Category: Life

The Profile!

The heart, the instrument allowing love, to be the true measurement. The profile, not about understanding, the intent of others. But deeply knowing, the love in your own heart. The walk, the talk; hand in hand. A graceful walk, will never need words, to demonstrate the truest silhouette. The color of love, contours the shape of the heart. Love and respect, always a two way street, without a one sided view. Heart to heart, love with intersecting lines. An adVantage point, can form the wrong conclusion. A figure of speech, seen through a tainted lens, blurred by a wayward heart. Love in stages, won’t compromise the scenery, when a heart stays vertical. The fleeting description, never gives an accurate account. For what the story is, and what the heart will surely tell. The portrayal, not a true depiction of love. If up close and personal, doesn’t characterize the intrinsic nature. The extent, the length and breadth. To which a heart, try to raise its own profile. Love, built on a meaningless pursuit. The true representation of love, gives rise to the greater good; a heart profiled, being truly genuine. Psychological manipulation, the behavior of a heart unbecoming. The soul analyzes, the heart identifies, love giving a truthful profile. No need for predictions, if the outcome becomes the same. Love for all to see, will forever be in plain sight. Recorded, by the sands of time. As a heart, with a love centered profile!

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In the Mix!

DJ, move our soul, with the power of Your love. Turn the table, spin the love… back. Let all eyes, be only on you. My greatest joy, dancing to the rhythm of your heart. The blood is flowing, my heart pumping, the heartbeat jumping. Play, a song in the night, to keep the soul grooving, all night long. I’m in the Mix, rewind; we’re in the Mix. Your love, the key for a heart, to feel the truest passion. My soul, deeply loving it. Every day, love has a legit new remix. Scratch that, yeah; my heart, won’t ever be moved, by mix up, mix up. Just be in the Mix, with hearts dedicated, to share true love. Every day, may every heart, step to the mic, and free-style a heartfelt rhyme. Aha, aha; heart check, one, two. We’re all in the Mix, so throw your hands up, raise the pRoof. Let love be the anthem, showcasing trueness of love’s excellence. We only, have one life to live, we need to dance it well. Love, not about being mesmerized, by the flow. But a soul being free, to live as a heart feeling whole. This, please don’t let your heart miss. To know, love’s true bliss, another love don’t diss. Don’t let your heart, be distracted by what fights, for your passion, and tries to capture your attention. DJ, turn the table, scratch the spin. Don’t let the rise and falls, desensitize the heart. To the true essence, in love’s perfect timing. Living in the light, how a soul, focuses on eternity. The rhythm, and rhyme, there’s a reason, for the season. It’s about, get every heart out of the funk, and into a soul-full groove. Mixed up platitudes, will never show a heart, full of gratitude. DJ, your heart, has such a beautiful sound. A heart, dancing breathlessly. Reveal the love, in the innermost. When, love moves you deeply. The melody becomes, more than strong emotions, but the deeper connection!

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Love It, or List It?

All that love, can afford your heart. What you choose to cherish, what becomes the most endearing. Love, is a choice, and in the end the heart has to choose. Love it, the good, the bad; or list it, all that’s broken, needs to be repaired. What you’re willing to charge, or willing to fix, in your own heart. One room, does not make a house, a home. Love is about being receptive, to the open concept. In order, for the picture to be the clearest view. Two hearts, have to discard the tainted lens. In love, you have to break down walls. Then be truly intentional, with the rebuilding. Actions speak, and love builds up. A vaulted perspective, gives rise to new possibilities. When it’s said and done, embrace the love, with an elevated commitment. Divided hearts, can build a house. But love, needs a warm place, to call home. Whereby to live, and thrive. Where the kiss of love, can truly flourish. A place, where the warmth takes your breath, the love holds you tight. A chair, still just a chair, by any other name. Room in your heart, just a room. Without giving the room, so the love can truly feel at home. Now and then, there will be disagreements. Don’t let the once love filled picture, be a portrait of a love, barley noticeable. When one heart feels broken, the other should mend the fence. Fix you, don’t be fixated on greener pastures. Just, love it again. The heart you told, you would give unconditional love!

Turn your house, into a loving home, to cherish the endearing moments. Don’t treat love, like a Fixer upper. Love’s depth, not in having Good bones, but having a committed heart. A promising Flip, can become a costly Flop, with a total gut job. Real change, true beauty, from the inside out. Lighthearted, expressions of love, such a wonderful material. To help create a substantive, atmosphere of faithful love. A heart, can try to paint a picture. But, for the love to be portrayed, as an authentic display. There has to be, a true point of reference. Let me, frame it with this. Love is demonstrated, so its true nature, won’t be a peripheral lens. But portrayed as a true representation, of a deeply moving love. Even though, you have a lovely home. Love’s true reality, the key a heart truly open, to real change. Every day, don’t just say it, show it. If you’re happy, and you know it? When you wake up, Love it, being IN love. Go ahead, List it, what needs to be fixed, what needs to change. So, at the end of the day; love will have a forever home. The question becomes this; are you going to Love it, or List it?

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Many Rivers!

Many rivers we cross, the heart wading through the water. The way over, is to go through. On the other side, how you live your best life. Many rivers we cross, the heart putting up barriers. Trying to restrain the flood, keep the water at bay. Though the tears, comes crashing against what seems, a washed up sure. Hold on to faith, it won’t let hopes and dreams, get swept away, into the abyss. In deep places, an ocean of love. The banner, unfailing love. Many rivers we cross, when fear looks to capsize your hope. Let faith, pulls your heart into, the crimson tide. When your soul, becomes a silent river. Many hearts, many come to test the depth. Instead of getting crossed, show them, the way to the cross. How you found rest, by the river side. How every breadth, becomes a deep river. Life’s a journey, never walked alone. Hope and faith, travels the same path, your heart is on. Many rivers we cross, on the river bank, let your roots go deep. Let the evidence, be growth undeniable, your forever bloom. Some day, the heart comes across many rivers. And if the day, tries to drag you under. Many river, finds a-cross. A heart, knowing someday; your soul will rise above. Many rivers to cross, the way over, what have to go through. Wandering, doesn’t mean lost, tears don’t mean losing. Wondering, it’s your soul believing; though Many Rivers, but the cross!

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Equilibrium!

In the calm, the heart is changed, and every day, changing still. With each quality of movement, the evenness of thought. The balancing, will never be an act on its own. With every breath, therein lies a coming together, mind, body, and soul. Though, the heart stumbles over and over. Recovery, through a forward trajectory. Flawed, becomes just a state, that will never define, a vigorous soul. Every day, the heart gathers up composure. The pursuit of hope, requires a glorious zeal. Though, anxiety lurk to upend. Progress, with emboldened confidence. Strength gained, empowering your equilibrium. To be the wind at your back, beneath your wings, the breadth in your lungs. In your collectedness, hope and faith becomes the opposing force. Counterbalance for the heaviness, of doubt and fear. Though, you don’t feel the immediate sensation. Deep in heart and soul, change is taking place. Love’s song, sweeping like a soothing melody. Supply and demand, hope found, gives every breath rise. To not just influence, but to profoundly conquer. In the stillness, when your cup is empty. The calming presence of love, creates a beautiful Equilibrium. True harmony, love’s tranquility, through its deep serenity!

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The Dedicated Heart!

Greatness, doesn’t consist of how many people you lead. True greatness, revealed in how many hearts you serve. Love is the driving force, the reasons for your why? Why every morning, your heart can’t help but shine. A lighthouse, when all others can see, only darkness. Your light revealing, love found, is the greatest treasure. Fathomed, when love touches, the deepest place. In depth of soul, love deeply moves your being. What’s precious, serving a greater purpose. The time spent, the love cherished, in the beauty exchanged. You don’t, need a clock to tell your heart, it’s time to move. It becomes automatic, every heartbeat, resonating its own distinct rhythm. Love, shouldn’t need to work hard, to prove anything; just everything, love’s meant to be. Dare to become endearing, in every way. A heart, displaying true dedication, with loving devotion. So, don’t let it get twisted; your heartstrings, tied up with Not’s. Not the right time, Not able, Not worthy. Love, meant to be given, Not taken, back by manipulative intent. It’s Not, for the plunder, but to be a wonder… ful experience, a loving gift. It’s not, found in the stars, but when through a loving heart, it becomes a heavenly gaze. Even though, hearts may seem light years apart. Love beyond limits, will show a heart devoted. Dedicated, twenty four, seven. On a well-marked freeway, or even when the road, takes an uncertain detour. Love will be the GPS, leading a Dedicated Heart on a journey, to demonstrate the truest love… faithfully!

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Song Inspired; Piano Man!

Nine o’clock on a Saturday, the rise and shine. But, before checking off a honey do. The feel, love’s kiss upon my soul. To let my heart say, honey; I do, love you. To let her heart know, my love won’t be tone deaf, or “B” flat. Beyond lip service, love will note, how my heart sings. In the depth of soul, a piano man. Love, the sounding board, for the heartstrings. Love struck, shades black and white. If the love, not enhanced with the truest colors. I don’t, ever want to play the fool. Thinking I’m too cool, to show love what’s in my heart. Now, and forever. A piano man, let’s the love stand upright, be upfront. Displaying love in the right key, becomes a ballad unforgettable. A moving melody, with the profoundest harmony. Love with the right acoustics, resounds as a finely tuned stringed instrument. A heart, showing love’s the reason. Why real love, has a distinct rhythm, to the rhyme. To help avoid, the “C” sharp. The first Cut, always the deepest. The “F” sharp, becoming the wrong pitch. The “G” flat, another apology; Gee, I didn’t mean it. The “D” flat, playing Dumb; did I do that? Love’s the key signature, to be in unison. So the love doesn’t resonate, to “B” minor. But lyrically sound, in “A” major, heartfelt moment. Love in sync; Always, Forever!

Love, with a good vibration, won’t let the heart, be struck by a damper. Love with a pure, fervent tone, speaks in volumes. Digitally, Electric, or Grand… in scope. Violets are blue, roses have petals. True love, let’s the heart drink for free. Lights up the soul, with the moonlight. The ambiance, creates a beautiful glow. Love showing there’s no other place, two hearts in twine would rather be, but serenaded by the light of love. When, love has you feeling alright? The heart knows, the soul swayed. So even when, the years shuffles in. The piano man, and his heart of hearts. His special love, still listening to their favorite love song. Cheek to cheek, the love never gets old. For it’s unconditional, the years undeniable. With no need, to ever make love. Be, what it was meant to be, endearing. The fond memories, love in stages. Showcasing, how the breadth of love, deepens. Some days, have sadness, some incredibly sweet; I know them complete. Today, and even the days, I wore a younger man’s clothes. Love, play for my heart another song. Touch the right key, enamor my heart’s cord; leave my soul, breathlessly… once again!

Piano Man, a song by Billy Joel; released in 1973.

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The Tailored Heart!

Dressed to impress, will never show, what’s in the heart. The texture within, the fabric of your soul. Tailor made, may show well put together. Your heart on your sleeve, do you wear it well? Rags to riches, every heart has a story. But, do you have a heartfelt love story, to leave a heart speechless. Love, let it show, so a heart can tell, if it’s tailor made. Love, not only about what you can see, but the love you can truly feel. Heart to heart, two souls in love forever. Tethered, by a loving trust, anchored by the deepest love. Tailored, by the needed commitment, treaded by the truest love. It’s not about, what suits the moment, but what changes the heart. Real love, has the power to profoundly alter, the essence within. The bond, becoming even stronger. When, you’ve tailored your heart, after the right kind of love!

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