On the canvas of the heart, splashes of life reveals, the colors of love!
Chains, not a figment of imagination, for so many it provokes contemplation. The objective of chains, not to keep your limbs bound, but keep your heart restrained. Your love tethered to fear, the unknown!
A heart rises from the ashes, on the wings of love. Soars like an eagle, on the breadth therein!
So many hearts, infatuated with a love, easy on the eyes. Rather, be moved by a love, that’s easy on the heart. True love, doesn’t dress to impress, but dresses for success. Lasting love, bares it all, lets intimacy see what you’re made of?
Another instalment, of by design. For those who don’t know the story, my late daughter took graphic design in college. Since, she’s not here to live her dream, I will be creating/designing graphical images, and posting them on her behalf! I hope you enjoyed them!
If the sun doesn’t rise, then, how can one’s heart shine? What if, the sun didn’t illuminate, how would blinded hearts, be able to see? If the sun wasn’t influential, would true love become a deep ocean, or the current feel like a depth, your soul could never fathom? What if, the sun wasn’t extremely important, would that influence life’s perspective, or become a clouded perception? If the sun, didn’t give off heat, would love have warmth, would every heart become undesirably cold? What if, the sun couldn’t help the soul revolve, how would love evolve, to an elevated plain? If the sun doesn’t move, would our worth be relative, or our humanity cease to be relevant? What if, the sun didn’t light the world, could love exist, could a heart become its own force of nature? If, the sun didn’t have say in the weather, would seasons matter, could a heart whether the storms? If the sun stood still, could words put a spin on it, or equate if words would be enough, to change the gravity? What if, energy wasn’t a factor, oxygen wasn’t a necessity, could a heart be able question; if the sun?
Like the sun, love is my purpose, my source, my light, my oxygen, my confidence, my anchor, my constant, my axis, my reason. Knowing my saving grace, The elevated breadth, empowering me!
Profound love, beyond what the mind alone, can comprehend. Only the heart, knows the true meaning. The texture, interwoven, the fabric ingrained, tethered to love’s divine quintessence. Love’s intellectual charm, has that, je ne sais quoi, the undeniable essence. To leave the soul speechless, the heart lost for words. Even, in its silent moments, the breadth is moving. The beauty transcends, its light reflects, its gaze captivates, captures the imagination. Love’s charm draws, the intellect enhances, speaks with clarity. Love whole, responds with action, and intelligence. The presence hovers, in vulnerability covers, with strength embraces. Thoughtful reasoning, and true understanding, becomes a beautiful exchange; love’s charm, and intellect!
She, was born a fighter. Pound for pound, her heart, as endearing as they come. Her endurance, would be tested, her love strengthened. The seventeen year battle, a lifetime of pain, takes its toll. Some days, you bet it’s a struggle, but, our faith is real. Two thousand and eight, the doctor approached, and said; “you shouldn’t still be standing, yet alone breathing.” The issue, her blood; a massive clot, should have already taken your life.” He marveled, he wondered; “what’s keeping her up?” She laughed, under her breath said; but God, staying vertical. And so, she looked at her finger, the ring; knowing she had someone in her corner. A man, the love no myth, the legend would be; till death… True love, not about the stamina, but the heart, and the pledge. During, the decade long fight, an underlined complication, waged an intense assault. An aggressive contender, began a profound campaign. Trying, to rupture her voice, take her sight, collapse her lungs, fracture cognitive harmony. In this last battle, the blow was to her head. And, her legs gave out, and down she went. The doctor’s diagnosis, her condition caused, a rare kind of stroke, partial left sided paralysis. But, the towel wasn’t thrown, and who’s keeping score, or what’s even in the cards? As, long as she’s still breathing, and able to get back on her feet, the fight will continue; one day at a time. Fear, will never get her to believe, continuing is impossible. Every day, she dares, to show herself; her faith, makes it possible. Six weeks ago, she could barely move her left side. Last week, she once again had full range of motion, in her left arm. This week, she stood on her own for the first time, and with assistance from a walker, she’s walking. Her heart, defying the notion, her Will had no power. She’s, rehabilitating her worth, building her confidence; my wife, she’s a fighter!
This post is an updated, and lays out a bit of the history, what my wife has been fighting over the years. There’s no doubt about it, she’s a fighter, with someone forever in her corner, not willing to throw in the towel, or away our faith. It’s been six weeks since, and she’s fighting her way back, and will hope be home, in three to four weeks, ready to fight the next contender. Working two jobs, visiting her every day, sometimes twice a day, takes a lot out of you. But, my heart will continue the beat, until she’s home!
Sometimes, it seems life is trying to break you, like faith is letting you down. Leaving your heart in a place, where it feels like there’s no escape. Where, it seems hope has left you high and dry. The tears won’t fall, bitterness welling, but that’s when, you pour out another portion; love. You, can be so sure of yourself, but breathing is not so easy, in a toxic world. When tomorrow, may look just like today; misty eyes. The heart, breaking to see, the state of our humanity. The pain is felt, oh love, hear my appeal; what’s blinding you? Dreams imploding, indifference emboldened. Hearts, lying still in the dark, not letting in the dawn, the full light come in. The soul hiding, anxiety feeding, love slowly fading. Fear, wanting to break your spirit, waiting to steal your confidence. I’ve seen this, in loved ones, but this I know; burdens won’t break me, will never sway my heart. Though the tears fall, I stand tall, stand with, stand by. Until, courage whispers in the fight, stand strong. Love, has a profound role to play, be a shoulder to lean on. If, ones Will doesn’t break, then, one’s promise to be there, will never be broken. Be a heart, that will be faithful, through every season. I’m here to say, love is the most tangible thing; physical, or spiritual. Hope is found, in the arms of love. Even if, you don’t know who you are, today. Every season, has a reason, every battle a purpose; teaches resilience. If it seems, life is breaking you? Still reach out your heart, extend your hand, be faithful to love. There’s no breaking Will, when you know, fear can never break a heart, trenched deep in love. In the trenches, where, the greatest battles are won! Jun 21, 2023
If I, could wish to have anything, I wouldn’t wish for a million dollars, wouldn’t wish to have an expensive sports car. Why, would I desire a supermodel on my arm, when you’re always, by my side? If I had a wishing well, or could wish upon a star, wish for anything in this world. I would wish for nothing less, than my everything. The love we share, all I will ever need, to live every tomorrow. If I had nothing else, but our love, my heart would be just fine. I don’t, wish to have the world, don’t wish to live forever. I just want, to the end of time, with you. Shoes can be filled, but glass slipper needs, a special kind of love, dreams are made of. The truth is, no one could model a heart, wear love the way you do. Did I mention, my heart has no use, for a mansion. As a matter of fact, let me take that back. I would love, for your heart to be the mansion, where there’s always accommodation. Room for my love, a place where my heart can always feel, at home. Laying breathless, every heartbeat singing; here and now, is our endless love. My heart knowing, if I could have anything, it would always be you!
Once upon a moment, there was a heart, with a broken wing. This heart, loved being free, lived feeling whole. But, when the soul can’t breathe, life takes a toll, the strong winds takes its hold. Breaking your spirit, fracturing your will. Wounding what was once, beautiful wings. A heart exhausted, trying to be strong, until flight became the fight. When, hope is not elevated, faith becomes the struggle, finding the strength to be. The notion in that moment, the gravity. Emotion given space, poetry in motion. Wings can’t sustain, a heart free falling. A soul, colliding with fear of the unknown. In the brokenness, in the helplessness, vultures circle. A traumatized heart, leaves your wings paralyzed. But, while existing in a vulnerable state, compassion finds you. Love holds you gently, cares profoundly. How, do you help a broken wing? Time, healing, devotion; what every broken heart needs, to thrive, not just survive. A rehabilitated wing, a heart knowing brokenness, doesn’t define your healing. It’s a wild, wild world, even though there’s winds of change. A butterfly released, finds its wings are, beautiful. It’s not, just angels that know how to fly. Every heart takes flight, given the chance, to spread wings like an eagle. Rise, with the wind beneath your wings, with breadth in your soul. Don’t let anyone, tell you to mend, the heart has to bend. Let your soul pretend, that it’s mind over what truly matters, Love. Putting the heart in a box, not what brings about healing. Clean hands, a pure heart; tends to your being. Once upon a moment, will never mean broken wings, won’t feel whole… again!
We all need forgiveness, living in our flawed moments. We all need, to look in the mirror, to see the reality; we’re all broken people. When you point the finger, there’s one pointing back. To become reflective, we need to be, the best version of our humanity. Change is everything, what only love can bring. Here’s the thing, what if, we could see differently? It would change, the point of view; we don’t bleed any different. Flaws are not our weakness, courage comes from within. Scars don’t define us, compassion unites us. To static don’t cling, movement, makes love do its thing. Before, the perspective becomes 360, the heart needs to do a 180. An authentic soul, a heart that’s BOLD, displaying love; 24, 7, 365. In every darkened moment, love is the ray of light; shining through darkness, eclipsing all the madness. Every ray of hope, brings with it the opportunity, to let love’s light shine, brighter. In these enlightened moments, love’s inner beauty can radiate, truly. Days are numbered, time is ticking; we ain’t a forgettable number, every heartbeat has a purpose. We all make mistakes, deep down we have our own battles. But, that doesn’t change the fact, our worth is equal; we all need grace, 24, 7, 365!
You’re in every song, my love knows to sing. In every breath, my soul finds to breathe. In the sun, the moon, the stars. In every moment, my heart becomes still. You’re worthy of the praise, words can’t even convey. Above every word, breathing out my soul. There’s no other, nothing as breathtaking, and true. You showed me how to be, how to breathe. Whenever my silent river, became overwhelming, and blue. You blinded my eyes, so my heart could be open, to know. You made the difference, replaced what was missing, inside of me. Life, can leave a soul bitter, lost, empty, broken. A heart with no beat, heartbeats with no reason. Love, makes you believe, tomorrow will be better. When it fills you, it teaches you, guides you. When it moves you, to be greater than. Lest we forget, love is a person, not just a thing. We become, so love can transcend; time, space. Every day, I need love to show me again, who You are. The meaning, the essence, its nature. So, I can know how to truly reflect, show who I Am… on the inside!
The measure, the portion, equally proportioned. The texture, the fabric, love’s intrinsic tapestry. Tug on the string, but don’t rip out my heart. Love, holds my brokenness together. So, I don’t desperately have to cling, to all the pieces. Love tethers everything, to my devotion. Love is the instrument, to make my soul sing. My poetic muse, every inspired thing, the love I bring, from within this heart of mine. I don’t, have any loose change, just a wad of love; I let it reign. Change is truly irrelevant, if kindness doesn’t make the act, evident. Love’s perception, affirmed by the action taken, the love given. The piece of your heart, you’re freely willing to share. Letting others, see into your love, peer into your soul. It’s a vulnerable state, but a rewarding time, and space. When love breaks, for what feeling broken. The void in that place, makes the heart feel whole. True love is actions speaking, louder than words. To love I don’t cleave, one day; this world I will leave. Love is no good, if I keep all the pieces my heart, to myself. So, ask of me, heartfelt portions of my love, what my soul will impart. The best parts of me, I give to you, wholeheartedly. Letting go, the most profound way, to make a difference, enhance our humanity. Roses are red, violets are blue, but does your love beautify too? Sweet love, meant to be handed out, like candy. Why, give someone a piece of your mind, when you can indulge everyone, with your sincere affection? We all, have it to give, the sweetest love. Even, the piece of your heart, you keep locked up behind, the veil. Friend, take care, I’ve shared with you, the deepest parts of me. I need to go find someone, and share the finest thing I have, the love inside of me. And if, you should ever need more love? I will be waiting and ready, to give all I have, in this heart of mine!
A Love Story! 
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