Fun Friday; The Lazy Boy!

A shifting, into a lower position. The gear down, the unwind; the recline, into a restful state… of mind. I’m not talking about the psychological, but there’s an element of the cognitive. The thought process, the decision making; the accessing of the frontal lobe. In everything, there has to be a balanced approach. Recline, but don’t let that define… the moment. A full tilt, should never be a slanted perspective. Sometimes you’re up, some days you’re down. In the words of a poetic British terminology; the day is afoot… a hand, a head, the heart and soul. Zero to sixty, the down shift; sixty to Zero. The lay… all the way back, to get some Z’s.

But that was then, there was a move… to our new home. The lazy boy, passed on…  to our son. It wasn’t an inheritance, a relocation… to his man cave. Free of charge, it must be love… for the boy. Yes, it was a listen; to the woman… of the house. My wife, my candy girl, milady; his mother. The lazy boy, wasn’t part of the new living room decor. Instead, we… decided to purchase new seating apparatuses; some people call it… a sofa. I wouldn’t describe it, as the Love… for it Seat. Just something likened to, the lazier part of the spectrum. I don’t mind a change… of position, just the comfortability factor. The new resting device, being the bit overpriced scenario. But let’s table that, this is about chairing… the discussion. The repositioning, a love for. The readjusting, where I believe… the pillow should go. Behind neck, back? Under the boardwalk, down by the sea; on a blanket with my baby…

This is not a knock, on the would… I hesitate; to do what best for my family. It’s about what’s the frame, what’s the reference; the picture you choose to see. The emptiness in a glass, or the fullness… through a different lens? What should be, at the forefront of the heart; “a soul in right standing?” So many believe, it’s about relaxing; but it’s about being content, in whatever place you find your heart. Somethings, you’re bound to outgrow. Recline, but don’t decline; being forever at rest. Love, meant to be a forever experience. Not a version, that needs endless adjustments. Trying to make only one side, feel a little more comfortable. If the love is on the decline, take a moment… to redefine, and readjust. Someday, it’s the Lazy boy; but every day, should never be… a Lazy Love!

WCR

The Blush!

Cosmetic, to so many… just a veneer. Wax on, wax off; the waxing cold. Heart trying to seem polished to perfection, but the love… still so hard to see. A rosy personality, but the heart… not so sweet. The lines blurred, the love a bit tongue and cheeky. Hearts, just varying shades; of the true color of love. Lip service, a display of… a plastic smile. A look in the mirror, things not as it appear. The love producing a tingle, but the heart still needing reassurance. The love not temporary, not the what feels good… at the moment. The love may begin as a heart blushing, but can turn into a soul yearning; for a more colorful love. A love that truly compliments, a love that will make your soul blush; but never make you embarrassed, to be a heart exposed. Love is like a flower, should be approached; like it’s a pure white rose. Enhanced by a brush, up against a love… upon a crimson vine. The buds of your soul ready to blossom, with a lightly scented blush of love!

A blush, each stroke means more love felt; a heart blushing with so much glee. A natural application, that never needs embarrassment… to ever be applied. Showing, a heart with so much beauty; the love within a beautiful soul. Even the faintest blush, is a heart knowing a feeling. Love is not just a feeling good, but what feels right. We can never see true beauty, while looking through a tinted glass. The true meaning of love, clearly seen in a heart; draped within a scarlet glow. Love may not be a bed of roses, but should always be… hearts in bloom. All roses have a stem… of problems, but the love for is a love Divine. Should never be, what you make wither away. Know how to differentiate, the sweet scent of love. Not through a sense of smell, but by knowing the true sent… of a fragrant smelling heart!

I’m not ashamed of my heart, I will never be embarrassed to tell the world; “how much, I’m in love with You!” If they see me blush, it’s because of how deeply Your love… compliments my soul. Even when my heart felt shy, Your love has never made my soul feel flustered. Just overwhelmed, when Your love moves me to tears. You’re Amazing love, has been applied deeply; upon the depth of my soul. Why, Your heart will forever be… my crimson love!

WCR

The Asset!

The Blessings that it affords, the richness that I have come to know. That grows more profitable, than my heart should ever deserve. I don’t look at it as being in possession, knows it as an Asset; wealth beyond measure. My heart has seen much, my soul… still experiencing amazing. The putting into place, the watching over; the building up. The connect, the never disengaged; to forever rely on. Not through ownership, through the relation. What gives true value, what accompanies. The ability to create, the power to do; through the indwelling. It’s not about the right marketing strategy, but the right type of Asset. A resource, to give aid; help in times of need. The love for becoming so attractive, a soul forever benefiting. Clarity, becomes the true advantage. Through the redeeming, the saving… grace!

Having the right Asset, will never be about talent; but a gift given, to help assess pitfalls. When faith wasn’t my strong suit, it was the most attractive feature. You can never build lasting, without having a strong foundation. You can’t build wealth of, without the right Asset in place. A strategic alliance, showing how to fight the good fight. Resist the enemy, trying to infiltrate the mind, with fear and unbelief. Equip your heart with strength, give your soul the ability to truly overcome. You can have the most amazing Asset, but without steady deposits of faith; growth becomes stagnant. Even if the struggle, is the unknown; take hold of the Greatness. Which can only be known, with the right Asset in place. The Spirit, that lives and moves; heart and soul.

WCR

Black History; Jamdown Style!

Yah, yah; Wah gwaan? Big up (respect), to all of the massive. All the black people, spread out… all over the world. The African people, all fi mi (my) Caribbean bredren, and sistren (brother and sister). Straight from the heart, much love, much respect. Jump up and wave… yuh (your) hand. Bless the One, from whom all blessings flow. Be proud of yuh (your) culture, be proud of yuh (your) heritage. Make fi yuh (your) love sweet, love sweet like sugga. Let love tek ova (take over), move eena yuh (in your) heart. Don’t worry with the fussing, and the fighting. Don’t get involved with the mix up, mix up (other people’s business). Yah mon, yuh (you) done know. One Love, One heart. Let fi yuh (your) light shine, let yuh (your) heart lose interest; for everything fleshly. All of my black bredrens, love and kiss up, pan fi yuh (on your) little island girl. Love her, with all of fi yuh (your) heart! Zeen, bless up!

Black History month, was first a American tradition; started in 1926. Now it’s recognized, by a number of countries. It’s also a part of my heritage, being originally from the Caribbean. I wanted to give tribute, to all the people. Who have made a contribution, to black history. Even though I speak with the English tongue. I do know, and understand the Jamaican patwa (dialect). I thought I would introduce it into the post, as a tribute to the culture. I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe learned something for your repertoire!

WCR

Unplugged!

Unplug, doesn’t have to mean a disconnect; between heart and soul. Unplug, another opportunity to get reconnected. A moment, to have a heart to heart. Undistracted devotion, two hearts connecting… on a deeper level. So many, believe they’re plugged in; but never notice, there’s not connected. Sometimes you have to disconnect, remove all the distractions; to have a new love connection. Love plugged in, not about feeling the electricity; but knowing the authenticity. Unplug, but never be disengaged… from what truly matters. You can never get a full charge, know the love needs a recharge. Without first knowing, what is a true connect? Not seen through a momentary glance, the peripheral; but a true deep connection!

The heart can get something, from just a partial connection. But the soul missing something sustainable, not being fully engaged. Knowing what is just seen, but not knowing… what can only be felt. Many want to know, the secret to long lasting. My plug, and the knowing is simply this; Deeply Devoted. Sometimes we may seem plugged in, but still unaware. The love is not a real connect, head to heart. You can know turned on, but still not know connectivity. Turn off, can still be engaged. If you know how to stay connected, to what truly binds the love… together. Remove the obstacle, untangle what holds you back, and just connect… for real. In love, we sometimes become unplugged; but we should never let it become, forever disengaged!

WCR

The Lost, and Found!

Distraction, how you lose sight; of what truly matters. A heart searching, to find what is missing. Even if you can’t find your way, or what direction to take? What is lost, can be found… again. Ask, Seek, Knock; that’s how you get, find what your heart is looking for. When you have arrived, don’t just stand at the door. Enter in, how you receive; the hearts desire. How to truly know, you have found, and the soul can finally stop searching. Even a misfit, even if you’re at odds, and at the end. Hope on a rope, hanging in plain sight; waiting, for when your heart is truly ready… to take hold. Misplaced faith, is hope first found. Lost time, can still be a moment found… to breathe!

Twenty four, seven; and seven days a week. Whatever the need, you have access… to a faithful friend. Seated at the right, waiting to enter in… to a deeper understanding; nothing missing, nothing broken. For when the missing is sought, love; what’s always found. Something missing, is the love claimed; for the heart and soul. To some, a lost and found is just a place; but it’s about the belonging. It’s not about a possession, but the claiming; what is freely given. The getting of what has been stored up, what is waiting to be retrieved… by your heart. The Lost, and Found; hearts intersecting, reunited… in love!

WCR

Song Inspired; The Sweetest Days!

Sweet love, don’t worry about our tomorrow. Let’s always make today, the sweetest days. For Daddy God, has us in the center of His love. Rest in His love, snuggle up to my heart. Hear my beating heart, your love is still moving…. me. We’re not hanging on, not just hanging around. After all the years, the love is not broken. At this moment, in this season. We still hold this love, close to our heart. Out of the abundance, love speaks. Close your eyes, leave your heart wide open. You will never need a looking glass, to see into my soul. With every gaze, you will see a clear reflection, of a love so Divine. The sweetest days, are days that taste so sweet. Your love will forever have, a sweet taste upon my heart. On the sweetest days, love is the song. The rhythm, the rhyme; the taking hold of the heart!

At every dawn, another kiss upon the love; ten thousand times. Love to make the heart breathless, the soul speechless; trying to put love… into words. A fast talker can know sweet words, but a faithful heart. Can put a soul at rest, to have a sweet dream. I am an old soul, but the love within… everyday renewed. Your love is alive in me, when moments get heavy; feel the weight of my love? What troubles you, weighs on my heart; I’m always here for you… hush. Sweet love, these arms of mine. They can never demonstrate, the true strength of my love. They can hold you, but it’s my soul… that knows you. Don’t ever hesitate, to push up against my heart, lean into my love. Our bodies are turning with the times, but the love… better as we age. Love is meant to be the warmth, when the nights are cold. The light, when the days are darkest!

Candy girl, the road is winding; but the journey is on bending. Another day together, still worth finding. We’ve battled fear, but never scared of the unknown. Life is rushing by, for me the love secure; anchored by our faith. What has always held us down, what will never fail us. A lifetime of sweet memories, that’s what we have. The sweetest days, is every day… I get to be with you. But one day, still stands apart… as the sweetest. The day our love, was pronounced; Husband and Wife. The sweetest kiss of love, upon my heart and soul. A love dancing with my heart, and will continue; until the end of our days. Every day, our love will play another slow jam; time together… makes it sweet. Your love is living proof, God has brought our hearts together. The days go on, the love forever. Every day, the breadth of love felt. These are the days, the Sweetest Days; our hearts will ever know!

– The sweetest days, is a song by Vanessa L. Williams; Released in 1994. Happy Valentines to everyone, may love be afforded to your heart, 365 days a year! Have a blessed weekend!

WCR