Motivation’s Triumph; Ever-rest!

We all, in our lives face mountains, but yet, in the midst of, Ever-rest; triumphant’s bliss, love’s endearing kiss. Love’s symphony, hope’s rhapsody.  So, sound the trumpet, strike up the band, love plucks the soul out of obscurity; strums the heart with its compassion, with love’s celestial hand. Prick, thy heart with love, lest thy soul forget, from com-passion comes thy passion. Take a stand, in between the gap. Tether heart and soul, three stranded strong, love’s foundation the third prong. Let, the nature of its Anthem sound, the breadth of its essence resound. The heights of love’s ever-rest, found within the nuances of its beauty. In every season, in every stage of life. May love’s resonation become, your heart, finding its voice, your soul knowing its worth; its poetic constellation. Overwhelmed, by mountainous terrains, to be, or not to be? That’s not the question, but what’s within the midst of the see. Perspective matters, triumph doesn’t leave one’s perception in tatters. A heart and soul, anchor secure within its ever-rest, conquer the unknown. Sometimes, strength to climb eludes, but within every heartfelt revelation, the childlike faith to crawl. Until, you are able to stand, on the pinnacle of your resilience. Broadened horizon, an elevated presumption; what other mountain, will the right heart posture triumph over? Ever-rest’s encounter, the soul elevated from love’s vantage point. One’s heart emboldened, to wade through the water, climb every mountain, with grace to overcome!

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Luther’s, Lyrical Montage! 

Anthem of the heart, what leaves an impression on the soul, residue of an enduring legacy, a life lived. What, does it truly mean to dream, the Impossible Dream; one’s heart, running into places, the brave dare not go? Can, Any Love find its way, moved by love’s sway? Everyone, needs love no doubt, for every soul, would feel so alone without. Everybody, hopes to someday find love’s bliss, but first, wrap your heart around this. Here and Now, promise to love faithfully. Little Miracles, happen every day; you just, need to be a heart with its love true. Always and Forever, love in your own special way; melt every heart with a smile. Just that, tells them you really care, a heart that would dare; to let your love shine. I believe, in the Power of Love. Every daughter’s heart, moment tethered to their soul’s mate, the request; Dance with My Father. Knowing, A House is Not a Home, without love. It’s, So Amazing, to be loved; how it tugs at the heart, like a stringed instrument. And, when love’s absolutely pure, it feels like a lyrical ballad; saying. Love, it’s All About You, not about me. “There is no one more beautiful, than you are to me, and I am proud to know, I’m here by your side. Let my love be the sway, the sunshine that brightens up your way,” what, a faithful heart provides. Becoming two hearts, two hearts beating as one, love! 

Luther Ronzoni Vandross Jr, 1951-2005. He was an American soul and R&B singer, songwriter, and record producer, widely known as the “Velvet Voice”. He sold over 40 million records worldwide, achieved eleven consecutive RIAA-certified platinum albums, and won eight Grammy Awards, including Song of the Year in 2004 for “Dance with My Father”. He was also inducted into the National Rhythm & Blues Hall of Fame and the Grammy Hall of Fame. 

This post, a montage of some of my favorite Luther songs. Something, I’ve been looking to write for the last few years, but haven’t had the time. Like so many other artists, whose voices have left a lasting impression. Whitney Houston, Kenny Rogers, who I’ve written posts about in the past. Hopefully, this post resonates! Apr 25, 2025

If you would like to read, Kenny’s Montage I shared in 2022, Here:  is the link. 

Wednesday Proverb; Just, Exhale!

The mind, can sometimes feel so weary, the body, sometimes suffers from a case of exhaustion; just, let it be. Sometimes, one’s spirit can feel intermittent exhaustion, gasping to be aware of its innermost breadth. Even, the heart can, occasionally experience moments of fatigue; just breathe. Sometimes, just living in the moment, can still feel so exhausting. One’s proverbial flame, feeling burnt out; just, light a candle. Confusion says, give in to feelings, but wisdom says. Even, if the mind is weary, the body’s suffering exhaustion, spirit’s gasping, your heart is fatigued? Never allow, love’s quintessence to become exhausted; just, waiting to Exhale. Love, doesn’t wait for the perfect moment, to act; just, an opportunity to let its actions be. Justification, will never pry, let your heart cry; exhaustion’s just the lie, it could never search heart of hearts. Then, just, adjust the perspective, it will profoundly change, exhaustion’s perception!

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Motivation’s Sway; Pieces!

Giving away, pieces of my heart, would never leave my soul empty, would never make my love less than. My heart, finds not its strength, in countless pieces of contemplation, but the quintessence that yields my soul’s breathless thesis. My heart, has found love’s excellence, not in seeking illusive perfection, but allowing my imperfections to be, the catalyst, that builds wholeness with the pieces of our brokenness. Trust broken, in of itself full of so much potential. In that moment, time and space; where, the will to not let it shatter your worth. An opportunity, to give away another piece of your heart, to love’s embrace. Knowing, in heart of hearts, love makes there be nothing missing, nothing broken; the way of love’s resilience, the sway of its brilliance. I’ve found, the posture of one’s soul, reveals the position of one’s heart. Heart and soul, secure in love’s holistic nature, the nuances of its artistic ambiance, love’s vibrant display of its most selfless portrait. Pieces of one’s heart, essence of its innermost. Love, likened to fine art, that of aesthetic artwork, pieces of one’s soul laid bare, within love’s beautiful light. Finding it within, to relinquish pieces of self? One’s soul, giving away pieces of its heart, reveals the purest kind of love. That never let its worth seem unintended, meaningless… Pieces! 

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Its Intentional Gaze!

Could, someone please tell it to my heart, how does my soul’s breathless amazement, not become my words left utterly speechless? And if, that doesn’t provoke intuitive perplexity? How, then through contemplation, my soul longs to know the breadth of its consistency? This emboldened soul of mine, would eagerly journey the end of time, needing to fathom its depth. If that’s the case, why, wouldn’t one’s heart not be willing, to drown in its unfathomable ocean? Just, to know its deepest places, be my soul in awe, gasping within the spaces of its vastness. Pondering the nature of its existence, one’s mind provoked so deeply. You take your heart out of its sheath, only to have your doubts, slain by the might of its wonder. Your soul, thoroughly captured by its beauty, daydreams swept away into its blissful yonder, by the sphere of its influence. A heart, traversing the heartfelt plain of its own destiny, a soul encountering, the ways of its ecstasy. Where, the bravest of souls, are not just willing to have their heart wide open, but be profoundly swayed by its charm. A heart in a place, where no harm befalls, falling within its infectious arms. Its aura, a sight to behold, how its muse takes hold, its language so bold. Whispers to your soul in the stillness, peers into your hopelessness. What brings a heart to tears, what soothes your fears. Your soul, feeling its warmth, swaddling you in your brokenness. Immensely, intensely, indubitably; its presence hovers within the shadows. No needy heart could ever escape it, Love’s intentional gaze!

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Irrevocably!

Irrevocably yours, within my soul and that of my heart, of love deeply true. For I, within my heart of hearts, know love could never be pure, if not love irrevocable. Vow I have vowed, not of just words, but of my heart’s posture. Soul’s absolute pledge to be of love, death could never part. Destiny is, destiny does, irrevocably transcend; time, space. Picturesque love, not just poetic art, work’s of love’s unalterable stance. Like of the wind’s might, my heart is irrevocably taken. My soul has flight, expanding my mind’s sight. Love’s breathless encounter, mind, heart, soul; altered irrevocably. Faithful love does, for faithful love is, unapologetically intentional. Truth of love’s essence, in me deeply embedded, my deepest love emboldened to be, tangibly felt, unshakably committed. Therefore, how could my heart be irrevocably blue, dipped in love’s crimson hue? Love’s inalienable breadth, of one’s soul attainable, its beauty of one’s heart, irrevocably available. My heart’s soliloquy, of what my soul utters, of what perpetual ink spills, my dearest love, irrevocable!

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Comfort of My Soul!

My soul, laid back against love’s beckoning, my heart, comfortably nestled within the depth of its sweet embrace. My thoughts, lost forever within the mystery of its peace. My breath, confounded years later my heart, can still be found breathlessly at home. There’s no other place, my soul would rather be, than drowning deep within this irrevocable place. Tears for fears, love’s beautiful exchange; the years comforting tears, washing away any lingering fears. This love story, could ever cease being, the love deepening even more. It has, afforded my heart much, comforted my soul with such warmth, of love’s deepest touch. Comforting my heart to know, my soul, exhales the only breadth it will truly ever need. No complacent thoughts, anxious will, could ever satisfy love’s heartfelt desire. Love’s forevermore, at the core of my soul needing, to know the crux of my heartbeat’s reason. Ask of my heart, it will say of my soul; my heart and soul, comfortable being here, wrapped up within Your love. Here, in this place in my life, I don’t worry about tomorrow, the things I can’t control. The focus being the state of my heart, let love’s attention be in the details. Who, What, When, Where; Why, chase butterflies, not understanding it’s in those moments, fluttering feelings, indicative of love’s colorful beauty. Every imperfection, nuances of what my heart needs, to embolden my soul’s resolve. Never be comfortable being, indifferent with my love. What more could I ask, but my soul being content forever; Here, in this familiar place!

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Wednesday Proverb; Faith, Hope! 

Faith, Hope, characteristics of the same measure, wholeness its aim. Faith, doesn’t rely on fame, to help bolster its claim. Hope, produces no shame, your heart invoking its name. Faith is the substance, Hope its evidence. A Faithful heart, a Hopeful soul. Faith, employs conception, Hope, embraces perception. Fear of the unknown, could never embolden its deception. Faith, looks deep into your soul, searches the heart as a whole; filling you with Hope, wings of love will surely reach forevermore. Faith bound, Hope found; tethered, becomes so profound. Faith and Hope, kindred spirits, heartfelt they fundamentally prevail, fruits of one’s resilience unveiled. Faith and Hope, reaches to the depth, where logic could never fathom. Faith, doesn’t require intellect, Hope is naturally direct. Having that, je ne sais quoi, what only one’s own heart can know. Faith, hovers like a song in the night, covers like a blanket of peace that’s right. Hope, the light that illuminates bright, casting no shadow of doubt. Sweet dreams, are made of these, who am I to disagree? Breadth of Faith’s heart, tender of what’s soft inside; Hope’s prudence doing something, that can’t be explained. What requires dedication, needing no conversation. Faith and Hope, heart and soul, riding the waves of life together, ah ha. Give Faith its chance, to let Hope prove its stance; your quintessence, its tree of life will enhance!

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Here!

Right here, this place, the crevices of my soul. Where my heart wants to be, my soul needs You to be. Here, so close to me, no space in between, stay. Until, tears wash away all my defenses, love silences any lingering fear, forever won’t meet us here. Love’s every encounter, feeling like heaven to me. Here, my soul caught up in love’s rapture, in love being, naturally so. My heart, doesn’t want to seem so laid back, but, pressed deeply up against your love, where my soul loves so to be. Here, I lay my soul down, knowing no shadow of a doubt, this love can ever be shaken; stirred. Here, love’s peace my silent river, an ocean so overwhelming, so breathtakingly deep to sea(e). A  soul, on a quest to fathom love’s true meaning; a heart, finding ways to be in perpetuity here, in love. Here, love illuminates, its breadth enlightens. In that moment, time has no existence, neither, my heart putting up any resistance. You don’t have to be here, you never stroll far from my thoughts. In my soul, I feel your love near. In my heart, earnestly it keeps me company, here. Whenever, love strikes its chord, heartstrings tug my soul. Sweetest of lullabies, echoing profoundly, swaying breathlessly; heart and soul. The imaginable made possible, undeniable made beautiful, Here!

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Heart’s Film; Courage under Fire!

The Tag: A soul, producing heartfelt prose, a heart releasing its symbiotic film. Layers of the heart’s innermost, revealing the soul’s cinematic story!

The Plot: Sometimes, in life our soul can feel trapped; a heart under fire, feeling no one has your back. But, make up within heart of hearts, your resilience will never give in, will never surrender to fear of the unknown. The battles our soul faces, build character, the fears our heart slays, strengthen confidence, emboldening our resolve. Beyond every horizon, faith abounds, found within hope’s renown!

A eMotion Picture:

When, the day won’t let your heart be, soul struggling to breathe. The breathless moments, the battles that leave a heart feeling vulnerable, truth be told. When, indifference tries to blindside your soul’s resolve, ambushed your hopes, plot against your daydreams. Your soul, caught within the crossfire of needs, your heart facing an insurgent of wants. Your heart and soul, deep within the trenches of life, battling on-slot of emotions. Heart and mind conflicted, anxiety, being vindictive. Love, doing its best to reign, but oh, the illusive nature of tear’s diabolical rain. Grace under fire, wayward thoughts scheming with stress; to abandon core beliefs. The heart, cleaving to one’s hopefulness, prudence will prevail. The battle for mind, body, soul; the struggle that rises with the dawn. Mind asking the heart, do you have the strength to endure, fighting for the health of your soul. Words pierced deeply, a bleeding heart, overwhelmed by the incoming. If, love has the final say; it’s a triumphant heart, wielding an endearing outlook!

Battle scars, never defines the soul’s resilience, exposed, never indicative of a heart losing, just tested; vested. If ever, night becomes the heart’s daunting foe, relinquish to it woes, watch as into the abyss it goes. A barrage of lies, deeply wounded do pry, but will never penetrate, armor of a guarded heart. Though, deep in the pit, seeming like hell. Yell if you must, just don’t cuss. On the cusp, of a soul well knowing thus; always the darkest, before the dawn. While, serving honorably, no need to cover up your flaws. Every heart, at some point must, give an account for its soul’s decision; stood for principles, abandoned just beliefs? During the heat of the moment, a faithful heart endures, trusting the process. Whenever, life drops a bomb, aimed at devastating your beliefs. Even, a heart in tatters, clinging to strands of confidence, its soul unshakable. A soul, finds its greatest reprieve, in knowing its profoundest worth. The encounters, deepening the heart’s preservation. Virtue of its courage, while yet under fire!

This post, inspired by an American war drama film, released in 1996; courage under fire, starring Denzel Washington, and Meg Ryan. I haven’t watched it in years, but have seen it a few times, to remember the plot. It came to mind yesterday, and thus a peak into my heart. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you haven’t seen the movie, check it out, it’s worth watching!

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