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

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Color me with hues coming from your heart
Touch me gently as you hold your brush
Draw every memory you want to come alive
Put them gently and never do it in a rush

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Leave traces of your hand all around my frame
Make me your reflection,  your soul's looking glass
Feed your spirit with creation you always want
Color me with shades of you,  make me your prettiest canvass

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