Category: Life

Under the Hood!

Love, takes a peak under the hood, to see if the heart, is built for your comfort, or only races, without a purpose? The heart, at an elevated rate, feels the need for speed. But yet, if love is not the engine, with total control. A heart racing, still a soul without enough power, to overcome. So, step on the gas, but only when, love says it’s time, to revive up my engine. Vroom Vroom, the heart can never win, if your love has limits. When the time has come, let love take your heart, out of its comfort zone. Every heart, has a R.P.M (Reactive Pulse Meter), but love is the throttle, that sends it into overdrive. Love is the fuel, the spark, to supercharge heart and soul, to be at peak performance. And when, the heart is not racing, pop the trunk, and throw in all the baggage. The engine, needs love that’s 100% oil, not a diluted version, clogging up the engine. Love is the fix, to make repairs, adjust any misalignments. True love, purrs like a kitten, racing or not. Love is the key, to engage the heart, shift the soul. The heart, doesn’t have to be in top form, for love to excel. Love tells the heart when it’s time, to pump the brakes, where the rubber meets the road. If the heart, should ever come to, a proverbial fork in the road. Cool Runnings, an engine calibrated, to the right specs. Ensuring the love under the hood, never comes down to win or lose, but the heart, racing!

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Love’s, Humorous Expressions!

My love, knows how to crack a joke, but, don’t get it twisted; I’m not here, to clown around. I’ve got a tale to tell, a love story to spell, that makes the heart swell. From the mountain top, my soul will yell; I’ve got a love, I can’t sell. To get yours, ring the bell. A profound love worth knowing, is a love worth fighting for. From time to time, my heart will give you a nice chuckle, to any love less than, don’t let your needs buckle. To make, the heart laugh out loud, love doesn’t have to be fancy. I’ve never made the mistake, calling my wife Nancy; Drew the line there. Expressions can be funny, but can your candid love, profoundly stir your honey? My heart, likes a good mystery. So, tell me this Sherlock, is your love sheer luck, or is the love within your heart, a riddled mystery, that needs to be solved? But, enough joking for a minute, here’s a serious question; is it duck season, or rabbit season? Shoot, I don’t consider myself funny man, but this I know. Humorous expressions, have a beautiful way, to engage hearts and minds, with a loving posture. Yeah, at times I can be silly, and I’m not even from Philly. I can’t claim, to be a Superman, or a Casanova. I don’t call my wife, honey, or babe. When she became, my biggest fan. The music in my soul, was my new edition, she’s my candy girl; her love, my sweet thang. She, doesn’t even need to blush, it’s my heart feels the rush; when her love smiles at me. So, riddle me this; if every time, her love surges through my heart, would that mean, her love is electric? I’m not a jokester, I’m a serious kat, you better believe that, I even wear the hat; rat-a-tat-tat. Like I said, I’m not here, to beat my own drum. I want, to make hearts smile, with love’s sincere affirmation. This is not, just a play with words. Romeo, oh Romeo; wherefore art thy love? Deny the world, but never deny the father, thy heart. Laughter is therapy, love an endearing muse, to enlighten the soul. When, the curtain closes, ask yourself this question; does your heart resonate, do you allow love to take center stage? Displaying the beauty, within love’s, humorous expressions, that never gets old!

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We Are, Family!

It doesn’t matter, if you’re the nearest; to me, you’re the dearest. We don’t, have to be people divided; when we can be, hearts connected. A family, living in peace, in harmony; prospering together, in love, in unity, in our humanity. Brothers, sisters; sharing our hearts, our hopes, our dreams. Our love story, is our bond; helps us get through, how to be true. Unconditional love, reveals in the best of times, in the worst of times, in times of need; we are, an extended family!

Family; people, or group of peoples, regarded as deriving from a common race; human. An extended hand, is a heart, extended!

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Wrestling!

Wrestling with emotions, peace steps in, subduing every anxious thought. Wrestling with loss, love leans in, tells grief to rest in peace. Wrestling with life, love’s still whisper, speaks into your soul; never give up. Wrestling with belief, truth intervenes, to defend your heart. Wrestling with hope, faith encourages your soul; never let your heart, accept defeat. Wrestling with chains, love breaks the doubt, freedom won’t prevail. Wrestling with indifference, love will never judge the narrative, love paints the most beautiful picture. Wrestling to breathe, the struggle to keep the love real, the heart pure. Wrestling with tears, drops don’t mean you’re losing. When, love becomes the true point of reference, a heart sees clearly; love fights through adversity. To let triumph, enter the space, love taking your heart to a place; where time extends. Sometimes, the wrestle is with me, myself, I; becoming, victorious. Whatever, wrestles your soul, love, will put strength into position, victory into perspective. A heart, that won’t capitulate, a soul proclaiming; enduring love, defeats opposition!

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Love’s Perception!

What heart, could resist being in awe, of love’s endearing wit? When you think, you have love figured out, it does the unthinkable, it changes your perception. Love will never be, not one-dimensional. Many facets, what love brings to the table, bring to the conversation. Bring to the door, when it knocks at your heart. Love, will never fit in a box, with a cute little bow. It can be wrapped up, but never tied down, to one perspective. Love, can never be marginalized, but can be personalized. A blurred perception, will never change love’s dedication. Love’s true perspective, gives the clearest representation. Love, doesn’t need psychic powers, to see a need. Heart to heart, how love sees with clarity. Love doesn’t highlight the flaws, but the beauty, within, love’s perfect imperfections. The perception never tainted, by an introverted lens. Crooked paths are made straight, winding roads a journey, through a positive outlook!

The perception is, love can’t survive, from the weight of expectation. The truth is, love thrives, regardless of a shortsighted perception. True love, is sometimes hard pressed, but won’t be crushed; sometimes perplexed, but won’t despair. If time stood still, the heart would learn, how to live in the moment, one day at a time. Love is an encounter, with the perception never being, just in time, out of time, buying time, killing time, wasting time, this time, but not next time. Never letting the story be, once upon a time. When the heart perceives, the soul concedes; love is the counterbalance, for what time allows. Love, isn’t always on time, but when it’s needed, true love will show up. You can’t hurry love, but a heart can count on real love, time after time. Love’s perception, has the ability to understand, become, act. Time, brings about change, love brings about healing. A heart, seeking after a belief, misses love’s quintessential essence. Knowing love’s beautiful exchange, not just the perception!

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Becoming Unshakable!

Crawl, walk, run, how the heart becomes unstoppable. Even, if you stumble, if you happen to fall, be unshakable. If you need to crawl, do it with might, if it encourages you to stand up. Until, your faith can walk, in freedom. The strength to run, found in the pursuit of your destiny. Becoming, a heart never too old, to take baby steps. Momentum, will never exist, until allowed to become. Fear is not your future, love is. The steps we take, about progressing. Even if, along the way you become winded, take a deep breath. Let your heart race, so your soul can become, enlightened. Life is not a sprint, it’s a marathon, with hurdles. On the wings of love, how a soul soars, to new heights, to know the breadth. Harsh winters, gives way to a new spring, in your step. And if, your heart is tripping, over someone else’s opinion? Note it, as a stumble, that won’t eclipse your trajectory. If, you don’t believe it, your heart won’t fall for it; their negativity. A heart is deceived, by words received. Their belief, will only become feelings, if taken to heart. As a mind thinketh, a heart becomes. Dust off your soul, lace up your heart, gird your worth, and love the place you’re at. It’s another opportunity, to take baby steps. This too shall pass, crawl, walk, run; you’re becoming. Tears, don’t mean you’re losing. When the rain drops, bottle the emotions, and let it become, your refreshing spring of water, hydrating your revelation. Every season, comes with change; the beautiful exchange. Your heart and soul becoming, unshakable!

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Walking, in Freedom!

I’m walking, in freedom, my heart is marching, to my destiny. No chains can, restrain my soul. My heart is homeward-bound, to a place called liberty. What, can distract a heart, not focused on the journey, but what gets me there. Grace, what facilitates my liberty. All I do, sing my freedom song; I’m no longer, a slave to fear. The freedom I know, is the freedom I have, to let love be, seen in me. To see myself, the way Grace sees me, through an unconditional lens. When, I took my mind, out of the will. The walk to freedom, wasn’t by might, but the power, to become. Mountains become a molehill, valleys become a resting place. Along life’s journey, the seasons come, to see if your resolve, is sufficient for today? Freedom, doesn’t need tomorrow, to let the heart know. Freedom is a faith walk, to a tranquil place. When, the heart is ready, love will appear, to take you there. Love, gives the freedom, to be intentional. Freedom, turns limited, into limitless. Freedom, what lets you, let go of the weight. Not be distracted, from the shadows, lying in wait, to remind you of the past. Look back, but to only see, how far you have come. What your heart will be, what your outlook has become. Life, can sneak up on you, don’t let circumstance, upend your freedom. When, love liberates your heart, thoughts become wiser, breadth is deeper. Every day, let freedom ring, let independence bring; your heart to the spring. Love, calls your soul by name, let your heart, answered the call. To take the walk, to freedom!

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By Design; Love’s Hallmark Moments!

Wishing everyone, a Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year. From my heart to yours, I’ve designed these cards, for you to have/save. These are also, designed on my daughter’s behalf.

By Design, in loving memory, Justinea A Richards. March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021.

* P.S. Fun fact, the manger I inserted into the picture, was designed and created, by my wife in 2018, with popsicle sticks. It’s over 1 feet in length, about 6 inches in width, and 1 foot in height.

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Limited Visibility!

Mayday, wcr281; declaring a state of emergency. There’s a gaping void, within the center of hearts of today. A hole in hearts, creating an untenable situation. Genuine love, seeping out the hearts of mankind. Limited visibility, making it hard for hearts to see, we’re in this together, humanity. The love that fuels the heart, we’re losing it, there’s a tear in the fabric; this is a mayday. Love, is the tower, strength in the midst of uncertainty. To advise, give hope, encourage the heart, to face fear of the unknown. Why, do we think we can put love on autopilot, and think we can see when there’s a need, for love to act? Real love, will always require our full attention. To avoid, limited visibility becoming, a catastrophic dilemma. A heart loosing altitude, with a sinking feeling, in the pit of your stomach. Regaining faith, when love is truly felt, through an act of compassion. Even, from a thirty thousand foot view, love sees a new horizon. But only if, love is more than just, a blip on the heart’s radar, hearts. So limited visibility, won’t become an extremely clouded perspective. Love, is like an ocean, that won’t let a heart, crash and burn. Stick and rudder, makes love become the instrument, to level off the heart, and keep the love on course. Hearts, letting go of the negativity, will find common ground. Love is a runway, a safe place, where hearts can come together, and take flight. Testing, testing; hearts, are you listening? When the AIR between, becoming overwhelming? Love is the oxygen, helping your heart breathe. When the TRAFFIC, the noises of life are conflicting, with heart and mind. Don’t let your heart, lose CONTROL, of your humanity. Love, what’s stops a limited visibility from becoming, a rapid rate of descent. You don’t have to see the heart, for there to be love, in the atmosphere!

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