Author: Warren Richards

Its Intentional Gaze!

Could, someone please tell it to my heart, how does my soul’s breathless amazement, not become my words left utterly speechless? And if, that doesn’t provoke intuitive perplexity? How, then through contemplation, my soul longs to know the breadth of its consistency? This emboldened soul of mine, would eagerly journey the end of time, needing to fathom its depth. If that’s the case, why, wouldn’t one’s heart not be willing, to drown in its unfathomable ocean? Just, to know its deepest places, be my soul in awe, gasping within the spaces of its vastness. Pondering the nature of its existence, one’s mind provoked so deeply. You take your heart out of its sheath, only to have your doubts, slain by the might of its wonder. Your soul, thoroughly captured by its beauty, daydreams swept away into its blissful yonder, by the sphere of its influence. A heart, traversing the heartfelt plain of its own destiny, a soul encountering, the ways of its ecstasy. Where, the bravest of souls, are not just willing to have their heart wide open, but be profoundly swayed by its charm. A heart in a place, where no harm befalls, falling within its infectious arms. Its aura, a sight to behold, how its muse takes hold, its language so bold. Whispers to your soul in the stillness, peers into your hopelessness. What brings a heart to tears, what soothes your fears. Your soul, feeling its warmth, swaddling you in your brokenness. Immensely, intensely, indubitably; its presence hovers within the shadows. No needy heart could ever escape it, Love’s intentional gaze!

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Irrevocably!

Irrevocably yours, within my soul and that of my heart, of love deeply true. For I, within my heart of hearts, know love could never be pure, if not love irrevocable. Vow I have vowed, not of just words, but of my heart’s posture. Soul’s absolute pledge to be of love, death could never part. Destiny is, destiny does, irrevocably transcend; time, space. Picturesque love, not just poetic art, work’s of love’s unalterable stance. Like of the wind’s might, my heart is irrevocably taken. My soul has flight, expanding my mind’s sight. Love’s breathless encounter, mind, heart, soul; altered irrevocably. Faithful love does, for faithful love is, unapologetically intentional. Truth of love’s essence, in me deeply embedded, my deepest love emboldened to be, tangibly felt, unshakably committed. Therefore, how could my heart be irrevocably blue, dipped in love’s crimson hue? Love’s inalienable breadth, of one’s soul attainable, its beauty of one’s heart, irrevocably available. My heart’s soliloquy, of what my soul utters, of what perpetual ink spills, my dearest love, irrevocable!

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Comfort of My Soul!

My soul, laid back against love’s beckoning, my heart, comfortably nestled within the depth of its sweet embrace. My thoughts, lost forever within the mystery of its peace. My breath, confounded years later my heart, can still be found breathlessly at home. There’s no other place, my soul would rather be, than drowning deep within this irrevocable place. Tears for fears, love’s beautiful exchange; the years comforting tears, washing away any lingering fears. This love story, could ever cease being, the love deepening even more. It has, afforded my heart much, comforted my soul with such warmth, of love’s deepest touch. Comforting my heart to know, my soul, exhales the only breadth it will truly ever need. No complacent thoughts, anxious will, could ever satisfy love’s heartfelt desire. Love’s forevermore, at the core of my soul needing, to know the crux of my heartbeat’s reason. Ask of my heart, it will say of my soul; my heart and soul, comfortable being here, wrapped up within Your love. Here, in this place in my life, I don’t worry about tomorrow, the things I can’t control. The focus being the state of my heart, let love’s attention be in the details. Who, What, When, Where; Why, chase butterflies, not understanding it’s in those moments, fluttering feelings, indicative of love’s colorful beauty. Every imperfection, nuances of what my heart needs, to embolden my soul’s resolve. Never be comfortable being, indifferent with my love. What more could I ask, but my soul being content forever; Here, in this familiar place!

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Wednesday Proverb; Faith, Hope! 

Faith, Hope, characteristics of the same measure, wholeness its aim. Faith, doesn’t rely on fame, to help bolster its claim. Hope, produces no shame, your heart invoking its name. Faith is the substance, Hope its evidence. A Faithful heart, a Hopeful soul. Faith, employs conception, Hope, embraces perception. Fear of the unknown, could never embolden its deception. Faith, looks deep into your soul, searches the heart as a whole; filling you with Hope, wings of love will surely reach forevermore. Faith bound, Hope found; tethered, becomes so profound. Faith and Hope, kindred spirits, heartfelt they fundamentally prevail, fruits of one’s resilience unveiled. Faith and Hope, reaches to the depth, where logic could never fathom. Faith, doesn’t require intellect, Hope is naturally direct. Having that, je ne sais quoi, what only one’s own heart can know. Faith, hovers like a song in the night, covers like a blanket of peace that’s right. Hope, the light that illuminates bright, casting no shadow of doubt. Sweet dreams, are made of these, who am I to disagree? Breadth of Faith’s heart, tender of what’s soft inside; Hope’s prudence doing something, that can’t be explained. What requires dedication, needing no conversation. Faith and Hope, heart and soul, riding the waves of life together, ah ha. Give Faith its chance, to let Hope prove its stance; your quintessence, its tree of life will enhance!

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Here!

Right here, this place, the crevices of my soul. Where my heart wants to be, my soul needs You to be. Here, so close to me, no space in between, stay. Until, tears wash away all my defenses, love silences any lingering fear, forever won’t meet us here. Love’s every encounter, feeling like heaven to me. Here, my soul caught up in love’s rapture, in love being, naturally so. My heart, doesn’t want to seem so laid back, but, pressed deeply up against your love, where my soul loves so to be. Here, I lay my soul down, knowing no shadow of a doubt, this love can ever be shaken; stirred. Here, love’s peace my silent river, an ocean so overwhelming, so breathtakingly deep to sea(e). A  soul, on a quest to fathom love’s true meaning; a heart, finding ways to be in perpetuity here, in love. Here, love illuminates, its breadth enlightens. In that moment, time has no existence, neither, my heart putting up any resistance. You don’t have to be here, you never stroll far from my thoughts. In my soul, I feel your love near. In my heart, earnestly it keeps me company, here. Whenever, love strikes its chord, heartstrings tug my soul. Sweetest of lullabies, echoing profoundly, swaying breathlessly; heart and soul. The imaginable made possible, undeniable made beautiful, Here!

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Heart’s Film; Courage under Fire!

The Tag: A soul, producing heartfelt prose, a heart releasing its symbiotic film. Layers of the heart’s innermost, revealing the soul’s cinematic story!

The Plot: Sometimes, in life our soul can feel trapped; a heart under fire, feeling no one has your back. But, make up within heart of hearts, your resilience will never give in, will never surrender to fear of the unknown. The battles our soul faces, build character, the fears our heart slays, strengthen confidence, emboldening our resolve. Beyond every horizon, faith abounds, found within hope’s renown!

A eMotion Picture:

When, the day won’t let your heart be, soul struggling to breathe. The breathless moments, the battles that leave a heart feeling vulnerable, truth be told. When, indifference tries to blindside your soul’s resolve, ambushed your hopes, plot against your daydreams. Your soul, caught within the crossfire of needs, your heart facing an insurgent of wants. Your heart and soul, deep within the trenches of life, battling on-slot of emotions. Heart and mind conflicted, anxiety, being vindictive. Love, doing its best to reign, but oh, the illusive nature of tear’s diabolical rain. Grace under fire, wayward thoughts scheming with stress; to abandon core beliefs. The heart, cleaving to one’s hopefulness, prudence will prevail. The battle for mind, body, soul; the struggle that rises with the dawn. Mind asking the heart, do you have the strength to endure, fighting for the health of your soul. Words pierced deeply, a bleeding heart, overwhelmed by the incoming. If, love has the final say; it’s a triumphant heart, wielding an endearing outlook!

Battle scars, never defines the soul’s resilience, exposed, never indicative of a heart losing, just tested; vested. If ever, night becomes the heart’s daunting foe, relinquish to it woes, watch as into the abyss it goes. A barrage of lies, deeply wounded do pry, but will never penetrate, armor of a guarded heart. Though, deep in the pit, seeming like hell. Yell if you must, just don’t cuss. On the cusp, of a soul well knowing thus; always the darkest, before the dawn. While, serving honorably, no need to cover up your flaws. Every heart, at some point must, give an account for its soul’s decision; stood for principles, abandoned just beliefs? During the heat of the moment, a faithful heart endures, trusting the process. Whenever, life drops a bomb, aimed at devastating your beliefs. Even, a heart in tatters, clinging to strands of confidence, its soul unshakable. A soul, finds its greatest reprieve, in knowing its profoundest worth. The encounters, deepening the heart’s preservation. Virtue of its courage, while yet under fire!

This post, inspired by an American war drama film, released in 1996; courage under fire, starring Denzel Washington, and Meg Ryan. I haven’t watched it in years, but have seen it a few times, to remember the plot. It came to mind yesterday, and thus a peak into my heart. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you haven’t seen the movie, check it out, it’s worth watching!

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Compelled!

It compels! So deeply compelling, but my heart so willing, of what it demands of my soul. Even, when my mind’s convinced, rebellion the way to justification; my heart, compels wayward emotions. Walk this way, talk this way; be compelled by its sway. What’s a heart to do, when it compels your soul to be still, but yet still, moves your heart, compellingly? Why yell, when it makes your heart swell? Atoms of its cell, flow so deep like a well, being its concede the tell; I’m compelled. Putting up resistance, become complaisant, not I; comply shall I, its advocate bright eyed. Why, my soul, would never know its profound, my heart not open to its renown; of its verb and its noun. Its truth so well meaning, its beauty so acutely compelling. Of its breadth taking, its depth giving; glimpses of its nature. When, you feel you’ve lost your way, searches the heart. Meets you in the struggle, meet you in your darkest hour. Meets your soul at the place, where it compels you to know your worth. It sees you, fills you, whispers into the stillness of your soul. So compellingly, you willingly let it gently, take you by the heart. Oh, sometimes from eyes, water rains, but in heart of hearts, God reigns. And thus, oh how Love must, be what propels, to be compelled!

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The Canvas!

Canvas of the heart, paints of love its most beautiful portrait. Beyond what the eyes see, but what the soul reveals, of what the heart conceals. Love, its most endearing expression, a display of love’s vibrant texture, what yields its colorful warmth. Its hue, brushed gently up against the fabric of life, what’s pressed deeply within the canvas of the soul. Love left portrayed, the heart left elated. Love’s artistic portrait, heart its imagery, soul its creativity; its work of art. Every heart, oiled with the painted breadth of love’s essence. What the soul drips, canvas deeply stained with its abstract artistry. Love’s deep crimson characteristics, profound image of its breathtaking beauty. Definition defined, nuances refined. Love’s canvas, never a blank slate, just the state; heart and soul. Woven tapestry, tapered having the nature to be, a depiction of love’s ornate expression!

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Encompassing!

Breadth, can’t be held, but like that of love, be fundamentally grasped, completely embraced. Titanium, like that of love’s quintessential depth, strength encompasses profoundly; its width not withstanding. Sound, intuitively does surround, amplified resounds; like true love, its veracity no bounds. Circumstance, acts circumspect, never dampened due time’s relevance. Compass of action, never circumscribes to meaningless words or deeds. Love, withholding nothing, encapsulation needs of its encompassing characteristics. Sometimes, rain does falls, hedging your heart with its reign, its drench yet unknown. But, when love’s reign befalls, will encompasse your soul, pour into the heart whole. With the hedge of preservation, will contain watered tears. Giving hearts courage to persevere, within waterfall’s reign. Immersed, heart and soul thee wed, to have and to hold. Ringed, what its tether brings, what all encompassed love beholds. Enveloped, lettered instance revealing, enclosed essence inked. What comprise, what gives rise, what edifies wise. What every thoughts know, what every word convey; the encompassed breath of one’s heart, of one’s soul!

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Age of Artificial.

Love lives within an age, where the nucleus of its purpose, seems of an artificial understanding. Intelligent love, not of superficial pretext, but hearts displaying its sincere context, its breadth being of love’s intuitive nexus. Its gentle essence of natural persuasion, its nature represented a genuine soul. Synthetic words, though bold may seem a simulated posture. If not a heart stimulated, embolden by its mission; authentic. An artificial smile, could never paint a realistic portrayal, the depth within a heart and soul. Robotic concepts, could never personify love’s deep precepts. Motionless thoughts, never conceptually emotionless of sway. A heart searched, the love tested, the soul proven. Though deeply flawed, worth never in forfeit of its relevance. Even, being of ten thousand imperfections, upgraded intelligence, not easily degraded of love’s profound relevancy. Why, would tears pretend, the air is just a little misty? Artificial tears, could never move a heart to feel, what only true intentions can acutely achieve. Perceptively love, wholeheartedly discerns, inquisitively affirms, intelligently by design; thoughtfully reaffirms. Fabricated affirmation, meaningless faux love, no reciprocated affection. Love, seemingly becoming abstract, in an age of artificial, intelligence!

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