Category: Life

Cluttered Thoughts!

Clearing one’s heart, of cluttering thoughts. Spring cleaning, birds singing, seasons casting its clouded moments. Cluttered moments, leaves a heart in disarray. Soul searching, days seeming, conflicted seasons, reconciling the reason. Getting one’s house in order, mind, body, soul; life lived whole. One’s heart focused, keeping it in focus, not letting the little things, become a disordered mind, trying to find. Room in one’s heart, uncluttered of all things, purging the soul of the unpleasantries it brings. A heart thrives, not weighed down with mights, love’s breadth held tight. Love could never shine, needing to be dusted off. Sweeping, feelings underneath the surface, will at some point resurface, cluttering not just thoughts, but heart and soul. A heart could never find solace, letting the mind hoard, misplaced thoughts. Disunity, between the heart and mind, the soul living in kind. One thing I have learned, it doesn’t matter how much clutter, moments will pile in the crevices of weighing thoughts. Letting go, the heart sees a healthier perspective, the decluttering of unwanted thoughts. Making it easier for the heart to be an inviting home, where indifference doesn’t clutter, unwanted thoughts have no sway. Letting hopes and dreams, finds its way, a wonderful place to stay!

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Winning, Broken!

Even with a broken heart, breath is still taken. Even with a fragmented soul, the heart beats with a holistic persona. Even with a fractured wing, a soul can soar, if the heart’s willing to elevate. Even through a damaged perspective, perception changes, trusting the process. Even though a crushed spirit, hope breathes life, into a heart’s renewed sense of purpose. Even a splintered frame of reference, knowing there’s slivers of hope. Lets water under the bridge, quench moments of burning bridges. With time, ruptured wound heal, not with meaningless band aid fixes, but the heart’s sincere attempt to make the love missing, be nothing within the texture left broken. Even, a torn fabric within trust, becomes a heart mended, with forgiveness woven in with love’s essence. Even confidence in absolute tatters, can still be heart and mind in concert. Not singing the blues, but harmonizing a love ballad; reunited, and it feels so good. A soulful, and heartfelt expression of. Even, cracks in the road of life can be filled, one pothole, one day at a time. Uneven bars are utilized, not for mental gymnastics, but showcase a heart, and soul’s resilience. Injures are not meant, to sideline your hope, but build up your resolve, keep your faith focused. Tears fall, but so does rain, even if for hours, out comes the sun. Even in times of brokenness, seasons like April showers, bring out in us, beautiful May flowers. Rough times, not uncommon, but commonly known. To let a heart know, Winning is still possible, even if moments find us, Broken!

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Love, Speaks for Me!

Love, speaks to my heart, tells me what to do, what to say, how to be. In gentle whispers, its breathless kisses, persuades my soul. I know who I am, I know what path to take, love tells me so. When I am lost, can’t find my way home. Love pursuits me, takes me by the heart. Love speaks quietly, love speaks boldly, speaks deeply into my soul. Forever to my heart, love tells me. In its embrace, with its gentle nudge, love’s voice guides my soul. To its like-minded probabilities, my heart searching its endless possibilities. Love told me, my soul has a purpose to fulfill, it’s for my heart, to know the reason. When, I don’t know what to say, love speaks for me. Advocates for me, when I seem to have lost my mind. Hindsight becoming, the vision of love, waiting for my heart, to take wayward thoughts captive, not think too highly of myself. Sometimes, words mumble, heart stumble, simple task fumble. But, through it all, love teaches me how to stay humble, how not to grumble. With love leading, my heart knows how to act, don’t pat me on the back, that’s just a fact. When I fall, love comforts me. When I am lonely, love holds me. That’s why, when love says jump, and I don’t ask why? I just say, how high, to the sky, infinity, or beyond? When, love calls my heart, it’s by name, to my soul, I have no claim, true love is the aim. I become, what love needs me to be, the best version YOU see. In every thought, love wants to be apart, not just an afterthought. Hence, every stage of life, love’s utterance, my spoken word. My poetic sense, not a linguistic pretense. In stillness of soul, through an open heart, love speaks for me!

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Total Eclipse of the Heart!

Worlds apart, the coming together, love’s close encounter. Two souls aligned, one in heart and soul, an encounter of a different kind. The breadth therein, an eclipse of the heart, divine love in its totality. Time, and space are eclipsed, the heart encountering how a day in love’s gravity, seems like a thousand years. And, a thousand years influenced by its spare, seeming just a day in its fullness. There’s nothing, love’s gravitational allure won’t eclipse. Perception, through the lens of the heart, eclipses what’s seen, within the naked eye’s peripheral. Eyes opened bright, lets in love’s light, becoming a beautiful sight, an eclipse of the heart. The sun, moon, and stars, captivating as they are, they can’t outshine, love’s celestial charm. Lying, like a child in the arms of love, dreams never die, wonders never cease… to be amazing. Love making it become, a total eclipse of the heart!

Every now and then, it’s a struggle, listening to the sound of your tears. And though, life says, the best years have gone, yawn and say to your soul; good morning sunshine. Yes, every now and then, our soul gets a bit restless. Every now and then, we feel a bit helpless. Every now and then, we get a bit angry. Every now and then, heart and mind are at odds, but, turn around; in stillness of soul, the voice of love whispers. When, a shadow is seen, it’s not only a shadow of you, but a reflection of the light within you. Even now and then, our light seems but a flicker, a light nevertheless. The concept of love, withstands. Regardless of heartache, despite heartbreak, love tugs the heartstrings. Whatever the soul faces, the heart’s resilience will eclipse. Every heart has its moment, every soul birthed with its own light, but, somewhere past childhood, the light begins to dim, if the heart’s not protected. Even, in those moments, love enters the darkness, to energize our love. Making our light once again become, a total eclipse of the heart!

Since, it seems like the whole world is talking, about today’s solar eclipse. I don’t get excited, about these kinds of things. This is how I see, love in a heart eclipsing moments. This piece was also inspired in part, by Bonnie Tyler’s well known song from the 80’s; total eclipse of the heart!

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By Design; Love’s Colorful Display!

Justinea Angelina Richards

The beauty of her, a mosaic portrait of her love. Her strength, displayed within every breath she exhaled. Her worth, the jewel, reflecting her heart of hearts. The fragrance of her love, lingers within the breadth of her presence. Her heart, a divine work of art, a colorful display; texturized by the artistry of her soul. The essence of her being, forever will be; an angelic portrayal of… her!

His and Hers

Love, pure as a beautiful flower, lets its divine beauty be. It’s lavender fragrance, the nuances of its essence. A colorful display, of its deep crimson hue. A heart that ceases to grow, love stagnant in its growth. It doesn’t matter, how often love seems to bloom. Without a fertile environment, constant light, the heart being watered. The love is surely destined, to wither!

* Another one of my by design share. The first, a picture of my late daughter, which I made into a texturized portrait. The second, a fabric flower my wife made some years ago, for her sister’s 50th birthday party. The leaves and the center piece, about half a dozen of them were cut out by hand, glued and stitched together, long with a bunch of other things she made. It may look small, but it’s about 12-15 inches in diameter. I took a picture of it, and incorporated it into this design. Hope you enjoy it!

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Song Inspired; Held!

Thirty years, too little, a child’s life ceasing to be. But yet, the love never ceasing, to be held dear. Sudden, could never take from me, the breadth my soul has come to know. In love’s providence, thirty years, could never be appalling; tomorrow’s not promised to behold. So, I put my gaze to the Son, let the benevolent light within, shine down its radiance all my days. My heart, doesn’t need to be rescued, grief has no power to overtake. When the cry becomes, “pass me not, gently save. Hear my humble cry, do not pass me by. ” Change is inevitable, and no heart escapes the moments, we let slip through our hands, cascade within the sands of time. Sometimes, life can seem unfair, but why hold your breath? Meditate on this, breathing isn’t just for living, but leaves you its assurance. Deep love, revives within the breath of life. What it is to be loved, this, what it means to be held, within love’s ensuring breadth. Even, in the moments when what was once held, becomes your heart swept away; embraced by what is, time and space!

This song inspired, Held, was released in 2005, by Natalie Grant. An American singer, and songwriter of contemporary Christian music.

It’s been a while, since I’ve done a song inspired. This one, is dedicated to my daughter. March 9th was her birthday, she would have been 34. March 9th was also my youngest son’s birthday, he turned thirty!

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Stop. Listen!

Dearest, I hope this message finds you well? I don’t know to whom, or how far these words will reach, but it doesn’t matter, stop Whenever love speaks, letters form words, my heart becoming the ink, stop Every open heart, receiving this needs to grasp, love’s resilience obtained, forged by its benevolence, stop Its heartfelt expression, resides in its resounding confidence, stop The voice of love, sails breathless oceans, to impart its purpose, stop Within the depth of the sea, through the roaring of its waves, stop Upon the sure, bottled up message finds the shore, stop Saying, beloved; if you don’t believe love can sway, how then, can one’s heart appreciate its effects, when it moves so profoundly? Listen, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah; love is a song, testing the validity of heartstrings, stop Within seashells, whistling in the wind, the breadth within it moves, stop Moments lives its best life, in the stillness, the ones held dearest with every breath, stop My friends, may these brief words, find it is well, with your soul? Quiet your heart, Stop. Listen, love is speaking!

Yours truly,

A Messenger

Inspirational Living; to B…

Everyone that knows me, knows I’m unapologetically driven. The plain and simple truth is, I will never give anyone the opportunity; to confine my heart and soul within any of the proverbial A.B.C, type personalities. The vehicle I use, what drives me to “B,” a rendezvous with destiny. Yes, my heart’s in the driver’s seat, but not at the wheel; love steers my heart. With faith guides my soul, and Grace, navigates the way. You heard right, my heart is driven, “A,” me, on the road to “B.” The purpose, my love arriving at its quintessential destination, to “B”…. intentional. Every journey, has a starting point; “A,” getting you to “B,” proceeding to “C;” if you love has reached its true potential. Like I said, love is, the journey driving me, to “Be”… The question, I present to every heart is this; to “B,” or not to “B?” “What drives your heart,” to “Be”… the best you?

Do you, have the drive that will allow your love to accelerate, or does your heart just pump the brakes, to not allow your heart to become vulnerable? Whenever, the moments become darken, let love’s radiant light, shine in high definition. Not to eclipse someone else’s vision of love, but enhance their perspective. Being intentional on the journey to “B,” matters. Whenever, we depart from the point of it not being about “A”, but how our heart gets to “B,” your love proceeding to “C.” “A,” meant to be the catalyst, the starting point, your soul arriving to its intended destination. Where your love feels at home, giving of itself. The journey, gets your heart there. Inspirational living, the A.B.C’s of a driven heart; loving intentionality!

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By Design; Nubian Butterflies!

Butterflies: True love is that pit of the stomach feeling, fluttering within like wings of a butterfly. Your soul chases, trying to catch the breadth, only to have heart captured by its allure. Love’s breathtaking beauty, deep within the sense being, a soul not nervous to give the heart the freedom to embrace, butterflies!

Her Nubiance speaks, within her tone, her breadth is known. Her Her nubiance captures, with the beauty, within the texture, the colors of her love. Like a gentle rose, the complexion to her core, the nuances felt within the warmth of her ambiance. Her Nubiance!

When the bridge of life, takes your heart and soul over troubled waters, don’t drown yourself in the depth of your feelings! On the other side of the bridge, hope will be waiting there. Telling you, it’s always darkest, before the dawn, let your light shine!

Since, deciding to create designs, and post them in memory of my daughter. My heart has felt more inspired, to explore my creativeness, in creating graphical designs. In which, creative thoughts have expanded, creativity elevated. Yeah, it is as my heart knows; her love is alive… within! Hope these are a blessing!

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