In Loving Colors!

In the living, in being; how we thrive, not just survive. If, the heart was color blind, the mind would be open to see; love in a colored perspective. Love, could never be received, if the heart perceives, through a black and white lens. Love, paints the picture, the heart focuses the lens. Hearts are red, souls are blue; when I love you, doesn’t seem true. Black and white, through a tainted viewpoint, shades of gray. Every heart, needs to see, how they’re meant to be. The colors of love, what beautifies our humanity. The shape of our heart, irrelevant; to what needs to be seen. Love taking shape, the mind being shaped, by what the heart has become? Love, can never become a vibrant picture, the heart, neither a vivid portrayal, if painted black and white. A heart exposed, reveals. A mind closed, deceives. Love’s true beauty, has an intrinsic nature; living colors. Colorful birds, pretty little butterflies, colors in the wind. Love reaches, kindness preaches, history teaches. That a heart sees vividly, not in black and white, but in loving colors!

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Mama Africa!

Mama Africa’s lamp, a light that won’t be extinguished, it vanquishes the darkness. Her tapestry, woven into generations, the fabric tethered within a crimson yearning. Her beauty, displays her intrinsic nature. The breadth of her love, reaches, teaches, preaches, beseeches; live in freedom. Her history, transcends space, eclipses place, defines race; love giving chase. Political boundaries, measured in distance, not in the journey, and the lived experience. Beautiful are the feet, the heart’s willing to walk a mile. Her heartbeat, heard around the world, beating strong; valiantly. Her worth, can never be denied, should never be marginalized. Her existence, love’s divine expression of grace, her poetry in motion. Indifference, can never cast shade, on her shine. Don’t think, one day she will be somebody. Days long ago, everybody; wanted to be her. Her sweat, her tears; buttered the beard, sugared the tea. By design, her strength, wouldn’t capitulate. Her heart, able to endure the test of time. The depth of her love, like an endless river, cascading oceans deep. Within her beauty, her sight contemplated. The color of her love, painted with her vibrant texture. History, shades between black and white, but love, paints in profound colors. Can you see it, her as a vivid portrayal. In her heart, deep places, in her soul, an endearing creation. Her destiny, etched within the pages… of forevermore!

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Dreams Becoming!

She shipped away, my arms can’t hold her. She slipped out of sight, my eyes can’t see her. Pieces of her heart, slipped through the cracks. Time with her, slipped away forever. Walking her down the aisle, a hope that will never be. Getting to say I love you, one more time, slipped my lips, but won’t slip past my heart. Baby girl, you don’t, have to worry about a thing; my heart, is in a better place. She slipped away, but my heart, holds her love… close. She had dreams, for her we hoped, but one day, they slipped away. So therefore, my love will be the display, her dreams will live, through me!

MLK, had a dream, that one day; his hopes, would be realized, in living color. That every heart one day, the dream would be revealed, for history to reflect. We all have hopes, that one day; our dreams will be. Not in black and white, but in full HD (Human Decency), not through a tainted lens. We want to be heard, but do we truly stop to listen? Love, has a distinct sound, why every day; we need to give ourselves a heart check, one, two. Agree to disagree, a reflection of our humanity. Love’s heartfelt quality, sound like; hearts in harmony. What’s said, what needs to be believed. The ears receives, but the heart interprets. Without a vision, hopes perish. Without faith, dreams are squandered. Don’t, stomp on someone’s dreams, because you can’t see their vision. Even though, hopes die, dreams can live on. Dreams becoming, history revealing; what comes to be, through a vision of love!

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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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Within the Deep!

This heart of mine resides, in a deep place. In the breadth, there’s an oasis, within a deep river. A lifetime will afford, forever will become, my soul searching the depth. To fathom, to become, to be, breathless. Within the deep, love deepens, my every breath. I don’t wait to exhale, I desire to go deeper, give love my every breath. Within the deep, my heart is swayed, my soul swept away, to the deepest place, my innermost. A love so deep, won’t drown, but enlighten. When, love is like a beautiful river, it immerses you, wholeheartedly. Love, what If? What if, I held it, forever? Would my heart gasp, when the breadth deepens? What if, a tidal wave of emotion, overwhelmed my lungs? Would my soul, be able to fathom, depth within a deep ocean, of love? What if, I gazed at love endlessly, would my soul catch a glimpse, of forevermore? Would my heart know truly, not even a scintilla of doubt could eclipse, what my soul knows; deep love is, forever. Love, whisper it to my heart. What if, I stopped holding my breath? Would my soul, ever know how to breathe again, without you? Deep places, deepens with time. Profound love, lives in moments, in love’s intrinsic beauty. The place, where love takes your soul. Within the depth of a river, deep love is found, residing within the heart… of a woman!

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Words Becoming, Love!

In the silence, love is like a deep river flowing, the breadth becomes. In the quietness, less becomes more. For in the stillness, love spoken moves profoundly. Limited words, will never limit love’s infinite ability to speak, when no words are needed. It’s not the words, coming out of the mouth, that makes love expressive. The quiet beauty, in love’s intrinsic nature. Eloquent words, may have standing, but love reflects meaning. Words can be frivolous, true love will never be meaningless. Meaningful love ensures, words never miss spoken. Words makes conversation, love creates the revelation. Words, wants to be understood, love needs to understand. Wants, never replaces the need. Words will edify, love will clarify. Words participates, love anticipates. Words will speak, love will listen. Words provoke thought, love inspires truth. Words validate, love elevates. Words, can become a moving soliloquy, but love solidifies the experience, to be truly unforgettable… words!

“May the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart be acceptable, and pleasing…” Psalms 19:14

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The Reflective Light!

The moon, pales in comparison, to a radiant light. The sun would surely be envious, if it knew a light, that can shine day and night. The stars would be in awe, if it caught a glimpse of a light, that can reflect endlessly. There’s a beautiful light, that lingers in the breadth. The untold artistry, paints a vivid reflection. A resilient portrait, nuanced by the light of the creator. Roses are red, violets are true, a reflection of. We all have it, at the very least know how, to show it. The guiding light, showing the path, the light within, what brightens the journey. What, is this illuminating light, the Love, within the heart. It doesn’t throw shade, won’t cast a disparaging light. A heart and soul, enlightened by the love within, emit a reflective light. Love’s true light, sends forth a glow, leaves the heart glowing. A light, with a dim reflection, a heart displaying, a love inhibited, by a bit of indifference. A reflective light, retreats into the afterglow, to illuminate the darkness. Brings clarity, when seen in its true light, shines for the world to see. A heart, with a transparent lantern, a soul beaming beautifully. A heart in a good place, could never be hidden, for it emanates, light. Light your candle, light up the world, with the love within, your Reflective Light!

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