Tag: Art

Symphonic Stages of Love.

Love is a series of stages, one’s soul forever thrust into the spotlight. Affirmations recited, reciprocated heartfelt. In every stage, love doesn’t need a meaningless mic drop, when the moment requires a meaningful heart check, one, two. Rhythmic love isn’t swayed by life’s drumbeat; it’s moved by an in-sync heartbeat, the sweet sound of love’s devotion. Breadth of love tells a captivating story; spoken words no matter how beautifully poetic, really sonate followed with authentic action. In timeless stages, sublime love transcends to become priceless spaces. Never seeming performative, its essence irrevocably intuitive. Echoing its resounding aura throughout heart and soul. Its symphonic melody certain, til its last breath curtain’s, homeward!

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The Heart’s Masterpiece: A Portrait of Love

Let me paint your heart within this portrait. You might not be able to see it naturally, but open your heart wide and realize. Your heart is this picture, worth being expressed in ten thousand beautiful words. The imagery is this: if your love ink’s breathless, I’m painting the depth of your heart as a deeply moving work of art. Its individuality, its intricate artistic complexity, its poetry in motion. Wholeheartedly, conveying the silhouette of one’s soul. Its innermost story, brushed with the indwelling color of love’s ornate tapestry, the texture of its essence seeping so sublime. Do you yet see, how even the subtlety of its nature a testament to the beauty that paints its canvas; becoming the heartfelt artistry displaying the ambiance of its breathtaking masterpiece. Don’t get me wrong, even though the imperfections of one’s heart are evident; it has countless ways to captivately reveal the breadth of its mosaic expression. Made apparent in living color, your own portrayal of divine love!

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A Love Thang!

I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart, yet from the start; if truth be told, I’ve got this thing. So serious, it makes my bell ring, my heart sing. I know how this sounds, but yet so profound; this thing tugs every string, and oh, how much joy it brings. This thing is so groovy, how its deep rhythm moves me, and every day; it deeply behoves me, to let its sway forever hold. Oh me, oh my; this is such a groovy little thing. Every time its rhythmic flow sways, my soul dances to its smooth lyrical twang; oh, what can I say, I’m just a simple man. This man doesn’t need much, just know the embrace of love’s simple touch. Me and my lady, we have a nice thang, a wonderful thang; a truly special thang, the real thang, such a deep thang!

Lady, it’s the little things, the itty bitty things; that keep my heart a loving thang. All the little things, the little sweet loving things, that show your heart’s my true love thang. Candy girl, sweet lady; woman you will always be, my one and only love thang. Lady, we will always have the thang, my everything. But, what’s a thing, if it’s not a good loving thang? Girl, you done know, my heart will forever big up your loving thang. Tapestry of love, texture of a dove, taking wings of a heart up above. There’s no feeling better than knowing, a sweet love thang!

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My Sublime Gaze, Becomes You!

How can a heart’s gaze ever be fixed on love’s true beauty, if its soul isn’t keen to the depth of love, deeply moved by the breadth therein? My eyes won’t simply gaze on outward beauty, without my heart provoked all my days, love’s gaze be observant intentional forever and always. Your heart’s requirement, be also of my soul’s desire. My heart’s starry gaze, not of intergalactic muse, but the cascading gravity within love’s poetic breadth. Its captivating imagery, its breathtaking symmetry. Right from the start, every gaze became your heart; distance could never keep intwined hearts apart. Into you the see, swayed by boundless intimacy’s plea, peer deep into love’s wondrous sea. The endless gaze into love’s heart, irrevocable glimpse into my optic soul. With every glance, love’s intuitive prance, never by chance. My heart does swell, my soul submerged in love’s deepest well. Of my love, breathlessly it soars like a dove. Gaze into me wholeheartedly love does whisper, share with me your stare, take my breath with its tender smile. Observe my charm, contemplate my essence with open arms. What words fail to utter, heartfelt actions beheld will surely cover, its endearing presence does hover. Love, my heart and soul you have forevermore captured; my sublime gaze, becomes you! 

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Still.

Still, my heart wanting to be, my soul forever willing to become. When my soul’s perception looks at the nature of this moment, love still resembles its most beautiful portrayal. The vow still, my heart will, let every ounce of endearing love spill. Knowing, by you I will stand, still; love’s I do fulfill. Navigating my place, contemplating your space, love patiently keeping pace. Years have taught my heart this, love doesn’t shine more radiant every starry gaze. It’s more profoundly illuminating with every inward look, seeing that even in love’s momentary haze, its luminous aura still has the ability to shine so divine. Within the beautiful daylight, every beautiful moonlight, wee hours of the twilight; years later shining beautifully still. 

Love’s well holds so much, watered down love doesn’t serve to do much,  if not felt like a sublime touch. Love’s journey takes your soul far, every intuitive breadth beyond the stars. Love, through your eyes my heart is swept away, breathlessly into the depth of your soul. My gravity still this, blissful moments that take my heart’s every breath, held dearly beloved within love’s weightless kiss. Even when moments got real tough, the tides seemed overwhelmingly rough; still, wasn’t enough for my love to give up on us. Was never a fuss, give all my heart vowed; must, trust. We’re definitely worth it, our hearts absolutely worth it; this love endearingly worth it, still.

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Autumn’s Intuitive Hue! 

Pictures through the lens of Warren Richards

The heart, swayed by love’s intuitive breadth. The soul, moved by the vibrancy of autumn’s hue; heart and soul, left profoundly breathless by love’s divine allure. Every breath taken, every exhale released, its essence held within the pages of life’s ornate beauty. Though tears fall, love’s reign comes leaving its sublime due, soothing misty blues. The end of every season inevitable change, revealing its poetic rhyme has a distinct reason. Fertilized hope allows faith’s blossoming roots to go deep, love naturally growing, glowing resolute and perpetual. Its crimson beauty in any other light, its nuances still as captivating. Through the lens of love’s heartfelt perspective, the world’s beauty though organically captured. Loses its quintessential appeal, if love’s natural tapestry, yet not the fabric of its mosaic texture! 

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Sweetly!

Sweet Love, You are my soul’s joyous delight, indulgence of my innermost. Take me sweetly by the heart, to the sweet bye and bye. But, before my soul traverses the breadth therein, the gravity that takes my deepest breath. Intimate love, into me see, does your sweetness bear witness within my soul? Within the valley of shadows, walk with me, talk with me, hide my fears within the clefts of the hollow. Every day, my soul makes room, hear my heart’s love song bellow. My every heartstring strummed like to that of a breathless cello, hello. Roses are red, violets true, love deepens the crimson hue, within the depth of a heart’s more pleasant flower. Oh love, every hour, cue the violin, cue the orchestral tears moved by love’s sweet cascading sway. Its touching melody, textured essence of sweetened tapestry. Sweet dreams are made of these, how love rests so tenderly upon my swaddled soul. Hold my gaze, this not just a heartfelt faze; set my soul ablaze, emboldened of you be my most earnest praise. Words spoken softly, of love be the purest honey, dripping of love’s sweetest sublime, time after time. Chime in at any time, nurse my heart’s rhythmic rhyme, be love’s endless little twinkle, twinkling like an endearing star. Candid love, be near never far, nudge my soul profoundly with gentleness conveyed. Saving forever, love swayed endeavor, heart in heart forevermore. Love, oh love, irrevocably of thus I am; an endlessly seeping dam, pierced sweetly ever so… 

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Heart’s Resonance, its Lens-Scape! 

Of the heart’s lens, soul’s resonance realized, perspective captured within the peripheral of one’s cognizance. What doesn’t escape the heart’s perception, could never evade the landscape of the soul’s breathless viewpoint, love’s sublime beauty beckoning your innermost. The sun, the moon, the stars, the heavens not of a galactic afar; reached tangible, within the contemplation of our optic succession. Flowers bloom, but yet leave room so one’s heart, can bask in the enlightened hue of life’s wondrous treasures. The poetic moments that won’t escape, but become a heart’s-scape. What profoundly texturizes the soul, as its delight peers through the lens of a captivated heart. Heartfelt moments that define, love’s pastel petals so fine, through the lens of an artistic divine. Life’s intuitive collage, silencing chaos’ counterintuitive barrage. Leaving only love’s gaze, caught within the perceptive breadth of your soul’s breathtaking exhale!

*** This post, a collage of some of the photos my heart has captured this year with my phone, while traversing the downtown streets of my vibrant city, along with a poetic prose to give them a voice! Hope you enjoyed them!

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