Tag: Inspiration

Sometimes’ not Always!

Sometimes, we doubt ourselves, think that we’re not enough, but, when we don’t question our resilience. Always, our resolve will let us know, sufficient strength makes it enough. Sometimes, we believe our heart won’t reach new heights, but, even with broken wings, the soul can still soar. Sometimes, we find our heart in an unknown place, the soul in a vulnerable state. Searching the heart, surely you will find, it’s the place your soul needed to be, so your heart can become. Sometimes, when we look in the mirror, we don’t recognize the person inside. But, when we realize it’s the reflection, that Always allow the opportunity to change your perspective, not someone else’s perception. Sometimes, we’re a bit unsure, a little insecure. So, we mask our feelings, take captive our thoughts. Let our heart walk a lonely path, through valleys with shadows, of the past. But, being sure of your purpose, takes your heart to the most secure place. Where your soul becomes tethered, to love not fear. Sometimes, it seems we’re losing our humanity, but, even when it seems all hope is lost. Love, is Always there in the midst, waiting to build back our faith. Sometimes, circumstances take your breath, but seasons change. Like how autumn’s hue, gives the soul a colorful reason to again discover, life’s breathtaking moments. Sometimes, life feels like a merry go round, other times, you feel like the conqueror of mountains. Every day, rise up and be unafraid to live your best life, again and again. Sometimes, we think our flaws could never make us beautiful, so we cover them up, thinking you’re the only heart with blemishes. But, when we know how to see inner beauty, we see flawed Sometimes, can’t define what the lens of love makes perfect. The imperfections within the heart and soul, love makes our flaws yet not be, Always!

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Two-Factor Authentication; Poetry’s Escape!

The Release!

Listen, poetry has a sound, some lyrical, some so magical; it enchants mind, heart, soul. Poetry has a voice, has a message, has meaning, it has sway. Don’t say no way, I’ve heard it with my own heart, it would never play my soul. Behold, it’s at the door, rat-tat-tat, at the threshold becomes your heartbeat, lup-dup. At the tip of your soul, it becomes bold, to let words take hold, with stories to be told. Listen intently, poetry speaks, to let the soul breathe. Every profound release, provokes emotion, invokes devotion, evokes revelation. Don’t suppress it, don’t second guess it, let it be… free. Love’s eclectic vibe, let it ooze, let it choose, you as its poetic muse. Open the heart, unshackle the soul, penned words released, facilitates poetry’s escape!

Love’s Fount!

There’s an endless fount, the water so refreshing, overflow spills. The nuance stills, the love fills, my peace the overwhelming chills. My bones come alive, sounds of music thrills. Words never at a loss, like an inked quill, fount within my soul cascades. Breathless, speechless, my heart pours within the reign. In the depth of my soul, the silent river runs deep, deeper than words could show. The stillness grows, my heart utters no peep. Deep in love my soul sleep, in sweet dreams my hopes keep. Every day, breathtaking another dawn, the fount welling up within me. Poetry in motion, makes my heart swell, my breath reveal the tell; my love can’t unring the bell. My fount, it is well, in my soul!

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Wednesday Proverb; Somebody!

Everyone, has a story written on the heart, how love’s journey became the breadth. No one narrates the soliloquy, the Who, the What, the Where, the When, the Why; you get to be somebody. Don’t, let your heart buy into the notion, in order to become somebody; your tale has to be worthwhile. In a mirror, reflections reveal truth; identity is context, not the pretext. What someone believes, can deceive, if your heart receives, what they conceive. Money doesn’t proclaim, status in of itself doesn’t make, you into somebody. Those will enhance, what the heart’s posture makes known, your humanity. Knowing Who, and Why, more profound than accepting someone else’s perception. Like the rushing wind, no one has the power to alter, a predestined encounter. I don’t have to look in the dictionary, to know the definition of somebody. If you have eyes, have a brain, have breath in your lungs, if you have a heartbeat, have blood coursing through your veins, by definition; you have meaning, somebody. Love within like this, never has to prove anything, to be something, other than the best version of yourself. In being visible, Who is revealed, you. What, somebody. When, every day. Where, here and now. Appearances can’t define worth, ever divulge your quintessence, explain the proverbial Why; does somebody become, when intrinsically and inevitably you are, Somebody!

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The Poetry Within!

Let poetry speak, let it have meaning, beyond the narrative. Let it inspire, let it move, let it provoke. In its creativity, with its positivity, it will captivate. Thus, poetry is. It doesn’t need your mojo, not swayed by the back and forth, within your mind. No, no, poetry doesn’t need swagger, for words to matter. When pen and paper collaborate, poetic hues extrapolate, spoken word elaborate, elevated prose levitate. Poetry’s quintessence, leaves no room for debate. A poet’s heart, has only one intent, inked words in a rhythmical flow. The soul’s poetic muse, the heart’s most profound soliloquy, verses in reverse. The most telling poems, leaves you something to ponder, over and over. Poetry paints a story, love abstracts the meaning. When time and space collide, composition become. Though like moves, love what leaves an impression. Heart and soul synchronically inclined, poetry rhythmically refined. Words are never silenced, when love speaks. Within the poetry, breadth becomes… more than words!

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Even, I Breathe!

Love, gives my soul the space, the time between every breath, let it be my oxygen. Early I learned, how to escape to it, in plain sight my silent hideaway. To it, I anchored my soul, trained my heart how to be consistent. And when, breathing became introverted, was my saving grace. Even when, the day takes my heart to a darkened path, unknown hovering like a toxic cloud. I didn’t hold my breath, I exhaled. Even if, life rocks me to my core, tried to take the wind from my sails, love became the breadth. One breath at a time, I breathed… in love. Even in, moments when my heart was gasping, trying to be. I look within, to see if my soul is still content living, one day at a time? Even though, breathing becomes heavy sometimes, knowing how to get the weight off my soul, helps my heart breathe easier. Even now, with the death of a child, my wife’s health, needing my heartstrings to be a lifeline, to keep her heart from drowning. The struggle, isn’t really about breathing even, but choosing to breathe, because love taught me how. Old habits die, when the heart empowers your soul to live, every day; anchored breathlessly!

Thank God, I can… Even!

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Wednesday Proverb; Anchored!

Be anchored, hopes and dreams, unfastened from fear’s hold, reveals itself as destiny. A soul freed from life’s burdensome shackles, a heart beating freedom’s drum. It’s working, even though we may not see it; the sun, moon, and stars, elevate our revolving perception. A love that’s stirred, a love that’s deep, a love that’s wide, a love that’s sweet, a love that’s breathtaking. Escapes the soul, into the atmosphere, from within a heart anchored by the truth, there’s no fear in love. The manifested witness, knowing love’s unfailing strength, what tethers both heart and soul. The bonds of our humanity, never becomes severed, when love tugs on the heartstrings. Looking, for an anchoring solution, outside of love is irrelevant. Love is, the anchor to deepen every relative existence. Even, a light that’s dimly burning, still love able to shine for a lifetime, if even a flicker of light. A lantern anchored, needs only love to keep the wick lit, the light shining. It’s really that simple. As simple as a proverbial candle, symbolizing love and hope, in times of overwhelming pain. Love’s simplicity, with attached kindness, acts as a profound connection, giving love the ability to become. A heart secured, the soul tethered, anchored deeply in love!

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A Love Story; Two Hearts!

Her love stepped into my world, my soul caught a glimpse, the silhouette of her essence. Her inner beauty, even from a distance, her presence swayed me, captured my heart, held my gaze. I didn’t know her heart, but captivated was I. Sweet lady, what my love called her. It was a busy scene, and when I thought I had lost her to another, her love whispered softly, and blew my mind. This Cinderella, must have known my intentions, know your quintessence, but instead you stole my heart. She play hard to get, wouldn’t get my heart back. Even though my love was shy, her hold yet so bold, the half not yet told. How she took me by the heart, and made us one with love’s endless waltz, to our I do. Breathless, two hearts in twine, I whispered my heart is thine, your love is so divine. Lovey lady, rest your head on my shoulders, your love is already on my heart. Her passion, the strength of her presence, slow dancing with my heart and soul, into the wee hours of my enchanted world!

Five minutes to midnight, the mood is right, slow dancing by candlelight, under the moon night. I felt it inside of me, there’s something going on, the feelings too strong to question, feels too good to be wrong. Neither one of us, not knowing how to say goodbye. Cinderella, the glass is half full, your love makes my outlook sparkle. I will not make the love slip through my heart, or be eclipse by the twilight. In the midnight hour, your love shimmers like the star you are. You have my heart on a mission, keep finding your love again and again, in my forevermore. Your love is candy, sweet drops of honey. Your smile, lights up the sky, glows in the starlight. Why wish on a thousand stars, my soul is convinced, heaven has sent you to be, my shining star. Hand in hand, barefoot along the sands of time. Your love will make me, better than I was, more than I am. It’s a perfect fit, the day your love slipped into my heart. The moment, your beauty penetrated my soul, and I became whole. Making this a timeless love story; two hearts, in no fairytale, living in an endless love!

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The Optimist’s Quote!

A true optimist says with confidence, I will live today, with an open hand. Begin every tomorrow, with an open mind. Live life graciously, with an open heart. My open hand will reveal, what others need to see. My open mind will convey, I’m open to the consideration. My wide open heart, what sways my hand and mind, to never be closed minded. Openness, doesn’t need my optimism to become, just needs my love to be… true. A heart chasing butterflies, beholds love’s eclectic beauty. Profound love, revealed in openness’s commitment to be…. transparent. Regardless of open wounds, despite whatever circumstances the heart and soul will endure. Optimistic love, thrives in its transcendent openness. Open ended love, never questions the what, the how, the why. What would it leave itself wide open, why does it encourage us to let it be the reason, how does it become the answer? Love is the true optimist, why our hearts quote it, with such confidence!

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Wednesday Proverb; Intentionally!

Whenever, you feel your mind racing, and it seems you’re in a race against time, hoping you will prevail. When, we know how to intentionally steady our soul, lace up the heartstrings, to stop tripping over our hopes and dreams. The breadth therein, will equip the breath within our soul. Love makes the heart race, not to show will power, but to display its strength. Intentionality, will always outpace deficiencies. In every race, speed is subjective, to give every moment its own perspective, to be reflective. Sometimes, the opponent is our insecurity, or a sprint trying to beat our own negativity to the finish line. Intentional actions, incentives, a positive result. Some days, we prepare for a marathon, a life well lived, will have to overcome a lifetime of obstacles. If we don’t view them as barriers, but an opportunity to shine, the soul thrives. Living intentionally, produces an inspiring story; picture it, frame it, let your legacy show it. Spiritually balanced living, empowers heart and soul, to be an overcomer. Every heart, has a proverbial blind spot, but when the peripheral lens is our shortcomings, missteps won’t define our humanity. Faith becomes resilient, not because of mind over matter, but because the heart intentionally, enables it to matter!

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