Tag: Life

She is, More than… 

Fragments, even within fragments of life’s story, the breadth of her worth remains untold. Broken, even when she’s found absolutely broken, her heart refuses to be, perceived less of. Pieces, even when she feels in shattered pieces, she’s never beside herself. Looking at what was, but what has become, of her heart’s resilience. Burst, even if her reign burst into tears, her love is never depleted. When her heart swells, she draws from the well, to replenish her soul. Torn, even if the day’s battle tore her heart to shreds, she goes to bed vowing. Tomorrow, even if her soul’s in tatters, she will rise up again like a warrior, with whatever strength her love can wield. Unravel, even if her world seems to be unraveling, don’t underestimate her courage, to tie a bow in it, and look fabulous at the same time. Fear of the unknown, will never make her unyielding love, be less than. Crushed, even if the weight she carries, leaves her feeling crushed, she will never throw in the towel. With love in her corner, ring the bell, her love is her tell. Even if, it’s round thirty of one hundred, she will never give up, nevertheless. Brokenness, will never refine, what it can’t define, the beauty within. And as such, She is, More than… what you perceive!

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Into the River!

Into the deep, the heart to keep, love flowing like a river. A drowning soul doesn’t need rescued, every heart needing to drown, drown, drown; drown in love’s river. Leave troubles behind, unburdening soul of its veil. Sailing away the blues, no and’s, if’s, or’s will ever be needed to use. Within the submersion of love’s river, the soul emerges poetically versed, persuaded forever by its muse. The heart immersed within the melody of love’s rhythm, avoids life’s pointless schisms, a soul not easily swayed by depth-less isms. Many bridges of rivers to cross, what love builds over-seas. Come to its sure, crawl, walk, run; jump into the river. Don’t worry about shivers, coldest hearts find warmth, in a deep river. Sink or swim, love doesn’t act on a whim, but overflows, it will; a soul filled beyond the brim. Everybody needs love, but the deepest kind only found, found, found; found breathless, within the deepest place of the river!

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AuGust!

Awe gust, air breathed a must, hurts brushed off the heart a must, keeps the mind from collecting dust. So that, tears won’t leave the soul, with unwanted rust. Life, can cause such unnecessary fuss, and sometimes, you just don’t know who to trust? But sometimes, that’s how life goes, walking tippy-toes. But those, Awe, the gust, the wind chimes, serenades of nature’s muse. Love’s melodies, blowing the mind to find, there’s still mountains to climb. Summertime, Awe, gust of its breathless sublime. The soul basking in the sun, sipping, heart skipping, having fun, jumping in the river. Oceans deep, oh, how sweetly love keeps, the soul from losing sleep. Under the moonlight, the night shines bright, holding the starlight in place. Sleepless nights, an excuse for love, to take the heart on a twilight stroll. Awe, gust of its ease, soul moved by love’s gentle breeze. What the moment sees, breathtaking  how it will seize, sway you with love’s enlightened breadth. Awe, gust of its calm, captivating with the beauty of its charm. AuGust, eighth wonder of the year, love gives you its cheer. Not for what the heart gets to see, but what becomes of thee. Knowing how to live free, within the reign of love’s majestic glee!

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It’s Happening!

It’s happening, of such importance, it’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s felt, has its own atmospheric context, for it moves; happening. Oxygenating, how much is expelled, only time will tell. On things is for sure, it makes the heart swell, the soul drawing from its well. If, passion’s rendered infectious, therefore, happiness must surely be contagious. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist, to understand the gravity of its essence. It’s happening, nothing can erase its existence, can change its nature, can stop it from becoming, restrain the supremacy of its reason. It’s happening, power can’t refuse its will, cold vapor can’t refute its chill. Expressions of it exhibitory means, confessions of the heart’s inherent needs. Lungs divulge its truth, lips indulge its use, its continuum never suppressed. It happens, regardless of speech, nevertheless of thought. It lives in heartbeats, escapes into daydreams. Will do what it does, under your nose. It roams the night, exist in plain sight, resist being held tight. Its presence seeps, its worth keeps. Proving, in the here and now, it’s happening; breath is taken, so breathe!

The Script; Peace’s Sure!

Peace’s deep inner sure, the place where the yearning soul, encounters the depth of love’s provision, the heart breathing in the breadth of its divine tranquility. When the rain falls, the snow cascades, soul’s innermost hidden, within the gravity of heaven’s reign, soaking in the droplets of its dew. Watering the earth, yet at the same time, the soul nourished, the heart flourishing. Planted seeds, yielding its bounty, what the bread of heaven provides. The rhema of faith’s substance, hovering within the surety of love’s peaceful sure. Proclaiming the empowerment, never returning void of its existence. Love and peace, accomplishes it desired outcome, will achieve its predestined purpose. That just needing one’s heartfelt belief, be the catalyst of its intent. The soul knowing its joyous allure, a heart endowed with love’s confidence. Mountains and hills singing its melody, forest yields its sway, valleys of life giving its due. To a soul living securely within love’s heavenly sure, a heart not relying on momentary bliss. But knowing peace’s sure, is forever girding love’s assurance, found within the pages of love’s script, the essence of its peace filled sure! Isaiah 55: 10-13 NIV

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More than This!

More than breadth, beyond deepest depth, life is, moments are, time gives, perspective matters. Heart tattered, soul bruises and battered, mind scattered. More than words, found tears, found fears, hope is never lost. Within pain, within hurt, within loss, within anxiety, deep breath purges. More than moving, more than proving, the offering; more than words. A breathtaking deed, a beautiful creed, heartfelt glee; the sacrifice. Right here, right now, always, forever. Endless stream pouring, deep river overflowing, an overwhelming ocean. This is, part of living, imparted giving, more than breathing. A lifestyle, a lifetime’s encounter. In the madness, despite the chaos. Its little might, does the heart right, the soul’s outlook bright. More than these, Love is, More than this!

Life’s Quote;

With a reference point realignment, enlightenment provides life’s greater understanding, of love’s gift to heart and soul!

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Droplets!

Droplets, that drenches the heart, drowns the soul. Awakening life’s moments, with the sound of morning melodies. Droplets of heaven’s dew, resting breathlessly on the morning’s hue, precipitated breadth of dawn’s moistened excess. Droplets of love’s purity, of its clarity, of its divine fluidity. Overflowing, overwhelming, life’s complacent levees. Rainy days, misty moments, seeping from within, droplets of hope, of dreams. And, for those hearts loving wide open, a soul bared unfettered. Knowing more than this, lies beyond the mist. Living, out one’s ornate purpose, ones spirit basking in the tenor of, love’s beautiful reign!

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Vowed!

Solemnly, vow deepens breadth of time, moments a heart never lets slip, through the transparency of hour’s glass. In to me it sees, out of actions it knows, commitment will make it my solemn truth. Deeply, vowed depth transcends. Not space, nor time can eclipse what’s at hand. The sublime significance of its kind, the soul so inclined, to never relinquish heartfelt moments in time. Profoundly, love’s assurance, never says there won’t be stumbles, the unintended fumble, the occasional grumble, days with deep within rumbles, souls needing to be fed. Beyond falling, in love; love’s endearing momentum should always, make the butterflies tumble. Sincerely, the moment the pledge is given, love states clearly, but the heart still needs to act. Letting it be known, it’s not a one-off encounter, but pledge of one’s heart, a lifetime of love’s endless glimpses. A racing heart stopped, with a gaze into one’s soul. Avowed love, meaningless if not true, pointless if not enacted. Two hearts momentous journey, to their one heartbeat’s forevermore!

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Confetti’s Hue!

If, rose petals laid bare, scented with love’s sweet crimson hue, be likened to colorful butterflies, fluttering one’s heart like confetti, moving to the innermost? Would it feel like pops of color, organic strips of joy’s allure, painting a portrait of love, enhanced by the breadth of its charm? What if, brightly colored bits of love, pierced through the veil of indifference, would its perception be changed? Love’s celebratory triumph, in its wondrous expression, breathless streams of its hues. Its festive nature, shedding the narrative, love on its own could never shift, the state one’s point of view? ish like tones, never indicative of love’s intrinsic characteristics. When life falls apart, broken moments don’t define, what its nuances empower, worth that can’t be denied. Bottled up feelings, releasing bursts of emotion, but with love in the air. Become moments in life, enriched by love’s innate ability, the aspects of its fertility. Droplets of its essence, its beautiful hue cascading, like confetti!

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Wednesday Proverb; Peace Be!

Peace will be, a soul hoping for it, so shall it be. Peace be given, a heart seeking for it, that shall it find. Peace becoming one’s innermost, daily knocking at the door of the heart, its nuance received in kind; imparted peace of mind. Hindsight in its twenty, twenty, the enlightenment of its lifeblood, the sustenance in its assurance. Times of peace, moments emboldened by love’s outspoken soliloquy, resonating within nature of its intrinsic calm. Not allowing careless whispers, make one’s soul become a callused heart. Love’s enduring peace, doesn’t intervene with intent to overwhelm; interject to display its beauty. Its serene hush, its endearing might, found within its gentle embrace. Finding its stillness, knowing its serenity. For when, tears flow in quiet streams, but in the heart’s peaceful sure. The sands of time, slip the soul into its rest, anchored within love’s tranquil river. In its quietness, a change in one’s perspective, in one’s perception; peace in one’s heart, in one’s life. So, with its subtle sway, quintessential becomes its breadth; the realization of inner peace. How, does peace become, will forever be? To let it be, be still to know its, quintessence!

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