Author: Warren Richards

Of its Texturized Vulnerability!

I can admit when it came to matters of the heart, it was never easy knowing how to be truly vulnerable. Learning how express one’s heart, not worrying about how steeped the words spilt, how texturized the love seeped. A love story would never be remiss, if words didn’t get in the way of its tender kiss. When its fire burns, it’s felt deep within one’s bones. Sometimes, the flame of its truth does flicker, when its refrain doesn’t know any better, but restrain the light of its essence. So many times, foolishly we chase after it breathlessly like the wind, not comprehending one’s heart is deeply moved by the strength of love’s divine breadth. We tend to spend a lifetime trying to measure up, when love is about the heart showing up, to allow love to profoundly show out. Love grows in stature, indicative of one’s heartfelt posture. One’s faith elevated, its words and actions being related, leaving one’s heart and soul elated. Love likened to a merry-go-around way, leaves you perplexingly feeling in a roundabout way. Its amusement becoming but an emotional daze, never becoming of the heart’s captivating gaze. One’s heart, has to study to let the proof be how one’s soul learned to listen, for love’s small still whispers. Words should never feel like love caught up within a flow, the consideration never of its illustrious afterglow. Love, doesn’t need pretty words to display its artistic beauty, to reveal the breathtaking depth of its poetic nature. Its context, predicated as a pretext than of a natural expression, an encounter subjectively complex. Of love’s mosaic exposure, the fabric of one’s soul bared, the heart’s nuances exposed. Yes, I can admit when it comes to matters of the heart, though it’s never easy being vulnerable. Vulnerability is the place where love extracts of your soul, the most illuminating story that will surely leave, fairytales utterly speechless!

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Motivation’s triumph; Active while Waiting!

Another level, one’s soul catching its second wind, to finish strong, soaring higher on the wings of love. A change of lifestyle, requires an alteration of one’s mindset, pursuant of a heart’s lifetime of devotion. Activity, not just indicative of the heart’s momentous pursuits, but what therein remains of love’s actionable breadth, its heartfelt muse being your soul’s poetic notion in motion. While waiting, for one’s dreams to release its inevitable breakthrough, one’s hopes remaining optimistically engaged, until its physicality revealed. One’s hopes being proactive, til the manifestation of it bares fruit. Mind, body, and soul involved in the creative process, one’s heartbeat remaining diligently strong. Circumstances are indifferent, it won’t take into count feelings, but will surely yield to your resolve its recompense. Differences are realized, one’s passion remaining vigorous while yet waiting, situations to offer you its compassion. A spirited soul encouraging its heart’s vital sense of intentionality, motivation’s triumph progressing intuitively, moved by one’s resilience indubitably!

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Inked!

Deep within my soul, a crimson love story seeps, penned its composition keeps. Etched upon the tablet of my heart, the end still being inked, of a mind and soul living synced. Love is the ink, my heart just the pen, versed to spill the tea. Plot involving, of my heart and soul’s evolving, the artistic breadth of one’s inked love provoking. Constant it flows, consisting of some of life’s woes. Yet, endlessly my love pours inked, a never ending love story. Transformation of a heart being led, penciled thoughts redefined, of love permanently inked, its essence defined. Every soul has its tipping point, love of a harmonious well, spills of one’s heart profoundly textured, visibly inked. By design, love’s artistry leaves its truest mark, of its fluidity drying so clear. One’s heart revealing, the tapestry of one’s innermost, love inked transparently pure!

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Love’s Tangible Manifestation!

Don’t ever allow love’s expression to seem performative, not being deeply substantive. Of its expectation, its beauty revealed to one’s soul, of its heartfelt manifestation. Heart and soul aligned, inspired actions refined, of love’s act defined. Of its strong possibility, its crucial realization. Like nothing else, love does something so profound, awakens within our heart its palpable breadth, the strength of its faithful persuasion. Releasing in our soul its supernatural presence, what leaves fear quivering within the midst of love’s tactile glory. The kind that eclipses fleeting wants, becoming just of its desired need. Of its touch, of its essence, of its tangible embrace, the true manifestation of its holistic nature. Beyond emotions, more than words, what palpably seeps, evident. Of real love’s transformative beauty, a heart knowing the whimsical nature of its decorative aura. Made known by the pleasantness of its effects, moving you with strength of its character, the deep breath of its distinct veracity. Love is ornately perceptive, keenly intuitive, not through elaborate words, but visible through the subtlety of its deeds. Love doesn’t brag or boast, will never be impressed by one’s swag, for it offers itself as a meaningful toast. A heart on display, of love its abstract soul bared. Of a tangible love gifted, of one’s heart its manifestation!

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Fire of its Intuitive Breadth!

The intuitive fire within one’s soul will never flame out, when real love is what fuels the fire within one’s heart. So, set ablaze love’s unquenchable fire, with what it profoundly desires; your soul’s passion, your heart’s compassion. The soul not worried about backdraft, but what’s needed to let it consume one’s innermost. Seeping into your bones, until it burns deeper within, burning away every single residue of doubt, that love’s fire can’t sustain one’s deeply felt need to become. A soul on fire rising from ashes like a phoenix, ignited by the true essence of love’s precipitous propellant. The flammable breadth of love, forever kindling the fire within one’s saturated heart!

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Dream Out Loud!

Never give up on you, the child inside, not afraid of dreaming out loud, having dreams within daydreams. Against all odds, childlike confidence wielded like polished pebbles, having a ripple effect that profoundly changes perception. A heart, knowing that hopes brought into the light, lets the dreams in one’s soul shine, illuminate so divine. Dream audibly, contemplate intuitively, humor imaginations instinctively. A heart that chuckles when someone says, broken wings can’t fly. Just smile, marvel how their hearts don’t seem to understand. Wind beneath a heart spread wide, a soul needing just faith to soar, dreams to roar. Why, you never give up, ever give up on you. Never be afraid of from the depth of your belly; you dream out loud. Dreams seeping like an endless river, cascading like a never-ending stream. Love’s deepest truth, dreams revealed. Even if reflective of a dream ordinary, it can still glisten tangibly. Don’t let your dreams be timid, to face your northern star, it’s what keeps inspiring your heart to never give up, ever give up on you. Visions change the world; dreams preserve it through time, to fulfill its purpose. Sometimes, life itself becomes a stumbling block, but the key to unlocking its fulfillment. Deep within your soul, knowing dreams come true when you deeply believe, it will never give up on you. Convince your heart and soul, it’s okay to dream out loud!

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INS (Internal Navigational Spirit)! 

It seems I keep finding myself here, in this place time after time. I don’t hear a clock ticking, just the innate breadth of my heart beating. I just can’t seem to help, being positioned in this way, my heart navigating the deepest matters of love’s sway. Substantive faith, not of blind trust, of love’s endless must, of a heart magnetizable. Courage will perceive, allowing an encouraged heart to proceed, find a way for its love to be forever true. My soul, never entertains tomorrow’s myth; that when I lay my heart down, tomorrow will be the dawn that awakens my soul, but it never shows up. All I’ve ever found, tomorrow perpetually waits within the horizon. My heart realizing, today’s my only tangible constant; love being my intuitive INS, (internal navigational spirit). Lost within love’s embrace, how my heart knows my INS can only steer, could never compel my soul’s heartfelt poetry beyond eMotion. With every encounter of love, the beauty of its allure, pieces of its memoir left etched upon my soul. My heart knowing, life is but a breath, of my soul its acoustic instrument of love, a composition of its rhythmic melody. My love doesn’t wander, it maneuvers life’s breathless wonder. Love, doesn’t allow my heart to stray, my soul’s innermost compass whatever may. For time and time again, my soul continually finds my heart here, gazing through the lens of love’s abstract hourglass. Teaching me how to look within, to see if love’s strength and resilience, still encompasses the depth of my soul? Here I am again, love bringing my heart’s INS to this place, unapologetically exposed!

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Of the Heart!

To provide hope, to be of service, of a loving heart’s desire. Substantive love, tangible of its manifestation, faithful of its dissemination. It doesn’t take bravery to love, it takes courage to fight the urge, to abandon love’s core principles, if sincerely of your heart. Choosing to stay in love, regardless of whatever tries to sway. Not of the way words take its boldest chance, but one’s heart being resolute in an emboldened stance. Boldness compels the heart, but faithfulness propels the will. Till then, it’s not of the heart, of a passing thought. It doesn’t take knowledge to stand up against fear of commitment; it takes an acknowledgment thereof. Conquering fear isn’t about putting up resistance, but one’s heart not building up barriers. Sometimes, trying to shield ourselves from grief, unintentionally our heart loses sight of an indifferent thief, looking to rob of love’s heartfelt belief. Strength of character, the cornerstone of choosing to be of love forever. Not as an act of valor, a fact of love’s actionable veracity. So many say their love is fearless, but when the struggle gets too real. Careless love becomes words misplaced, seeming of a so heartless. Compassion’s truth, of passion’s proof. Love of an elaborate rouge, could never truly be of the heart!

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Freedom’s Verb!

Freedom’s Verb

Freedom a path, winding but designed so one’s heart to earnestly follow. Freedom a place, where feet can’t journey, only the composition of one’s soul, has the fortitude to traverse the breadth of its rugged plain. Freedom a word, but even if deeply held, belief in it can still spell disaster, its framework not being the right context. Freedom a song; many hearts learn the chorus, but yet, its rhythm makes so many loose sight of its most crucial verse; I AM. Genuine freedom, won’t concede to know just its liberty, but demand to have its total liberation: mind, body, soul. We all have the freedom to act, that’s just a fact. The question is this, does your heart and soul’s verbiage, proclaim it has the power to choose: self-governance, or subjugated chains of bondage. Every heart, endowed with the proverbial wings of an eagle, only for them to be clipped, chasing meaningless things. Profound freedom could never come to fruition, until indwelling becomes the essence of love’s heartfelt expression. Freedom’s verb, its independence predicated not just on its existence, but our innermost clinging to its true dependence. Love’s origin story, leaving a deep imprint on the pages of our heart and soul, to resonate until the end of time!

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Self-Governance’s Sway!

*** Meekness, humble strength with intentional fortitude. ***

*** Boldness, confidence withstanding, fear’s combative influence. ***

*** Gentleness, acts of deep affection. ***

*** Kindness, actions with unwavering compassion. ***

*** Faithfulness, love with true vigor. ***

*** Forgiveness, resolute in being, able to release what deeply binds. ***

Falling a step behind, still one’s soul traversing time, every heartbeat resilient to its rhyme, every breath in sync with the rhythm of its chime. One’s heart, racing to understand the depth of love’s sublime. Of moments being so kind, not be in haste until it finds, the reason for your heart’s desire, time after time. Waiting for the moment, for your soul to exhale, your heart resting against love’s breadth, breathless within the goodness of its tender embrace!

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