Fun Friday; When it Gets Twisted!

If you’re into riddles, or like a way to challenging yourself; try your hand with my riddle. If you rather a fun, but also a meaningful story? I invite your heart, to enjoy my take on life. Let me know, if you figure out the riddle, or enjoyed the story? I have a few riddles, that I have written over the years. Maybe, I will share another in the future. My Twist, on when a heart and mind collaborate!

The Story Twist!

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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My Identity!

Picture this, your true identity; will never be a validated forgery. But, what truly allows your heart, to forge into your destiny. An identity, not defined by just what’s created; but what was carefully formed, through a divine creation. The Creator crafts, but only your heart alone; get to experience the breadth. Only one identity, can truly give a heart full access; into a heavenly bliss. An identity, has a representation; but your heart needs to know, what you truly represent? A true identity, not about your status; or what’s meaninglessly validated. You can identify, with having access to your breath. Only for access denied, a heart truly struggling; just knowing how to simply breathe. An identity, can build character. Pinpointed accuracy, will still mean a life missing the mark. Adjust, and show how far you’ve come; and to What Degree? An identity is about naming, not shaming. Not about a hard to read name tag, or just a fade with time hashtag; but a heart clearly recognized. An identity with a distinct signature, etched upon your soul. So others can always identify, to whom your heart truly belongs? A close similarity, can still mean a heart… unrecognizable. Being of a true likeness, will never be a heart and soul; ever called into question. Your uniqueness, what makes you truly different; what forever sets your heart apart, for an entry gained. Two expressions, relatable showing the same values; will surely be quantified. One, plus One, plus One, plus One. To a wide open heart, the truth will be revealed. For a soul to forever perceive, that the answer equivalents to One, in the same… Identity!

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Show, and Tell!

I bring my heart, to Show Your love will forever be; the true object of my affection. The worth, would truly be irrelevant. If Your love, wasn’t the true breadth. I can divide up my day, but yet in everything. The day would still be, just for Show. If my heart couldn’t truly Tell, that time is relative; to the moments truly lived. Every day, school will always be in session. A heart learning, a soul truly thriving. When every new experience, becomes a new love expression. What you intend, has to be more; than what becomes just pretend. Thinking, your heart has all the answers. Never a soul demonstrating, it’s a life well lived. Sometimes, we do have to pretend. A heart Showing a wonderful smile, while a soul simultaneously Telling; what burdens, in a silent prayer. Sometimes, weights are lifted. Sometime, a heavy heart needs to be carried; to test your resolve. A heart can yell and scream, but what message… would that send? If in the end, the homecoming is the Tell. A love Showed, as being truly faithful; “I man, after Your own heart.” Erase the lies, let Your love be the only story; written deep in the crevices of my soul. May a deeply revered love, forever be the resounding truth. A Show without question, a Tell that truly resonates!

A heart with room, for an increased volume of love. Letting all the repetitious noise, become the decreased. Knowing how, to abide in the stillness. Where whispers of love, becomes such a blissful peace. A life with an unequivocal Show; and a soul with a true Tell. Something, your heart and soul can truly Show. When the day, just wants to Tell… another story. To represent, the true heart of a son and daughter? In the still be, the representation; with the heart of a child… Why have a heartbeat, if love is not forever; what tethers every wayward heartstrings. Within every smile, with every glimpse into your heart. What should be clearly seen, the Father’s love. A heart called Show, a soul will a predestined to Tell. To Show the greatest love story, and Tell of the encounter. What’s in, the deeper meaning of love. For if, breathing is just for Show? Then true living, will never be a heart with a distinctive Tell. Even if, you know others will talk, about what you have come to believe? Don’t be scared, to put your heart on display. Bring your heart to a place, where you know flawed; is nothing to ever be ashamed of. Show that all the imperfections, and the beauty are one in the same. A heart, and soul made perfect; with every Show, and Tell!

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Field of Dreams!

What you battle, can leave lasting scars. But though scarred, flawed; just a part of life. Scars, not meant to reflect; why a heart should stop living. To ever stop believing, your heart won’t see; what others call impossible. In life, we can get scarred; walking a path touching, what seems to be so rosy. A blemish, every deeply felt wound; doesn’t mean scarred for life. Though, some battles leave deep scars. At every dawn, go and face the day. You don’t have to know in what direction, to reach your destination. You need to have all the answers, to believe you have a destiny. Someone might be looking, to see what a victorious life can look like. Knowing how to, deeply love; can forever change a life… yours. That’s how you leave, a lasting mark on a world. Oversimplified, not what the battles become. It just simply means, a simplified living; it’s just living your best life. In the fundamental, live a life; that displays the wonder, a soul living though the thunder. Tearing, doesn’t mean you’re losing. Even though, the past becomes another day feeling hurt. A broken road, doesn’t mean you will be defeated. Scars fade, when you believe you’re a victor; not a victim. The battles, the tug of war… on the heartstrings. It doesn’t matter how fierce the battle, it becomes a moment to show; how far your heart has truly come. When, you have the heart of a warrior; an overcomer you shall become. Every battle scar, let it be a testimony. Healing, is hope found. A heart guarded, living with a resounding faith. A heart leaned, in the art what it takes, to win the war. Scars, don’t define who you are; they prove your resolve. Scarred, and the picture they paint. To be portrayed, as battles that has truly turned into; a field of dreams!

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Meaning!

Life, so many search for the meaning; but yet so many don’t ever realize, the truth lies in a predestination. A heart has to first be drawn to find, for a soul to now a divine embrace. Every life has meaning, and every breath what truly needs to be honored. We can know how to breathe, but true, living thrives with a choice. To know how every heartbeat, becomes a heart with a life truly lived. So many hearts, are looking for true love. But, even with love found, the meaning can still seem so elusive. For love is still meaningless, when the truth found; not embraced as love, with the breadth truly meaningful. How can a soul, know the true meaning of love; without a deeper meaning, not being the true pursuit? What therefore is the meaning of hope, if the hope found; doesn’t instill the faith therein. Meaning comes with trust, but meaningless without a heart verification. Meaning not based in what’s actual, still just a figment. You can never reach a true destination, if your heart doesn’t believe in a destiny. You can seek meaning, but finding still meaningless; without it having truth. For a heart to find true meaning, a soul needs to be free. The giving all to be, and the giving all to thee. In everything, there’s meaning; but not in everything, you can find the truth. You have to understand the true meaning, before a heart can truly know; if therein lies the truth, to what makes your soul breath… easy!

A post inspired, by a question posed by another wonderful blog!

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Life; the Obstacles!

Hearts around the world, do you just live off the cuff? Do you just let the day, call your bluff? Every day seems the race, a heart trying not to feel overwhelmed; trying to keep the right pace. When the day, keeps begging your heart to quit. Don’t let it, stand your ground; stay in the race. Be a winner, winner; not the chicken, that gets eaten for dinner. The real love for life, will forever be a winding marathon. The journey, just trying get through the sands of time. Will require hard work, dedication, and true grit. Once around the track, only gets you so far. Every day, let your heart do it again. Every heart has the stamina, to go beyond what seems the limit. Oh hearts, taking it slow is okay; just, never stop. A race, will truly test your endurance. Why everyday, you have to mentally prepare to go the distance. To no one else, will ever have to prove yourself. But yet, some days it will be a sprint to the finish line. Run your own race, and please stay in your lane. Jump over every hurdle, that tries to get in your way. Keep focus, don’t let distractions trip you up. Kick down the barriers if you must, and keep on going. Even if you fall, you will never be disqualified. Forever let your heart still be in it, to win in it; life!

Heart, around the world; every day’s a choice, for a time such as this. Look up, and everyday keep looking up. Before you know it, you will have cleared the bar… set before you. Don’t lower your expectations, just to please someone else. You can never truly stand out, without first knowing how to stand up… for what you truly believe. Don’t make life, be about how you measured up; but how chose to persevered. Around every bend, will be a better day; in the true becoming! Take the long jump, over every fear trying to hold you back. Stretch your faith, conquer what is just a passing shadow. Oh hearts, life have so many obstacles. Challenges, that we all have to intentionally overcome. Just know, the heart will forever be; the hardest working muscle in the body. In knowing your true embodiment, gives everyday another opportunity, to check your true form. Life, will never be about how well you know to posture. Sometimes, your back will surely be up against the wall. But that’s when, you turn the corner, and take an even greater leap of faith; the test, of your character. When life comes to test your resolve, display you know what’s true height, length, and breadth. Don’t be afraid of commitment, by taking that deeper dive. Sink or swim, two choices for sure. When entering deeper waters, show you know how to flip… the script. Do the backstroke, like a faith filled superstar. Show that you have the heart, looking like a graceful butterfly!

Some days, the heart competes; as a struggling weightlifter. A soul pressing, but a heart not feeling the weight ever being lifted. My friend, every weight can truly be lifted. When you don’t see the burden, greater than…. what even a prayer can forever change. Get it off your chest, seek and find the love; the heart of the burden bearer. Love, never let it be just a sport. A mixed up form, of holistic gymnastics. Authenticity, how love in a heart truly soars, to another level. After every season, showcased is a heart truly tested. Every battle scar, they shall surely fade. But always be mindful, that the battlefield; can wage another war on the mind. When, a heart becomes too distracted. Even though, it’s your own well tucked away baggage. Don’t let life, drag your heart around, from place to place. Throw away, what’s not a true need. To be forever replaced, with an enlightened perspective. Don’t think too highly, or put your heart on a pedestal. It’s okay, to let someone else in need be first. The worlds greatest, just a title worn… out. A title will never truly matter, when it comes to matters of the heart. With all of the obstacles, life relentlessly brings the test your resolve. Take heart, in knowing that there’s a true path, to victory!

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Time; the Understanding!

Dearest time, today we agreed to meet; but it seemed, our timing must have been off. Waiting for the right time, can be the day; leaving you so wound up, a heart feeling ticked off. An action, which is so counterintuitive. Sometimes, we chase to find the perfect time. While forgetting to appreciate, every precious moment; the time we have right now. When minutes cannot be found, we have to embrace; what adds up within each second. Time, when we take our eyes off you; that time is a moment simply gone. Make it a habit to be on time, and time managed will be therefore favorable. Punctuality is time honored, for time never stands still for anyone. You can believe, time is on your side. But, time will always be neutral; will never show any favoritism. We can be faithful, be precise with our time. Every day, we all get the same amount of time. It’s only the years, that’s beholden to the appointed time. Our predetermined destiny, with the end of time. Why we have to always give thanks, for the time we have. A heart, the string. On time, the thing; that moves on. Let no regret, be the time past thing; questioning now everything. Every day, there’s the push, and the pull. Sometimes the up, the down. The hand removed, hours through the sands of time!

Killing time, the proverbial; but yet just a rhetorical. Why try to kill, what’s not in your control, and such a precious thing. That’s when, time will call you a fool. Death is the place, where time will surely be waiting. Thinking, time is on your side. Only to find, time has no respect for you, me. So many think, they can buy time. Time is a destiny, time reached is the destination. Tomorrow is in the peripheral, but what you have in yours today; the moment you get to take hold of. It’s not about the time of your life, but the time you invested; into making it a life clocked wisely lived. Sometimes, we have to hold on to the day, let go of the past, and take the time to just breathe. Time changes, every season never the same. Sometimes, it’s a long time, a short time; but time will heal. We have to just have to, give it time. It doesn’t matter, how hard anyone tries. Even the most perfect timing, becomes another meaningless pursuit to meet time. For there will surely be another shift, taking place in time. You can’t stop time, but you can keep it from slipping away. Whenever it seems, you’re stuck in another moment in time? Be thankful, that it’s another moment in your heart to know; this moment in time!

Father of time, oh how can hearts; not come to see? That when the moment becomes unprecedented, hope is found when truth becomes understood. The true meaning within time, knowing what’s revealed within two outstretched hands. Show us how, to value every second we have breath. Minutes past, but in every day; with every time spent, may we learn how to breathe easy. May we truly understand, what fills the time. Doesn’t have to be what, gets to monopolizes our full attention. For the only time we have, what each new breath will allow!

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Fun Friday; Kicking It!

Laid back, a soul trying to know the true breadth. Every day, a heart kicking it with You. Forever, going to rock it like this. Rock away, the funk; grooving within the loving embrace. It doesn’t matter, how well I know to rhyme; if the love doesn’t flow, every time. Any heart can keep a rhythm, but the soul needs to know the time. I’m going to walk it, the same way I talk it. The Walk, the Man; back in the 80’s, when this boy met the Man. I’m an 80’s teen, trying to be so fresh, and so clean clean… shaven. Glory bound, to heaven. I’m not ashamed, to forever kick it like this. For I will never Diss, living this Bliss. Rocking to love, means whenever you get a Diss; you let the come back be this. Words, that feels more like a loving Kiss. Get on the love train, This; please don’t let your heart Miss. Love, how I’m able to rock it like this. Bad vibes, will never ever be in this place; heart and soul. Kicking back, long gone are the days of 8-Tack. It can’t be summed up, with just having Swag; it will never be just an Hashtag. True love needs to be, where you forever plant your Flag. The right Vernacular, shows how love can be truly Spectacular!

True love, about keeping it real, no matter how you feel. Good vibes, showing the real deal; rhythmically in tune heartstrings. Every day, kick it like that. Tip the Hat, never let the love go Flat. Rat-ta-tat-tat, take it from this Serious Kat. There’s no topping, absolutely no stopping. The resounding beat of love, that keeps the head bopping. The soul rocking, the heart jumping. Love, not lived by the Hype; the love looking like a Type… O. Love is not lived Frantic, the love truly Authentic. Kick it like this; let the heart groove, to the good vibration. The love moved, by the sweet sensation. Rocking it, to the right rhythm; takes work, and time. Even though True, you can’t avoid the occasional singing the blues. Don’t dwell on negative thoughts, just the heartfelt positive vibes. Love, truly a distinctive feeling. Sensed true when, it’s not just about what you say; but what the actions can convey, and what becomes the sway. A good lasting vibe, about setting the right atmosphere. By turning down all the amped up emotions, to let the mood be a soothing time; hearts in twine. A heart kicking it, and the soul loving it. Love, the lyrical spoken rhyme; coming through this heart of mine. A heart Kicking it, a soul feeling so; Laid back!

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Constant!

Whenever you get lost, trying to navigate your heart through the fog; take heart! The journey through love, have a way of causing a Constant pain. The love feelings so real, but you just can’t tell if what you see is true? So many hearts, get involved with playing a strategic head to head chess game. You can have the best moves, and the strategy not be impressive. The love not truly impressed, embedded deep within. Love will forever be about the authenticity, of the tool found within… the chest. You can think, you’re well positioned in life. Yet forget that you have to position your heart, to be in the long game. For always, to truly become forever attained, you start with the end in mind. Love will always give a heart, Constant reminders. Alarm bells going off, only for a soul to Constantly hit the Snooze; wonder why you Lose… in love. Even though, every heartbeat knows the definition of Constant. The love has to be defined as Consistent, faithful, always, forever. Don’t lose heart, when love finds a momentary fog!

Love, not a natural born talent; love lives every day, to become a true performer. You don’t need Lights, or a Camera. To understand that love, is seen in the Action. Love needs your Constant focus; and will unapologetically demand your heart, be at attention. Feeling the desire to Constantly please, a heart mostly smitten. Probably Constantly speechless, by the taking of every breath. Love can be quoted, as being famous; the acting on point. But, what will the reaction; when the love becomes so infamous? Do you share some of the quoted wrong doings, with anyone willing to listen? A heart, meant to play in the true love story. But, the action of love has to be pure; for the story to be loved, until the end. Love withers, when not given the opportunity to flourish. Love requires your Constant attention, to the details. Love, not striving to become a Constant professional; but thriving to be Constantly professing, that the love will be unconditional. When the distance between, is overcome by the miles. Do you bridge the gap, or wallow in the troubled water; stagnated under the bridge? Drifting down a lonely river, what becomes the love; not having within it the true breadth. Whenever you get lost, trying to navigate your heart through the fog of love. Take heart, and place it within; God’s loving care!

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