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Family, We Are!

Unconditional love, reveals itself in the best of times, even in the worst of times, especially in times of need; for we are. It doesn’t matter, if our hearts are the nearest, if love given the dearest. We, could never be people divided, if hearts connected, souls living in harmony. Prospering together, united forever, heartfelt humanity. As brothers, as sisters, as kindred spirits; sharing our hearts, our hopes, our love story being our bond, to infinity and beyond. Family, not about eyes wide open to see, but one’s heart, not closed off to perceive, letting the heart receive. True love, never needs a reason to be, just the desire to cleave. Heirs, and joint heirs, hearts giving the best of. Differences, doesn’t make our perception unique, it just makes our perspective indicative, of who we are deep down. Family, lift each other up, stand in the gap, to be a pillar of strength, hence. Sheath tolerance, and love will surely wield expectance. “If pricked, shall not one’s heart bleed? If tickled, shall one’s soul, not laugh out loud?” Live long and prosper, together; not a figment of science fiction, but love’s noble quest, where togetherness boldly goes!

Family; people, or group of peoples, regarded as deriving from a common race; human. An extended hand, is a heart, extended!

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Island and Streams!

In the middle of life’s journey, island, and streams. Where, silent rivers run deep, traversing the breadth therein, along the sands of time. My island, submerged within the midst of love’s deepest ocean. Its unfathomable depth, lies deep within a peace I’ve come to know. A place, my soul calls home, a love my heart hones. Love’s quiet streams, cascading gracefully, flowing deeply. Warm tropical islands, breathless shores, footprints in the sand, hand in hand. Love carries, breath sustains, gaze captures, by the beautiful riverside. Tender love is divine, its dedication sublime, stand the test of time. Islands and stream, no waves in-between, for love casts its reprieve. Hearts relying on each other, one heart to another, holding its word, sailing love’s horizon. When moments seem, coraled stream’s edge, jagged water’s ridge, never deserted island’s pledge. An island with everything, still nothing if you’ve got no one, to make its streams become something, refreshing. So, row, row, row love’s boat gently down the stream, merrily it finds hopes and dreams. A heart, not letting its soul lose sight of what matters, what deepens life, broaden one’s intuitive sea; beyond islands, within streams!

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Humorous Muse; Heart and the String!

Some hearts assume, a man deep in love doesn’t relish the moments, his better half tugs his heartstrings like a breathless cello, hello. Making some needlessly presume, she’s behind the scenes pulling his strings. Oh, but here’s the thing, a devoted man inherently, loves his significant other becoming a trusted composer, his heart forever being her muse. A heart with no strings, love not tethered to anything, echoing the depth of love’s heartfelt thing. Words having such a harmonious ring, till death I do, tether my string. And so, it’s never a bother; rather, a secure man feels elated, knowing her love cares enough to want, to strum his heart like no other. As for me and my heart, for four decades the same woman has been tugging my strings. Sometimes, as men software can lag, and insecure men just want to brag and boast. How their love is the most, and another would never be allowed to pull their string. But tell me, what joy does it bring, if a heart’s violin didn’t have strings? You see, every man needs to know, her love is so instrumental, for years to make his soul’s acoustics sing. Men, the symphonic rhythm of her love, orchestrates the conditions, to be swayed by our love’s rendition. A woman, would gladly give up all the bling, to know, for her your heart still has a thing. No heart, desires a puppet on a string; have the genuine love thang, with the most beautiful southern twang. Heart on a string, it’s absolutely a thing; love pulls you in, ask of you to lean in. And even, when words Sting, like a bee, or the man with the legendary music thing; “Fields of Gold.” Wherewith, promises are never made lightly, of heartstrings strung together, finding the common thing is this. Be hearts bound by three stranded string, what makes the love thing become a stronger cling. Sharing is caring, but baring is daring, to put your soul on the line; Heart, and String!

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Motivation’s Sway; Who Are You?

Who are you, when no one’s looking? Does your heart, try to see what your soul can get away with? Do you break promises, not caring if it will break someone’s hopes, dreams? Do you get mad, when things don’t go your way, abandoning someone else’s feelings, to elevate your own? Who are you, under the cover of darkness? Does your light shine profoundly, or flicker intermittently, not realizing your heart can become someone’s lighthouse, within their darkest moment. Do you perceive, because you have tasted bitterness, it’s your heart’s prerogative to let others get a taste, of all the bitter bottled inside? Who’s to say, they don’t drink their own portion, daily? Who are you, when life tests your resolve, pulls heart and soul in two different directions? Do you hold it together, trying not to seem weak, or allow yourself to be held, in love’s embrace? Who do you become, when storms beat without remorse, against your heart’s beliefs? Do you throw your humanity out the window, bolt the door of your heart, hoping it will restrain the flood of emotions? Instead, let your heart make way, your soul emboldened by love’s sway, to be true. So, what will be revealed, when your heart is undressed, and bares your soul? Will the motivation be, emanating love’s enduring truth, with the grace that it affords, through the beauty of its unwavering hue?  Jan 27, 2025

Revisited: Soul Food!

Attentive love, easy on the heart, warm to its touch, sautéd tastefully with its holistic simplicity. Essence enriched, dished abundantly, served wholeheartedly. Soul food, full of compassion, filled with appreciation, seasoned with gratitude, marinated in deep affection. Even with just a hint of admiration, gives it the right amount of clarity. That your love’s language, food for the soul. But, why not kick it up a notch, add to it some; “je ne sais quoi,” something, indicative of your heart’s desire, emboldened by one’s spice for life. A hint of this, a pinch of that, adds to the allure of one’s love being, tasteful. A sense of needing, excites a heart in giving, best portion of themselves. An atmosphere of love’s aroma, will linger profoundly, resonates deeply. Guessing what works, quirks tainting the heartfelt appeal, one’s heart not in it. Soul food, not made with love, creates a tasteless stew, lacking its most critical element. Adding to it genuine trust, enhances the nature, the indulgence of love’s intentional ingredients. Love, not stirred with consistent awareness, a feeling of being burnt. Indifference, making the experience unappealing, the encounter hard to swallow. Even, in the midst of bitterness, day after day, set the table regardless. Line the heart with the fabric of love, and the ambiance will become the soul’s feast. A heart with room, indulges in seconds, what first impressions may have negated. Sharing your heart, feeding your soul; endearing. Truth be told, moments the soul holds, the heart being bold. Love served on a platter, never meant to flatter, but rather, feed one’s soul. A heart bland, its innermost likened to its batter, not sweetened with the rich extracts of love. Hearts content, skip through the meadows of life, famished feast on love’s sustenance, food for one’s soul! 

*** A post revisited, a rewrite of the original, shared Nov 1, 2021 New picture, new take, but nevertheless, food for the soul. *** If anyone is interested, this link is to the original post. Link to Soul Food: Nov 1, 2021

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Motivation’s Way; Love’s Constancy! 

Momentously, love is progressive, its nuances massive, its resilience never passive, its truth never aggressive. Vigilant love, an attentive soul willing to let their heart be a safe place. Keeping careful watch, not allowing the heart to drift into an indifferent space. As difficult as life can be, the most adversarial encounter a soul faces, confronting a procrastinating heart. Preoccupied to realize that indifference, lurks in the shadows with one intention, rob a heart of its humanity. Like a thief in the night, will infiltrate dreams, upend hopes. An observant heart, guarded with a watchful soul, ready to wield love’s endearing might. A soul equipped, with not just six senses, but every heart’s touched sensor, compassion. No heartbeat, should ever renounce its destiny, to be profound. Love’s constant vigilance, emboldens the heart’s benevolence, deepening the soul’s quintessence. So therefore, let your love’s vigilance be constant, your heart’s true benevolence be emboldened, to deepen your soul’s quintessence. Sometimes, it’s wise to retreat, momentarily, but never prudent to let your soul surrender, to apathy. A heart blinded, not open to the sWay, love’s constancy!

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My Heart, Spoken For!

My heart, has never claimed to be eloquent, what’s deep down, what needs to be evident, what’s spoken for be relevant. My soul, bound by its vow, my heart tethered to the know how, to be married to its conviction. The moment, my heart jumped the broom, my soul was groomed to make room. In a world, wanting to silence your voice. What they fail to understand, for many years, my voice lived deep within a silent river. Drowning breathlessly, in an introverted see, of what my heart perceived. When, a child realizes his father, refuses to acknowledge his worth, mother was too preoccupied with life. His heart, could have found itself lost, within the depth of the silence. But, my words reserved, to let my soul be preserved, my heart be deserved, of being spoken for. Not enough, could have been the narrative, but my heart found an alternative. The spirit inside, said my heart was so much more, than what hopelessness deceives. In the midst of life’s battles, within the valley of shadows, my heart didn’t fear the unknown. My soul, persevered within the trenches, my heart kept focused under fire. It’s been tested, now it’s vested. A heart not ashamed, to let the story be known, what has been fortified. Pictures my heart paints, texturized by what my soul knows, profoundly framed in the meaning of its portrayal. And now, the words my soul finds, bleeds inked from the bottom of my heart, revealing they’re spoken for. When, the trajectory of my story, could have been predictable. The worth I found deep within, made it tenable. Within the stillness of my soul, Love made it known, my heart, spoken for!

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Motivation’s Muse; Quilted Heart!

Love’s tapestry, stitched within the fabric of one’s soul, etched in the crevices of a quilted heart. A heart soft to the touch, willing to give so much. Materialized in its capacity, rugged in its tenacity, to never feel daunting in its simplicity, displaying love’s decorative hue. Its texture so colorful, its essence painting  the soul’s vibrant portrait, enhancing the most mundane of places. Quilted hearts, souls laid bare, love spread so profoundly it covers, multitude of spaces. Love’s layers, insulates the heart in so many ways. Heartstrings, tethered with what seems strands of rope, unparalleled likened to times of endearing hope, hearts bound in humanity. Garmented admiration, souls cut from the same cloth. In moments of need, hearts draped in love’s affection. By design, warmth and comfort becoming its most enduring quality. Love, not meant to be a leisure activity, an intentional necessity, gifted freely. Quilted love, hearts knitted together, allowing love’s motivation to become… quintessential!

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On My Way to Heaven!

On my way to heaven, my heart met an angel, traversing time, in between our soul’s existence, love’s deepest breadth revealed. Thirty eight years, feels like a thousand, on our way to forever. Within her care, my heart in no haste, resting deep within love’s embrace. Trying to find, hoping to become, what my love needed to be, deeply enlightened. You see, heaven is my destiny, but before my soul journey’s there. This angel’s love, my soul’s mate, sent to search my heart, test my love’s resolve. My soul, wouldn’t dare claim, her heart doesn’t have wings. In my heart of hearts, her love takes flight, takes my love to new heights. My breath, doesn’t have to hold tight, deep in my soul this feels right. Love heaven sent, be a lifetime spent, knowing love heartfelt. Her heart’s angelic verb, likened to love’s healing herb. Her love a song, harped rhythmically felt strong. Love’s beauty capturing your gaze, its sway moving you all your days. Heaven, doesn’t seem a far off place, your heart totally eclipsed by the light of its hue. In her reflection, glimpsed the keeper of the stars. In between here, and eternity; lived, loved, discovered angels are real. Traversing the way of love’s celestial plane, my soul had an encounter. On my way to heaven, my heart, met an angel!

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