"Oh, the sweet smell of lilies; they rejuvenate the soul"

"Oh, the sweet smell of lilies; they rejuvenate the soul"
Lilies were my mothers favorite flower. The sweet smell rejuvenates the soul...
"I am my mothers daughter, this I know, like the lilies of the field; I will flourish and grow"

Sunday, March 9, 2014

“Misery Loves Company”---Oh, what a Miserable Soul...


The only two things promised in life are known to be “Death and Taxes.” Yet Misery Loves Company and merely just relaxes. This is a tale of a Miserable Soul, a difficult draft to compose; a story to be told and fully expose the truth about Miserable Souls. Miserable Souls they’re on the job; in your family; a lover or a friend or two; Nevertheless, I’m sure you’ll agree; it’s a rather hard pill to chew.

A Miserable Soul mopes about wondering where to begin----And never can acknowledge that happiness comes from within.

A Miserable soul will make excuses----And constantly complain; they will rain on everyone’s parade just so you can feel their pain.

A Miserable Soul has no goal they consume everyone’s space----Not living, but rather existing in a horrific and miserable place. 

A Miserable Soul is a nagger, a complainer, a whiner, and quibbles about----Not rich enough, not pretty enough, not thin enough----They revel in constant doubt.

A Miserable Soul walks about with a frown on their face-----Filling the air with negative energy, self-pity and disgrace.

A Miserable Soul is selfish, and will monopolize all of your time----If you offer them a nickel, they will nag you to death for a dime.

A Miserable Soul lacks wisdom and faith, for they wear a huge chip on their shoulder-----If only they knew and believed in the words, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

A Miserable Soul plays a chess game with a never ending fate; they start the game, then it's over, a sore loser----Checkmate!

 A Miserable Soul lives life at a complete stand still; one day they will explode, sitting in idle mode as they slowly begin to erode.

Miserable Souls they hate the rich, and truly despise the poor----For they are high and mighty always entitled with a desire to give less, and take more. 

Oh, Miserable Soul, I know these words are very tough to hear----So let me be clear, “Open your ears so that your evil heart can disappear; ” for you coalesce around the phone waiting for it to ring; but who in there right mind would want to be around such a dreadful and awful being… “In fact---Nobody owes you anything!!!!”

The harrowing words above are often sadly portrayed; and yet the truth is told, they’re a ‘Miserable Soul’ that rains on everyone’s parade.



Written by Eunece V. Franklin-2014
Misery Loves Company”---Oh, what a Miserable Soul... (Vol. 1)

Walk with me on this journey…

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