I try, to be a simple man, with a quiet heart. Every heartbeat, dances to a simple rhythm. To the beat, or not to the beat. Never the question, when love moves your soul. My heart, knows the simplified melody. To a simple song, the essence in a simplistic verse. I Love You. A soul, indulging in one simple pleasure. Give love, my undivided devotion. Living, in the moment, embraced by the beauty. The slow waltz, to endless love. The breadth, held forever… breathlessly. To know it, is want it. To have it, is to need it. The abundance, that draws you in, holds you close. Moving you, to share the love, without question… if deserved? A fire, what keeps love blazing. The soul from becoming, a heart so cold. The warmth, should radiate a simple love, feeling like a gentle touch. Every day, love drawing the heart and soul even closer. Just, the path where the soul, finds the greatest truth. The purer the love, the less the heart needs to work. For the love, to be justified. How, the heart conquers the day, navigates a complex world. Avoiding the mind feel, letting the heart level the field; whatever enters the battlefield. To make sure, love wins every time. Deploy, just one simplistic thought; Just breathe! Let love, fight the battles, cover up the battle scars. For the days, the heart falls… short of being Just. This, the absolutely must. Don’t try, to justify. Rise up with the dawn, brush off the dusk, pursue the relentless chase. And give Love, Just this; Every breath!
Love, do you mind, if I just hang around you? Sit here, be still; in the presence, and gaze forever… into your heart. You, will never have to worry. My love, won’t bite. My heart, just wants to feast, on a delightful love. You, won’t ever have to wonder? If I, would monkey around with your heart. But let this, truth be told. In the past, before my soul knew true love. My heart, has gotten in some monkey business. From a distance, my heart could see the love, feel the draw. The love, drew my heart, to swing your way. Swayed my soul, to come closer. I hope, the line doesn’t get twisted. Love, not about what’s on the surface, but what’s inside. Love is a choice, that requires action. Pulling back, the layers. To let the love, become much deeper. Finding the love, that’s beyond words, leaving the heart speechless; priceless. Seeing, not the same as letting it; get closer to your heart. The double take, every breath. This, the heart’s confession. When the heart, gazes upon a special love. Breath, taken, and the soul… waiting to exhale. Even when, my faith in love was green. Love, remained so ripe. For the taking, a hold of the heart. The tree with life, whispering love… into my soul. Telling me a tale, the love, will keep my heart close!
A heart, needs to go out on a limb. So, the soul can know, love as the greatest gain. You, don’t have to go bananas. In the stillness, that’s how you learn. To live your best life, in the moment. Not letting, love slip through your fingers. The heart races, sometimes it chases. But, let the pursuit, be a substantive meaning. In the jungle, called life. I’ve searched high, and low to find. Love, in of itself will resonate, its own profound beauty. It’s made to become, nourishment for the soul. Let, the roots of love go deep. A love that makes, every heartbeat, feel some kind of change. The taking of your breath, to a higher plane. See the one tree, but don’t let your heart, miss the forest. Love, precious in the finding; but deeper, with the giving. The color of love, fresh and vibrant. Decorative in scope, deep like crimson, forever the becoming. A heart knowing, how peeling back all the layers. Showing that deep down, love’s the tastiest passion fruit. Tender, fulfilling; gentle on the heart. Fruits of the labor, not about getting stuffed. But letting love, feed the heart and soul; as you indulge in the breadth. Love, too divine to just throw away. Even, if there’s a slip? Don’t let love become, a broken heart. Let the breadth of love, peel back the veil. To reveal all the layers, within the heart. A love, deeply overwhelming, and forever consuming!
My heart, a rebel; bonafide! The cause, resistance at all cost. Not to become, another tainted soul. Confessing, you know how to truly love. But yet, picking and choosing; when, and who. Love, just a feeling; without bonafide action. Every day, you have to rise up… in opposition. Let your heart, mount a rebellion. To not let, your heart be conformed. Arm your heart, with the sword; dipped in truth. These days, your strategy has to be, clearly defined. A heart, knowing the true rules of engagement. To survive, you have to wield the big guns. A hope fortified, with a convincing faith. When the warfare, is spiritual; not physical. To win, plant your truth, stand your ground, and proclaim your worth. Be, a rebel to the core. Having a love, that won’t ever keep score. Know how, to give and take. A heart, was born to resistance, and go the distance. Let the foe know, your heart has the real deal. The confidence, the boldness, the power, and the authority. To speak, and pull down… every stronghold!
Do, opposition research, by reading into the best strategies. What, your heart and soul will need; to have a successful strategic outcome. Praise, is a weapon. The struggle is real, let it be with the flesh; not with the heart. With every battle, don’t go in your own strength, or with guns blazing. Be a heart exposed, with the love transparent. To be, or not to be; never let it be, a heart questioned. Lean how, to be unapologetic; why a heart so rebellious. That will fight, to display how much strength, there is in real love. It’s never futile, refusing to be assimilated; into a robotic collective. True freedom comes, only when a heart is free. My heart, was born to be a maverick. Predestined, to challenge the norm. A camouflaged heart, is a love not seen… as true. A heart of a warrior, cannot affect true change. Without first willing, to take every thought captive. To let, love be what influences, hearts and minds. This, not just about how to be rebellious. But how, to take back territory. It’s about a takeover, let a love relentlessly pursuit your heart, and soul. Let Surrender, not be the Option, but the Choice!
The Mandate; fight the good fight, tread upon serpents. Resist, and the enemy shall flee… seven ways. Take possession; whatever was stolen, or forfeited by default. Seize the moment, and never; justify your rebellion, to a tainted love!
Some people, have a favorite ice cream, a favorite pizza. My heart, likes the taste of my sweetest candy… girl. My sweet-heart, needs loving that’s better, than cookies… with cream. Wrapped up, in a royal twist; a sweet Nubian flavor. My honey, bee a natural. She’s my D.Q, my Darling Queen. The sunshiny love, that melts the heart. I would go bananas, if even death; made us split, love is forever. When the day, tries to steal the sweetness. No bitter feelings, touches my lips. The love, will forever touch my soul. The ticket, that takes our hearts, back on the love merry go; in our love playground. A spoon full of her sugar, makes the tough love medicine… go down. Every season, her love’s a crackling fire. Together, we keep the heart from lazing, and the love blazing. At times, the love is questioned. But, I will never give her a reason, to ever question my heart. A rose, by any other name. Would still be a heart, that rose every morning. To find the love, just as sweet. A heart and soul, loved by the maker, of all things delightful. The true breadth of love, will nibble methodically. Not around the edges, but be consumed to the depth. My buttercup, my chocolate love. Reached for my heart, to taste how sweet. Only to find out, baked with butter. The creator, made love to be… the greatest pleasure, with nothing missing. The deeper the love, the greater the enjoyment, and the expectation. So the soul, can savor the warmth, all the crimson delight. My eyes, could have on blinders. But, it wouldn’t make my heart, see it differently. The deepest love, becomes a vision. For what, eyes can never fathom. I don’t, indulge in bland love. For my heart, there would be no appeal. My desire, steeped within the greatest pleasure. A tasty love, that will affords your heart, such comfort. Food for the soul, that will replenish, a deeper need. A love to forever be, endless. My Delightful Treat. Created, from the true heart of love!
Your heart, can be the most. Though, the vision not perfect. Love, will never measure up… to perfection. But, should always rise to the challenge, to be an example, of a faithful heart. Life shapes, but love becomes. Words, can be seen as typical. So, when the heart speaks, let the love be known… as practical. A heart, doesn’t have to become intense. For the love, to be immense. How heartfelt is it to know, you don’t have to know; how to breathe well, to know true living. Through every season, another stage, another encore. A heart reliving, another day; acting out your best life. Through, another quintessential, repeat performance. True love, with every breath. Don’t let, it be another act… one; seen too, many times. Leaving the question, to be asked. Love, oh love; where art thou? A house, is not a home; until love, resides there… in the heart. A hill, will never be alive, with the sound of music. Until, your heart begins to sing. Crawl, walk, run… to the front of the line, with vim, and vigor. And, if your heart stumbles? Rise up, everyday; to glean another quintessence. What, your heart will need, to move forward… faithfully? Pursue the day, chase after dreams; but always, let love find your heart… content. To know, the precious moments, we step up. Through every season, we man up. Embrace you, and your heart will embrace the role. Hold it close, and the love will be held dear!
You don’t, need a day; to celebrate your worth. Just a lifetime, to let your heart be the gift, that keeps giving. Your love, doesn’t have to be an ocean. A silent river, can have depth. A heart, being swept away, by a deepening love. You, don’t have to feel special. But your heart, should especially be a heart needed. You, don’t need power, to be the strongest. Even to have, your own undeniable strength. You don’t need, to know how to land the perfect ten. For a heart, to flawlessly demonstrate, head over heels. A soul, doing endless; breathless summersaults. For love, to win, become truly relevant. It needs, to show up on time. The heart, has to want to be there. And the soul, needs to be engaged. So the love, can be even closer. Your love, doesn’t have to be impressive, just impressed… with the deeper meaning. Though, the real struggle; trying to live… up to a lookalike role model. Here’s, my take. The role of a father, about modeling, a good character, not a perceived expectation. Men, you don’t have to be, completely self-assured; for love to thrive, self-contained. Let your love, be a friend. Your heart, known as a true father. Not just a figure, of speech. When, the heart can truly answer; the quintessential question. Love will surely breathe out, the profound truth. Can, the heart of a child know; how deep the Father’s love? True love, in the essence, not just the presence. The picture, doesn’t need perfection; but needs to be seen, in the best light. The personification, the substance, the representation; The Quintessence!
In loving memory, of my baby girl; Justinea Angelina Richards. March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021 – Inspired, by your love!
* Happy Father’s Day! May your hearts, be blessed!
The flaws, what we try hard to hide. The heart, trying to seem perfect, within an imperfect world. So, the heart keeps it secret. What, should be deeply applied; only sometimes implied. Love, I could show you, but; would rather just make it up. What’s, not so easily complied; kept, neatly tucked away. What needs to be revealed, concealed; a heart in disguise. Covering the hurt, concealing the pain. We wink, to cover up the wince. The play, for a jar made of clay. Don’t, let anyone see you blink, to give your soul time to think. Suppress your feeling, or become a heart exposed… as only human? It’s okay, to not be okay. Beauty, can come out of ashes. The brave-hearted, that shows you can find strength, in your vulnerability. Under the quiet, and in the silence. Be moved, to be bold; showcase your worth. You, don’t have to confess. We’ve all, have encountered mess. Trying to find our best, through every test. To help bring about, a peaceful night’s rest. In a time, where lines can become buried. We don’t, have to let our heart and soul. Become afraid, of living out your truth; your hopes, and dreams. Strong faith, though sight unseen. A heart knowing, a crimson love. The soul, brushed against the breadth. A cosmetic smile, just a veneer. When a heart, tries to seem polished. The soul, emanating varying shades… of love. With, each look in the mirror; things, still not as they should appear. The true meaning of love, it’s found, draped within a scarlet glow. Rather, than being noticed; we pretend, everything is okay. The love concealed, within bottled up emotions. Life, can sometimes seem, like a masked ball. A private dancer, looking for a love; that will slow dance with your heart. Out of sight, doesn’t mean out of mind. Every heart, has an identity, with a destiny. Deeply flawed, seen through the right lens. Reflects a heart, with a purpose, the love beautifully becoming. The Concealer, that transcends!
Sweet Lady, you parked your love; unparalleled, at the center of my soul. Together we enter, into the gates of our forever, a real love playground. You, untied your heart, let loose your love. To let the tender moments, run wild and free, throughout my soul. The beauty, stunningly looking indeed. To take me by the heart, to intentionally touch my soul. Your love, whispers in my soul, talks to my heart, walks sweetly through my thoughts. Girl, no need to play games. Our hearts will grow old, love will be the muse. Forever will be the prize, laugher the amusement. Two hearts, frolicking through the sands of time. This life, the ride will surely be the rise, and fall; all the ups and downs. If your heart, ever gets scared? Don’t hesitate, to lay your head on my heart; your fears on my shoulders. My love, will be by your side. Your heart, I won’t let it go… alone, through the twist and turns. Hold tight to my words, until the emotional roller coaster, becomes just another faded feeling. Cotton candy girl, honey your sweet love. My, romantic stroll through your heart. To see if the roses are red, and if violets take the blues. For your sweetness, by any other name. Would still be, a time to indulge; in the sweetest moments. The reminiscing, the story of our life. Playing out, in our love playground!
So babe, for another thirty three years; let’s hop back on our favorite merry-go-round. Our lives revolving, the story of our love evolving. Around and around, that’s how our heart goes. When will the love stop, only heaven knows. Spoiler alert, there’s absolutely no chance. My heart, will ever get off this wonderful ride. A soul, will only know waves of glory. When the love, overtakes like a crimson tide. Love, doesn’t have to be giddy, to be lasting. But true, for it to be forever. Just, like a Ferris wheel. Let my heart, represent a higher love. The view breathtaking, a soul never wanting to take, eyes off your heart. Girl, the stars could fall from your eyes, and my heart, would still see how your love shines. My heart, will hang on to your love. As if, for my dearest life. A heart and soul, blown again and again. On, the ultimate love playground. Just, like a seesaw. When, love brings your heart up, sometimes; you don’t want to come down. The times when, the relationship becomes a rocky road; we make the taste like ice cream. Two scoops, shares better when it’s one heartbeat. How, about teeter-tottering together, for the remaining days. Being young at heart, just a state, never the debate. We don’t let fate, dictate how the love will play. Our hearts hanging out, on the Love Playground!
In, every season of life; lace up your heart. When, the day becomes another fall. In every stumble, as a brisk wind blows. It’s to let your heart know, you’re gonna be okay. Even if, the sun doesn’t shine. Spread your wings, and let your soul soar, into a new horizon. Even when, the day makes you feel like your heart’s trapped. In the middle, of a harsh wintery storm. A positive outlook, will surely keep the fire burning, deep within your soul. Whenever, your heart’s feeling the hurt. Just be still, and know; that in everything. There’s a beautiful song can be heard, speaking to your heart. If you have to, take baby steps. Crawl, walk, run; whatever you choose? Dust off your soul, and lace up your heart. Let the love for life, gird your worth. So you can start the day, with a new Spring in your step. Your soul, will surely see, this too shall pass. After the rain, May you come to see, you there’s a flower… beginning to bloom. In a season called change, there will be a Summertime. A time, to lace up your heart. At another dawn, it’s time to get ready, to let your heart shine. Though it races, through another season!
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