Kathy Tully

Love Poetry - The Spiritual Book Kathy Tully

This is my personal journey of finding true love and happiness. On a search for God, love, and metaphysical manifestation secrets. This is a spiritual love story about falling in love with someone, the ups and downs, the struggles and insights. Only to discover it was never really about them after all....
The world is like a magic mirror, reflecting ourselves back to us.
We are all searching for something, some kind of deep inner fulfillment. This is the story of how I ultimately found the love of my life and all I've ever wanted.
May you be blessed with the same.

A Taste...
MY HEART KNOWS
Something about you-
against all of the rules.
Makes no real sense to me,
but,
my heart tells me it knows.
The expressions coming from your eyes
are speaking in codes to my soul.
I'm not sure what they're saying,
but,
my heart tells me
it knows.
It understands the looks you give
that penetrate my soul.
Yes, I know it's all invisible.
Maybe, imagined to be so-
but it feels so true and real to me.
When your eyes smile at me
silently.
Without words,
I'm hearing
everything.
Now,
there is no doubt.
I know.

SPELLBOUND
Command my defiant rebellion-
my
unruly
discipline.
Stop my will
dead in its tracks.
Tie my defenses
in a silky bow-
dominant,
behind my back.
All my control,
all my resistance,
is wrapped around
your little finger.
All of my cool,
uncaring
arrogance,
is melting at your feet.
All of a sudden
I am
so willing,
to do
for you . . .
anything.

GHOSTS
Do not cater to your fears.
Do not dodge
or
hide away.
The more you let them
rule your life,
the more miserable you will be.
Face those fears.
Now, overcome
those imagined false blockades.
Discover how
they disappear
as soon as they
are faced.

PACK IT UP
What will I do now with this crushing pain?
Where can I hide it, ditch it, shove it?
Where can I bury it away?
How can I get rid of this heavy load?
How can I get it off of me?
I'd like to gather these emotions,
and roll them into one huge wad.
Then stuff them in an airtight bag,
and tie the top with double knots.
Then I'd drag them up
the steepest cliff,
and with all the strength that I had left,
I would push them out over the edge.
Then watch them tumbling
to their death.
Hoping forever,
that would be the end.
Finished.
Done.
Over.
Kaput.
Never to be seen,
heard from,
or ever felt by me
again.

HA-HA
God, this really isn't funny.
How can this be true?
I listened close.
Did what you told me.
I followed thru on every clue.
Was I just naive to believe that I could put my trust in you.
Look how easily I fell for it.
The brunt of your practical joke.

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Thank you.