Does what you see on the outside, through the lens of your own heart; enough to figure me out? Are my actions distinct, noticeable? Or only notable, through telltale signs? May my heart truly paint the picture, tell a true love story. May it be more than just a noted tale, but the sign; of a heart forever changed? Perhaps like others, you feel the need to put my heart in a box; then label it… fragile, too easy to break. So many have tried to figure me out, analyze my heart. Yes, to know me requires a bit more Action, on your part. The human brain is complex, and I am a very complexed individual. A man made, not a made man; by anyone else’s standards. I try to not let my heart, be just another G.I. (Good Individual). Just another Joe, just another action figure; with a plastic smile. We sometimes have to fight wars, but I never rely on my own strength; to win each battle!
Here‘s the fun side, and you all know this; “everybody likes Kung fu fighting.” Well, when I say everybody; I mean me, myself, and I do. Bruce… Lee… was… the… best, always… lots… of… action; the kicks were fast as lightning. Even though there was a pause… between the words, and the lips moving; the Action was on point, ha. How about that Buzz Lightyear, always going… beyond; a true action figure. That’s right, I’m an Action guy. Okay, I admit, at times; there’s drama being played… out in my house. Yeah, I’m not ashamed to say; I’ve watched my share of the proverbial; “chick flick.” But the strangest thing, at times I’ve had to turn away; “whenever something got in my eye.” As a man, it’s not always easy; to understand the true mysteries of the heart. But that will never stop this man of Action, from trying to get to the heart; of what truly matters. I am not on a quest, to find a lost relic. This is about a chase after, that which is truly forever. To discover, I have to Ask, have to Seek; Knock… down every vain imagination. To discover the truth, about who I truly am? What I have found, a treasure. A precious love, near and dear to my heart!
Sometimes, the O.C.D wants to jump in, with one intention. To mix it up, with the more responsible side of my heart. Leaving the heart desperate, trying to figure out; is it Me, Myself, or I… don’t know? One thing my heart does know, the culprit; however unlikely the suspect, must be the cause… Sherlock. They say Actions, sometimes speak louder than words; but please don’t get it twisted. Seeing what you think you see, that will still never be enough; to figure out this peculiar soul. A man trying to love absolute. So riddle me this; “what therefore is absolute? If the love within, is not based on the absolute truth?” I tell you, if the absolute truth is not part of each Action; then the act itself, therefore becomes meaningless. So let me be absolutely clear, so my words are not lost in the translation; from heart to mouth. This day, and every single day thereafter. I freely give love, and try to do so; wholeheartedly.
All my life, I’ve tried to be good. Held my tongue, so God’s love could hold my heart… close. Go figure, this once silent river. Has been chosen, a heart called… into Action; for such a time as this. My heart has seen a lot, but some things; my heart can no longer ignore. Others can question my Actions, have an issue wIth my faulty heart; but no one will be able, to judge my soul. Buy my silence, steal my voice. My words will never be a beat down, just a how to… build up. I may not be able to leap tall buildings, but my faith; can ever be bound. By a two-sided label, or put into a cute little box. Action, is not just about being a hero; but how to be a true Action Figure. With a heart made to be authentic, not molded by an ever changing standard. Solidified, within a plastic facade!
SweeTie, can I trouble you for just a second? Now when I say a second, I truly mean; forever. I want to trouble your heart, stir up your soul. Can I do it… everyday, how about for a thousand years? Okay, okay; that’s pretty presumptuous of me, lets just make it forever? Now I must warn you, I AM… a handful; Two… to be exact. My heart is complicated. It requires a true understanding; Upper case, lower case? Now, I’m not asking you to figure out my heart? Many have tried, but they just ended up getting frustrated; they just didn’t get me. You know the positioning of my heart, it’s a heart forever shifted. Others thought they could just put my heart into a box, and just write me off… as done. Square peg, round hole; doesn’t even apply. To know my heart, you have to think outside the box!
Now girl, I must confess; I’ve been called Trouble, Capital. Maybe once or twice, okay; maybe a couple of hundred times. Woman, please don’t ever let that trouble you. If that kind of talking, totally shifts the narrative; “you can’t take a funny man seriously.” That’s a case of another T, Talking points. Control, ALT, Del; whatever others say about me. Girl, I just want to see you smile; with my humorous expressions. It’s never just tongue and cheek, whenever I say; I Will Love You Forever. I know that my kind of love, is rubbing off on you. Your love has become Big Trouble, for my heart. Your love is TOUCHING, SHIFTING; MOVING. The LOVE felt, yeah; ALL CAPS. If a sticky key seems a bit dirty? Let the compressed air… exhale. Let every breath of your love, blow my mind!
Wait, hold up, backspace. This part needs to be Underscored, This_Love_Is_Forever! Girl, please don’t worry; about how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into? You had your chance to Escape, but it seems the Control… button; didn’t work. Case closed, this love; has a hold on your heart. Fill my heart with your charm, it’s sure to be a case of love itiss; and I would never try to fight it. I know I can be a jokester, a prankster; a funny man. But at the end of the day, my heart will surely be no trouble. Your love has helped, to turn a once troubled heart; into a lower case t (thankful_from the bottom of my heart). This is not a mistake… n identity, I know who I am. When we met, I was young, maybe a bit naive; and you were, My Sweet Sixteen!
Woman, when you agreed to marry, you surely must have known; I was going to be a handful, “a.k.e Trouble?” Baby love, you must have known, my kind of love; was spelt with an Upper case T? No need to call me a fool, I’m not that mister T. But you can surely pity this fool, who’s still in love with you. The smartest thing I ever did, was marrying you; and promise you forever. You were never a fool, to ever say yes. Don’t ever let this love, be about the case of the T. Whether lower case, or if sometimes stuck too long; in the Upper case. My only intention, to be the endless trouble for your heart; how about forever? If my words, ever cut deep. Big Trouble, for my heart; knowing that I forgot, to remove the Cap Lock. Why I forever choose, to think before my heart speaks. I don’t want a lowercase word, to become a case of concern; for your heart. Go ahead, call me TROUBLE; all caps, full stop. I may tend to put tongue in cheek, but all joking aside. May, the Case of the T; truly mean TOGETHER, Forever!
Let me speak loud, let me be very clear; I’m about to flip the script, I’m about to tell you what’s up. So, don’t think this is just another microphone; it’s a magic mic. Tap on my heart, give me a little feedback; how does the magic mic resonate? Is this on… point, turn it up, turn it up; mic check one two. Does it seem like it’s plugged in, I definitely know that I’m plugged in; to the power source, batteries not included. How else, can I truly give you; the very best of my heart? The sound quality that permeates within, absolutely paramount. The amped up reverb, the instrument that drives my soul; with a musical sound. The love that I have found, a love that resounds. To feel the richness, to hear every single one of your heartbeat. You need to experience love, in true HD surround sound. Tap on your heart mic, sound check one two!
Woot woot, party people; the magic mic show, is a wonderful place to be. The Rhythm Is Going to Get You, WCR; is the MC on the mic. I’m going to try to move you, with the rhythm and the rhyme. Don’t be surprised, if you feel like moving to the groove; All Night Long, at the magic mic house party. I’m going to turn up the bass, you can go ahead and pump up the jam. Let The Music Play, if that’s how you get down; at your own house party!
Amp it up, let the mic transmit some sweet soulful sound. A mic is a finely tuned instrument, that converts sound waves; into electrical energy variation. Good Vibrations, producing a sweet sensation. All you WordPress MC’s, when you get on the mic; there’s no need to brag or boast. Be a truly gracious host, with a soothing loving tone. Say it loud, but say it clear; if you truly want to be heard. The magic mic party is where you go, if you want to get down!
DJ, drop the beat; my heart wants to spit a verse, this is a magic mic party. “Dim sum, some days you eat some. You laugh some, you cry some. You win some, you lose some. Sometimes you have to beg sum, at times you borrow sum; just know how to give some. When you count the sum, when you add and subtract the sum. You realize the true undeniable Sum of; Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound!” What else is there to say, this is the end of the magic mic show. If you didn’t know, now you know; 🎤 drop, that’s a rap!
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