Song Inspired; It’s My Turn!

I can’t cover up, just how my soul feels. In the name of true love, my heart; been given such a precious love. In the early years, my heart said loved; but played it safe. Though, a soul totally committed; a heart not missing a beat. The love was deep, but every heartbeat deafening. Love, drowning in the silence. For a while, a feat became a heart living easily; deep undercover. Coming out to see, what would become of a heart hoping. If your heart could understand, the meaning of every breath; in a man, with such deep feeling? A soul surfacing, in and out of a silent river. A heart, not living for itself. But I’m sure, trying to understand words; unsaid through an introverted heart. Must have made me guilty, of being a heart misunderstood? A love trying to make your heart truly see; now, and forever. A heart displaying, the faithful love in motion. But mostly seemed, more like deep emotions. Moving gracefully, in reserved slow-motion. A woman’s worth, what even a man in love. Can over look, chasing being a good husband, and father. Virtuous woman, sorry for my role. The times when my heart, left you to battle the day on your own. Through the years, what my heart can scroll. To see how much, the year have taken a toll. And even though, I tried to be the loving shield. Love, can still make it rain; when the heart cried!

This time, for you with all my love. Take care of your heart, the same way your heart. Cared enough to unconditionally give, mind, body, and soul. No matter the season, love will forever be the reason; to give my heart in return. Seeing, what you now have to face. What makes it not easy, for a heart to keep the rain from falling. Praying you through, what will never be the struggle… for this heart of mine. In sickness, and health. Two hearts entwined, tethered by a love divine. Every breath the heart finds, radiantly the sun will shine. A soul like thine, love grace filled, to end of time. Tomorrow’s not promised, but a heart gets to own… every today. Every day, becomes another moment. To reach out, let your love touch the sky. Love is limited, only when a heart and soul. Chooses not to collaborate, with every imaginative contemplation. When a heart, just won’t let go; knowing forever and a day. I’ve wanted to know, what love is? I’ve come to know it, with you. A love deeply felt, in a heart forever moved; by the breadth of love. It’s My Turn, to show what true love… was meant to become!

It’s My Turn, is a song by Diana Ross; released in 1981. Sometimes in love, we may not mean it; but words can go unsaid. Meaningful intentions, can seem out of touch. When reality, collides with the true meaning of love. This summer, will make it 35 year; that I’ve been with my bride. February is Valentine, and it doesn’t matter how deep the commitment. Every day, should be love unconditional, in every emotion!

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Simple!

I’m a simple man, living with a complicated heart; trying live a simple life. My goal, and this the simple truth. Knowing to love well, the simplicity comes from knowing; love is a choice. Loving well, meant to be the simplest pleasure. That gives a heart, the greatest joy. Love is a presence, with the power; to move a heart. Make you shed a tear, for the simplest reason. Love has an essence, love has a color. Deep as a crimson, with such a simple beauty. Straight up let my heart simply say, never stop loving… deeply. Love is not a game, but can become an intense tug of war. Both hearts, ending up on the losing side. Two hearts giving up, instead of playing for keeps. The love, likened to a simplified fraternity. When it should be, a beautiful connection; two hearts tethered forever together. Yeah, even though a heart can be complicated? The love, should truly be simple. The giving, without the asking. That’s what makes love, simply the great gift, from God. This, from a Simple man; knowing that my heart loving well, will never be complicated!

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Facing, Mountains!

Ever-Rest, though a heart may struggle at times. To not be overwhelmed, when every breath; becomes likened to a feat in itself. In finding hope, a heart needs to look beyond the forest; to see there’s a tree. Of life, therein lies the knowing; the For-Ever-Rest. Faith the substance, to gird up our hope. Peace will be found, in every season. To overcome a mountain, trying to claim every breath. Sometimes, instead of climb, we may have to crawl; for a heart reach the plateau. The place, where the soul can see the revelation. Every season, will surely bring with it some peaks, and lot valleys. A heart facing, faith being tested. Unwavering, what stands the test… Time. Faith that conquers, whatever it needs to endure. Strengthening, so there be no need for regressing. A heart feeling alive, with the sound of music. A song echoing, like an angelic chorus. Come as you are, and be in an Ever-Rest. A heart boldly, going to a higher level. Drawing closer, to know a soul having a destiny. To meet with a faithful love, emanating a radiant light. Profoundly changing, heart and soul!

Every broaden horizon, elevated by an adjustment in perspective. Faith more than just an anthem, becomes true hope found. To forever be, faith triumphant. A heart, can feel on top of the world. Only to become, a heart forgetting how you truly got there? Elevated sight, in itself meaningless. If therein lies, no profound insight. Elevation, can give rise in status. But, without there being a substantive meaning; to the true motivating factor? In just a heartbeat, in taking the next breath. A mountaintop experience, is a breathtaking scene. Becoming a surreal moment, through an unforeseen valley. Even though, a heart can reach a sought after peak; a negative element can arise. Every accomplished feat, can tune into the agony of defeat. The focus not being, that life’s but a breath. Even though, the day seems another solo climb. The journey, will never be faced alone. When a heart and soul is tethered, with a strong hope and faith. Forever being guided, by the Grace therein. A faith testing, becomes a hope forever resounding. Anchored, at the foot of the firm foundation. With every mountain faced, may there be… the Ever-Rest!

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Nourished!

Nourished by the word, Your love, my forever portion. Your heart, the eternal feast. Contentment, it fills the soul. A heart full, thankful to see how amazing grace, truly satisfies every need. In this dry, and a thirsty land. More than food for thought, Your presence is water. The most refreshing love, providing a soul with so much substance. For inspiration, for so much growth; through a health, and enlightened perspective. For the love to truly be, nourishment for every tomorrow. It starts, with what a heart consistently partakes of… today. Our daily bread, that comes wrapped to be the bread of heaven. To fill a heart, a soul knowing abundantly feed. Until there’s absolutely no need, for any other substitute like love. The bread of life, love that faithfully sustains. A heart and soul, maintained gracefully. So, when the moment creates a lack. The nurturing love therein, gives the heart a cherished way to push back. A soul, nourished by the word. A heart, deeply moved by the breadth!

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Knowing, In The Right Place!

Life, not about trying to get; from A to B, but arrive at the place. Where a heart can forever know in thee, at rest in I see You. Knowing, Your love will never fail; to resuscitate living hope. Resting in peace, within Your intensive care unit; Father, Son, Holy Spirit. In thee my heart, for my soul knows; no other place, will be able to compare. In every season, a revived faith; will always bring an enlightened perspective. New, doesn’t always mean a change; just a renewed vision. To know what, becomes the next place, where your soul needs to be. Where it truly starts? A heart knowing, and trusting. Your love, will be there too, at the same place. New life, can never be. If breathing alone, becomes the only intent. Drowning breathlessly, can also bring about, a true awakening. A place where, you truly wake from your rest. With your faith, feeling rejuvenated. A place, where hope again needs to be the restart. Reestablished, in just You. A new season, doesn’t need to become a new resolution. Just a renewed decision, to not just let your heart, end up back in the same familiar place. To see the new day as a relaunch, your heart first need to know. What foundation, becomes the true launching point, and on what you truly stand? I don’t need to reminisce, don’t want my heart to be moved, by nostalgic feelings. Not be just caught up, in the presence of love. But profoundly be ruptured, by the breadth therein. A heart taken back, to see where the love started. But also the place, still yet to be attained. A place where, a heart received first sight, but the soul knows forever, and a day. In a season of change, the vision and the clarity; needs to be one, in the same. A heart, and soul; In The Right Place!

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Inspirational Day; The Gift Card!

A Christmas gift card, from my heart to yours. 20/20, many things seen for sure. Merry ChristmasSome things, surely may be what you want to be the unseen. Even though, unprecedented blindsided the perfect vision. May you still, see your heart blessed? May an enlightened perspective, shed a light on what your tomorrow. Shows to be, the clear path forward… with every step. On the path, may your heart find a love with a heavenly melody? A love your heart can treasure, and regift… over and over! SAVE your card, and may your heart be blessed; this Merry Christmas!

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The Favorite Thing!

Whiskers on kittens, can tickle a heart fancy; but, it’s just a thing. Warm woolen mittens, can keep you from frost bites. But it, can never give warmth to a heart. Crisp apple strudels, an enjoyable treat for sure. But the taste of love can fade, when it becomes just a thing; you only indulge, every so often. Doorbells and sleigh bells, rings to make a heart merry. But, love becomes more substantive, when it becomes about the giving. Wild geese, can fly with the moon on their wings. But, may your favorite things truly be. A heart soaring, forever on the wings of love. Droplets of sunshine, a heart basking in the light of a love divine. The reign from the heavenly, love falling afresh steadily. For every heart to find, true love makes a soul feel so defined. It’s not gifts, and things; that makes love in a heart sing. A heart prancing, a soul gracefully dancing. Needs more than romancing, more than just the momentary glancing!

Snowflakes, falling on your nose and eyelashes. All part, of a silver white winter; that melts into a flourishing spring… in your step. To make, a part of your favorite things. When love, becomes the bark that bites. When the to be, or not to be stings; remain faithful, to love. Don’t let it be, one bitten; twice shy, of forever calling it quits. Giving up your favorite thing, to never again hear love, make your heart sing, and all the joy that it brings. So think, why not pour out your heart. Instead of just wasting love, thinking sense is just about; how much you have of the Noggin. Don’t make love, a hangover. Love, until the hanging on; becomes what your heart does, over and over. Even when, the bark bites; when the to be, or not to be stings. Simply remember, the Favorite Thing. When love becomes the gift, that keeps the heart giving; forever, and a day!

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Peripheral!

Looking back, seeing how far the distance; between heart and soul. The vision, becoming such an obstructed 20/20. What becomes the peripheral, and what you let be the distraction. Undistracted devotion, becomes the manifestation. When a heart, no longer fears the unknown. Why look forward, to what the gain will be tomorrow. If your heart, haven’t yet learned to see; what your soul, truly gets to appreciate today. Seeing only through the peripheral, a heart losing the right perspective. When the peripheral is obscured, the lens becomes the mismatch. When the projection, becomes how fashionable the outermost. The focus, still provoking a thoughtful question. What, will therefore become the state of the innermost? When the focused surroundings, doesn’t become on Who truly surrounds you? A heart, tends to be on edge; when the periphery becomes marginalized. Living on the edge, never a point truly relevant. When a heart forever needs to be in a place, where a soul can find true peace, and its relevancy. Living truly, first starts with a soul knowing freely. Every incident faced, should never be dismissed, as merely incidental. Every heart encounter, will be a soul one way, or another being deeply impacted. When the peripheral, becomes the sought after material. The immaterial, may easily become; something of an even greater value. Why it becomes truly vital, to not let your heart be easily persuaded; see life through a tainted view. When a heart, is truly ready to be propelled forward. Hope found, will be an enlighten faith… within. Even if, the heart feels overshadowed by the day; the unknown, will therefore never become the fear. Unprecedented, may seem so difficult to understand. But, perseverance precedes true clarity. Even when, what your heart envisioned, becomes a bit obscured!

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Fun Friday; When it Gets Twisted!

Sometimes, the day can make you do the Twist; sometimes the Shout. A heart, trying to keep a soul-full groove… on point. It’s not hard, to get it so twisted. The heart, the soul; crossing into the wrong genre. A soulful version, of what looks like the Two Step… away. The DJ, puts on the wrong track; a sad Country song. So, back, back; back and forth. A broken heart, the about face, and the about to be loosing it. A heart loaded for bear, to unload what burdens the chest? The becoming, a soul getting ready to display; what becomes of a pistoled off heart. The shoot em up dance, bang, bang. Shots fired, the shooting from the Hip, to the Hop… on the self righteous train. Toot, toot; your own horn. The likened sounds, to we live in a broken world. Here’s the Twist, it doesn’t matter. If you live in the wild Western Hemisphere, we all bleed the same. For a heart, to see through the right perspective. We should never get it Twisted. Thinking a soul can ever see clearly, trying to look at life; through a tainted heart. So many, love to replay a throwback. But, why should it always be; reliving a brand new Funk. You have to move past, to truly get past; what gets a heart so Twisted!

Indulge me, as I share with you this Twist; better yet, let’s call this the bliss. A heart that’s been there, done that. Young, and thinking you’re Hip. But, here’s the Tip; love’s a intimate slow dance. Every day, yes; you have to do the Hopping, the none Stopping. To always notice, my baby Doll; if the head starts Bopping. The marriage dance, it’s a balancing act. But, it doesn’t have to be; a heart walking a tightrope, with a soul Twisting in the wind. Sometimes, I surely get to admire; watch how her neck works. All while trying, not to get my heart Twisting. Seeing her brown eyes, and how they roll. But, that just a reminder; I have my own role to play, being a loving husband. Thirty two years, how long my heart has been in this cherished role. Act one, Seeing her two. Not about the Acting, but what becomes of my Actions. When we first met, I called her my candy girl. Then my honey, became my sweet lady. Let me tell you, every bottled up, tear comes out easily, with every Twist. To avoid a mind, blowing a cap; a heart busting out an ill advised wRap. Then the break down, dancing, the want to be free-styling. A soul Twisting, on what becomes a heart feeling… absolutely floored. A heart Twisted up, trying to figure out? How to make a clean break, from a riddled relationship?

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