Month: July 2024

Life’s Rhyme, Love’s Reason!

They say, but who are they, to know the reason, to the distinct rhythm of one’s heartbeat? Some believe, but can some-one’s claim perceive, reconcile why, love’s composition concedes, to never change? Life’s rhyme, therein lies the reason, to know love’s quintessence. Words, sounds like, but actions state, the substance within one’s soul. Bravado within one’s heart, reveals the tempo of its rhyme, time; poetry in love’s motion. Life speaks in syllables, love’s interpretation making it relatable. Some say, but every day, things stay the same. Love quotes, verses note, but when said and done, did it resonate? Alter the debate, is life just fate, or love what gives it weight? If, love isn’t a song, why do hearts pledge it being, birds sing its melodies, flowers do their thing; sway to it, so beautifully? Logic says, but logically how could it ever understand, how love blinds a heart, capturing sound reasoning? The hypnotic vibes, to some life’s rhyme, hearts living in tribes. Never deepened, swayed by love’s poetic reason. For some, life’s rhyme is emotional, love’s reason be, promotional. One’s mind, still grappling with the rhyme, dabbling in life’s wayward uncertainty. Where wholeheartedly, intentionally, intuitively; love is, always and forever will be, life reasoned!

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It’s Happening!

It’s happening, of such importance, it’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s felt, has its own atmospheric context, for it moves; happening. Oxygenating, how much is expelled, only time will tell. On things is for sure, it makes the heart swell, the soul drawing from its well. If, passion’s rendered infectious, therefore, happiness must surely be contagious. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist, to understand the gravity of its essence. It’s happening, nothing can erase its existence, can change its nature, can stop it from becoming, restrain the supremacy of its reason. It’s happening, power can’t refuse its will, cold vapor can’t refute its chill. Expressions of it exhibitory means, confessions of the heart’s inherent needs. Lungs divulge its truth, lips indulge its use, its continuum never suppressed. It happens, regardless of speech, nevertheless of thought. It lives in heartbeats, escapes into daydreams. Will do what it does, under your nose. It roams the night, exist in plain sight, resist being held tight. Its presence seeps, its worth keeps. Proving, in the here and now, it’s happening; breath is taken, so breathe!

Rhythmic Friday; Sometimes!

Sometimes, we feel like a rockstar, act like we’re a superstar; but, are we truly living, to shine your light, like the rising star? Everyday, it’s the alarm clock, The rock, and the roll… out of bed. First, I shake my head, then do a heart check, 1, 2; the soul too. To get things started, I clear my throat, and my mind, and say a little prayer. Sometimes, push and shove collides, therefore, heart and soul has to stem the tide; make love the answer, every time. Sometimes, my lady sings the blues, but I don’t need a Holiday, to let her know. Her heart I choose, her love moves, and “you’re still the one, I want for life. Sometimes, DJ life, hits me with the funk, so I groove to it, “get down on it.” For, under the Midnight Star, “there’s no parking on the dance floor.” DJ, let the Disc go, “play another slow jam, this time make it sweet.” Cheek to cheek, love enlightens the sun, the moonlight glistens tenderly, making my shining star, glow endlessly. Oh, Sometimes, the day becomes, how the soul gets into the groove, how it makes the heart move. Actions with nothing to prove, but how to be in-sync, with love’s harmonious rhythm; oh, happy day!

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The Script; Peace’s Sure!

Peace’s deep inner sure, the place where the yearning soul, encounters the depth of love’s provision, the heart breathing in the breadth of its divine tranquility. When the rain falls, the snow cascades, soul’s innermost hidden, within the gravity of heaven’s reign, soaking in the droplets of its dew. Watering the earth, yet at the same time, the soul nourished, the heart flourishing. Planted seeds, yielding its bounty, what the bread of heaven provides. The rhema of faith’s substance, hovering within the surety of love’s peaceful sure. Proclaiming the empowerment, never returning void of its existence. Love and peace, accomplishes it desired outcome, will achieve its predestined purpose. That just needing one’s heartfelt belief, be the catalyst of its intent. The soul knowing its joyous allure, a heart endowed with love’s confidence. Mountains and hills singing its melody, forest yields its sway, valleys of life giving its due. To a soul living securely within love’s heavenly sure, a heart not relying on momentary bliss. But knowing peace’s sure, is forever girding love’s assurance, found within the pages of love’s script, the essence of its peace filled sure! Isaiah 55: 10-13 NIV

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The Place!

There’s a place, where everyone needs to know, no walls exist. No airplane can get you there, just your wings and a prayer. No boat, can sail you to its sure, to treasure its worth. A lighthouse, illuminates perception, but a heart’s path lit, enlightens true perspective. It’s a journey’s anthem, a lifetime’s pursuit, a lifestyle’s commitment, that gets you to this place. And oh, how the soul thrives, innermost never breaks out in hives. Mind, body, soul, arriving at a place, where a moment in time meets you, rendering anxiety’s hold powerless. In its reign, its power endowing you to subdue fear’s unknown. For in this place, shackles are outlawed, chains are taboo. Don’t know, if you could ever get there, where there’s a will, the heart and soul is empowered, with fortitude to overcome. Getting there is never easy, but necessary, to embolden its cascading joy. This is the place, pursuing happiness, the want to immerse yourself within its tranquil seas. For many years now, my soul, has been living in this place, and with love’s provision, it governs my heart. Don’t get it twisted, things will test your resilience, try to twist your mind in nots, but yes, in this place your resolve will be fortified. This place, where your heart has the freedom, to rise above the tide, your soul never having to hide. Where living is, being in the place in your life called, inner Peace!

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Song Inspired; Woo, Woo, Woo!

Love should be, always and forever, all the heart believes, what the soul perceives, what it deserves to be. In heat of the moment, love cover, with things said and done. That should never mean, love fails to be, anything but what it was meant to be; its endless woo, woo, woo. A heart, could never justify, what the mind thinks love should be. It’s just a fact, real love isn’t anything wanted, but everything needed. Love, doesn’t wrap you around its finger, but wraps itself around you, raptures you with its presence. Not holding back, what the heart feels, but gives you of its needs, what will surely please. Fortified love, shed colors of crimson hues. Rhetorical as it seems, deep love isn’t anything less, than significant to be. Your love fortifying me, my love fortifying you. It doesn’t deny, but says, come to me. “Let me put my arms around you, this was meant to be.” Can my love pursue you, you, woo. Can it woo, woo, you; anytime, anywhere? One thing is for sure, something so good, should never be denied, ever be defied, just defined. Love’s beautiful flower, releases in you its desired bloom. The essence of its song, captivating you with its allure, swaying your heart deeply. Purified love, fortifies mind, body, soul, a heart whole, holistic love its innermost. So, in the height of your troubles, in the depth of your struggles. Anxiety running deep, seeming too much; hush. Let, love prove to you its worth, how it pulls you through. With its intended purpose known, it’s wooing you!

“You Should Be Mine (The Woo Woo Song)” is a 1986 song by Jeffrey Osborne, from the album Emotional. It was his biggest hit single, reaching #13 on the top 💯 Billboard chart.

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More than This!

More than breadth, beyond deepest depth, life is, moments are, time gives, perspective matters. Heart tattered, soul bruises and battered, mind scattered. More than words, found tears, found fears, hope is never lost. Within pain, within hurt, within loss, within anxiety, deep breath purges. More than moving, more than proving, the offering; more than words. A breathtaking deed, a beautiful creed, heartfelt glee; the sacrifice. Right here, right now, always, forever. Endless stream pouring, deep river overflowing, an overwhelming ocean. This is, part of living, imparted giving, more than breathing. A lifestyle, a lifetime’s encounter. In the madness, despite the chaos. Its little might, does the heart right, the soul’s outlook bright. More than these, Love is, More than this!

Life’s Quote;

With a reference point realignment, enlightenment provides life’s greater understanding, of love’s gift to heart and soul!

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Droplets!

Droplets, that drenches the heart, drowns the soul. Awakening life’s moments, with the sound of morning melodies. Droplets of heaven’s dew, resting breathlessly on the morning’s hue, precipitated breadth of dawn’s moistened excess. Droplets of love’s purity, of its clarity, of its divine fluidity. Overflowing, overwhelming, life’s complacent levees. Rainy days, misty moments, seeping from within, droplets of hope, of dreams. And, for those hearts loving wide open, a soul bared unfettered. Knowing more than this, lies beyond the mist. Living, out one’s ornate purpose, ones spirit basking in the tenor of, love’s beautiful reign!

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Vowed!

Solemnly, vow deepens breadth of time, moments a heart never lets slip, through the transparency of hour’s glass. In to me it sees, out of actions it knows, commitment will make it my solemn truth. Deeply, vowed depth transcends. Not space, nor time can eclipse what’s at hand. The sublime significance of its kind, the soul so inclined, to never relinquish heartfelt moments in time. Profoundly, love’s assurance, never says there won’t be stumbles, the unintended fumble, the occasional grumble, days with deep within rumbles, souls needing to be fed. Beyond falling, in love; love’s endearing momentum should always, make the butterflies tumble. Sincerely, the moment the pledge is given, love states clearly, but the heart still needs to act. Letting it be known, it’s not a one-off encounter, but pledge of one’s heart, a lifetime of love’s endless glimpses. A racing heart stopped, with a gaze into one’s soul. Avowed love, meaningless if not true, pointless if not enacted. Two hearts momentous journey, to their one heartbeat’s forevermore!

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Art of Becoming…

Art of Becoming…

The art of becoming, paints the soul in love’s self portrait, the heart’s beauty being one with its innermost. The process of coming into one’s self, the nature of one’s concession, the understanding that one’s worth, doesn’t exclude one’s soul. In the beginning, it’s first learning how to become, then how to be. How to let the progression of time, be some of our most profound breath-taking moments. Art of becoming, happens in stages, in acts performed, actions swaying heart and mind, becoming expressions of love’s meaningful soliloquy. Overcoming, part of living out, the tapestry of life’s artistry, what love inevitably becomes, purposeful. In the art of becoming, sway leaves in its wake a legacy, that ripple the sands of time, what the heart had a hand in. Being something, nothing tangible, if the love portrayed, hasn’t truly become everything, substantive. Becoming, turns into what it’s meant to be, transformative. It doesn’t have to be a work of art, to become a genuine portrayal. Having the it factor, love enacted intentionally, never inactive. The truest love, resides in deep places. Even brokenhearted, love’s resilience is unfathomable. What it needs to be, what one’s soul needs it to become. Within a heart well textured, versed in the art of becoming, love’s wholistic imagery!

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