Month: July 2022

Real Love, More than Scraps!

In a fragmented world, love is the glue, to mend broken-hearted. A little bit of love, scribbled on even a scrap of love’s endearing fabric. Remnants will be love’s scented fragrance, lingering on the breadth of the heart. Every snippets of time, you’re held in love’s embrace, it’s healing for the soul. Even, the smallest amount of love shown, remains a part of a longing heart. No heart, is a throw away, no soul should be discarded. Not even a scrap of love, should be something you throw out, or simply dispose of. For every heart, for love there will be a need. Love, not something you eliminate, but elevate. Love is restoration, true love refreshing; profound love restores. Heart and soul, to its rightful place, love becoming!

What do you do, when love won’t let your heart, be restrained? When love makes your soul pant, groan; shout the battle cry; to fight for what you believe in. Your love, no longer willing to be silent. What do you do, when a dry land, turns into a river? The heart cries, your love in a deeper place. What are you going to do, when life wants to plundered your heart, rob your soul of peace? What are you going to do, when the walls close in? Trying to trap you, imprison your faith, in unhealthy emotions? Hope held captive, the mind shackled by depression? What are you going to do, when the world says; your heart is fair game? That it’s okay, pretending your soul is deaf, acting like your heart is blind, to all the atrocities? What are you going to do, when darkness ties, to snuff out your light, take your breath? Yes, tell me? What do you do, when your heart and soul, will no longer be a slave, to fear of the unknown? What are you going to do, when you know your heart; is no longer tattered, but tethered? You, Raise a Hallelujah!

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Don’t Quit your Daydream!

Not successful in love, your soul not a natural born singer, not a poet a heart? Every heart, can be profoundly inspired. Sing your heart out, share what’s in depth of being. When, your stomach starts hatching butterflies. On the wings of grace, be a pursuer of hopes and dreams. Let love, take you by the heart. Don’t chase fairytales, chase the butterflies, don’t give up your daydream. Don’t get lost in thought, wishing for a Cinderella. Don’t dream to the end of time, for your own Prince Charming. Search your heart, there you will surely find; you’re worth having, your dreams come true. Don’t dream in fantasies, live the reality; a vision of love, enlightens the imagination. Pleasant thoughts, a distraction to indifference. Your ambitions, your muse, every desire. Impressions, figments of a reflective soul. When life takes a turn, the day reflecting on what’s in your heart. Though, someone else can’t see into another heart’s potential. I’m here to tell you, don’t Quit your Daydream. It’s not your Job, to convince you have many dreams!

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Fun Friday; Glide!

When, you’re feeling super fly, no one, has to ask your heart why? They will surely see, love makes your soul soar. In love, a different kind of living. The heart humming, a soul that won’t stop dancing, even when no music is playing. Love is the song, keeping the heart in tune, swaying your beliefs. Love bubbling, spilling when the heart is full. A heart, doesn’t have to know how to dance. For the blood to be pumping, the beat jamming. A soul freestyling, knows how to glide, to every heartbeat. When, your heart knows how to glide, your soul will certainly smile, doing the electric slide, feeling energized. When, one step forward, two steps back won’t do? Bust a smooth move, get your heart in the groove, glide on the dance floor. Grin, laugh out loud; like you got away with something. Your soul, avoided singing the blues. Instead, you’re dancing to a love song. Not getting down, to a brand new funk. You don’t need a crowd, be your own captivated audience. Dance your heart out, like there’s no one watching. Uncontrollable, feelings incredible; love in the flow, the joy overflows. Celebrate, you are; what love says you are. Whenever, you’re feeling the strain, outside the pouring rain. Tears, don’t mean you’re losing, the groove. Just say, heart, drop the beat; the rhythm, the rhyme, the harmony, will free your soul. When, the melody move you, the love will hold you. Keep you dancing, all night long. Until all the blues, drift away. When, pacing back and forth won’t do? When, the day wants you to get down? Roll with it, tell it to bounce, and skate. Don’t let the mood, break your stride. Glide forever, on the wings of love!

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