Within the Hourglass!

Minutes, through the glass of life’s fragile moments, turn into hours; the days of our lives. Moments in time, reciprocated, yields to us its fruits, love’s benevolent moments. The breath of life, moving between the breadth of every heartbeat. Why, would a wise soul counter, living in a time such as this. Where heartfelt encounter, time tugging on every heartstring. Love becoming, better than it was, more than it is. Who we are now, if not what it needs to be, change. Times change, the hands of time persist, no heart has the power to resist, we evolve within the midst. Time doesn’t toil, doesn’t spin needlessly; it’s intentional. Second chance, counterintuitive, to make a first impression. Time, doesn’t rely on second hand; information is key, knowledge isn’t free. Blood, sweat, tears; hard work and dedication, times three. Instrumental, to keep ahead you will surely see. Without fail, every hourglass tells the same tale. The measure of a heart, the texture of what lies within. Every notable slim perspective, loses its quintessence, when sifted through narrowed perception. Fixed periods in time, defined by its ability to produce, change. No need, to watch the sand slip through the hourglass. Profound change, occurs moment by moment, one day at a time. Seconds, become minutes, turning into hours; time. Love’s significance, sufficient grains of time, we son’t allow to wastefully cascade, through the hourglass!

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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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Love’s Contexture!

True love, doesn’t need text, to give it context. It’s not swayed by veiled pretext, its benevolence, can’t be taken out of context. Love is, or it isn’t! Bares itself in plain sight, leaves its innermost exposed with no apology. What it’s believed to be, won’t change its essence. Its truth, can’t be negotiated with, giving every bit of its worth, nonnegotiable. Love paints in color, willing to go outside the lines, showing its true colors. Love doesn’t throw shade… on the canvas of the heart, calling itself a depiction of its vibrant tapestry. Contextually, love doesn’t depend on anything to be, yet based into the fabric of everything. Its significance, tethering the heartstrings natural course, love being its lifeline. Love, unapologetic in its compassion, decisive in its expression, evident with its posture. It’s not moved by indifferent moods, not intimidated by feelings, doesn’t capitulate to framed reference. The nuances of its resilience, interwoven within the breadth. The nature of its meaning, the complexities of its existence. Love’s purpose, be persuasive like the wind, while swaying like a gentle flower. Love’s contextual beauty, the texture, the clarity revealing what is; heart and soul.

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Within the Gravity!

The gravity within my soul, can’t be conveyed, in layman’s words. The words exist, it’s the significance not easily comprehended. You see, that’s the gravity; experiencing what does exist, within an existence. The rhapsody, living in love’s freedom, every breath prevailing, within the presence of its gravitational allure. Living beyond oneself, breathing out one’s mean.. ing, existing within the gravity. Love’s lighthearted motion, compels life’s breathtaking notion. A heart, relying solely on the concept of relativity, a soul not knowing the conception; the gravity to love’s true relevance. Every heartstring tethered, to the breadth of love’s forevermore. The heart’s gravity of love, becoming its weightless reality. The soul’s journey to love’s higher elevation, a heart’s endless pursuit, regardless of life’s precipitous sways. Even though, heaviness weighs the heart, love’s profound enlightenment, frees the mind, empowers the soul, jettisons life’s inconsequential notions. Trying to juxtapose love’s deeper meaning, deoxygenate its intrinsic essence. Its momentous revelation, lies within the heart and soul’s acute synergy. Real love doesn’t suffocate, plummeting to its demise, but breathes thriving within its new found depth. Love’s exploratory nature, moves within a state of urgency, be intentional. Its quintessence and grace, emanates the gravity. The gravitas, governs its providence, so love’s higher calling, can bare the soul. Its strength, love’s resilience apparent. Emotions hover, making welled up tears fall, but it’s in those moments the understanding; it’s the gravity, having its way with your heart. Life, takes every heart to the edge of tomorrow, but it’s in love’s weightlessness we discover. The perspective is how we live, breathe, have our being. The heart and soul living breathlessly, within the gravity!

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My Joy Is…

You bring me joy, whenever I lose my way, your love comes smiling, shining like the sun. Even, in the darkest moments, your love says; there’s no fear in love, when it’s your shining star. When, distance is overcome by miles. Love is there, waiting; my heart and soul, runs to its embrace. When, my heart feels lonely, my soul in need of a friend. Love comes, talks with me for a while, my soul smiles. Love speaks, whispers within the stillness, resonates in trying times. All I need is moments, for my intellect to know, everything may not be right, but yet, my spirit knows this truth. Even though, tears fall on the soul’s window pain, a heart knowing how to breathe, within love’s higher plane; makes everything be alright. My heart, doesn’t have to fight, hold on to it tight. Real love, squeezes the soul, with all its might. Like a bird, my spirit soars, like a kite, freedom gives my heart sight, to find pleasure in new heights. “And when, nothing else could help, love lifted me,” on the wings of a dove. To let my soul see, my joy is… You, Love!

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Love Lived!

This heart of mine, swept away forever, within waves of love. My soul, taken by love’s breathtaking encounter. How, can my heart ever stop, streams of love from seeping, through every crevice of cascading pours, the love that overflows. The reign is real, the struggle this; love’s blissful mist. The breathless calm bubbling, the water spilling, welling up from its beautiful spring. Love’s fountain of youth, my deep river unrestrained, my love unashamed, being overwhelmed by its breadth. My soul, submerged within love’s depth, its levee keeping my heart from suffocating, in the quicksands within life’s journey. My soul living deeply, embracing the peace within love’s forevermore. True breathing, takes place in moments noted, preserved in love’s subtle moments. Lived out, in this heart of mine!

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Love’s Linguistic Melody!

Lyrically, single notes when wedded, sequenced within two souls becomes one heartbeat. Hearts in tune, love musically satisfying. Love, phrased in its semasiological form, texturized with its natural beauty; reveals its truest essence. Love’s poetic hue, a portrait painting its intrinsic verse, recited to give its wholistic meaning. The heart’s, most endearing love language, BOLD in its presentation, clear with its representation. Expressive in its simplicity, extensive in its honesty. Linguistically, the bolder love is spoken, the more meaningful becomes its truth. Love’s defining nuances, bares its divine nature, the heart and soul revealing; a love so beautiful, in every way. Real love, like an unforgettable jingle, echoing throughout your soul. Though near or far, the song of love that clings to you, does things to you; unforgettable in every way. The rhyme, giving the rhythm within the heart a reason, to sing along too. It’s that song in the night, playing its soothing tone, to ease the troubled mind. Love’s intricate melody, like an acoustic guitar, strumming gently the heartstrings. Harmonized love, instrumental to live and breathe. In its truest form, becomes intentional, the breadth becoming; love’s linguistic melody!

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If I?

If I, said I only needed one day, to say how much I love you, but made it the most special… ever. Would that one day make it clear, I will always and forever be celebrating your love? If I, showed you a portrait of my heart, but you couldn’t feel the texture of my love. Would the fabric veiling my feelings, be what also, bares to you the depth of my soul? If I, said by chance I happened to fall into your love. Would you then truly believe, I just happened to still be there? In love, in that same state, searching my heart, still trying to find what I know to be love’s worth? If I, said I wrestle with feelings, would you feel I was fighting for us, to not let our love become vulnerable, to what time takes for toll? If I, needed just a proverbial moment, to express my love. It would be if I, believed today was my last chance, to gaze into the breadth of your love. Living within the stillness, my soul realized, my heart wouldn’t be okay. If the perceived special moment, wasn’t the here and now. If I, my heart not knowing love’s true meaning. You and I, wouldn’t have something special; to be my, to be yours, a love worth celebrating… day after day!

This, for everyone reading, may the Words Press! Happy Valentines!

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