feels
the shock
of the extreme pain--telepathically.
You feel helpless, to say the least...

A tainted soul,
truly horrified -
tortured
by their cruel,
internal,
dark, dark beast.

Have you? ... I have!

By Lady R.F ©2016

Fast asleep I watch him breathe with innocence still soft and pink upon his cheeks
and I wonder what does he dream and where does he go
as he lay in slumber still
does he fly above the clouds as dragon with tooth and claw and fire
or does he play with toys that have come alive with joyful mischief
or does he quest on adventures bold and become the hero who refuses gold
what does he dream
my beautiful little boy
Nine years past and he has grown
in body, mind, and spirit 
kindness and love live inside his heart
and his smile and laughter fills my days and nights with warmth and what a privilege it has been to be the father of such a beautiful little boy
And may the days and years ahead
see him grow wiser and kinder
and may time only age
the skin over his cheeks
and his heart stay forever young
and let him become handsome and daring
and dashing and witty and charming
and let him always remember
no matter how much or how little
he may have he always has enough
for sharing
and no matter how old he turns he will always be my beautiful little boy