Tag: Motivational

Of its Blossoming Hue!

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Of how it perpetually fills, butterflies traversing heart’s tumbling thrills. Its hills alive, echoing the sound of love’s breathless melody. Mountains yielding one’s soul ever-rest, heart of a warrior doing its best. Never needing tip toe, just let faith conquer life’s unbeatable foe, with the strength of love’s poetic sway. Fear giving way, to the breadth of its glorious sublime, time after time. One’s joy nourishing, one’s confidence flourishing. Heart and soul relishing love’s nurturing need, never needing to act coy. Beautiful springs, cascading falls, flowing of love’s tranquil river. A sliver of its nature, flowery essence of its beauty. Picturesque lilies drenched in its substance, hovering deep places. Bellowing seas, blossoming trees, colored leaves, fragrant ever-needs, favorite things made of these. Fresh herbs, loving verbs, passionate nerds, love’s gentleness never left perturbed. Enveloped compassion, developed passion, love’s confident expression. Pathway to empowerment, illuminated journey way of encouragement, life’s paralleled gateway to enlightenment. Love gifts the soul, beauty wrapped in a bow, kept close to one’s heart. Treasured nuances of its meaning, love presenting itself as its most meaningful offering; muse of its blossoming hue! 

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His and Hers!

Love, had as my words ever made it seem, it’s all about me? Has it ever seemed, I’ve been able to do it all by myself, when you make me a better man? Oh love, whisper it quietly to my soul, as not shatter once a vulnerable ego. Have it ever seemed, my heart could ever do it on its own, fathom the innermost of love’s deepest depths? Years will teach one’s soul, hearts incline love will refine, his and hers to define. Passion never counts the cost, lost in love’s overwhelming sway. Love’s thirst, his and hers soul quenched, even of its bittersweet yet passionate honey nectar. Tangibly love breathes of his and hers being, of tethered hearts gasping breathless. Hearts breathing in tandem, navigating cycles of life. Pedals of progression, of petals laid bare of love’s heartfelt expression. Matching souls in twine, love sipped like fine wine, poured for his and her’s to savor. Love, let my soul not waste the moments, what affords one’s heart to taste its divine richness; marination of his and her’s wholehearted devotion. His and hers hearts embroidered, of love’s tattooed ink. Seeping in places, overflowing into spaces, behoving love’s breathtaking accessibility; being of his and hers matching hearts! 

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Joy’s Unapologetic Confidence! 

Unapologetically, My Joy is so confident in knowing it’s okay to be endearingly vulnerable, laughing out loud. Joy does compel, won’t ever yell, has a distinct tell; the heart does swell, with every dip into the well. When I lay my soul down at night, Joy says lovely, sleep tight. So awaken my heart won’t lose sight, love emboldens overcoming might. In the morning, when I rise my soul wipes the sleep from my heart, and gaze upon love’s sublime beauty, my Joy. Oh my soul, can’t help but to kiss upon my delight, ever so tender. My heart, anticipating the moment to feel beautifully, Joy smiles with me. Love’s virtuous hue showing your soul so much warmth. In your darkest moment, Joy’s there hovering within the shadows, shining radiantly in the hollows, glistening in the peripheral of your heart like a shining star. Before my soul knows it, my heart runs to Joy’s embrace. When my heart feels lonely, my soul knows Joy only; profoundly enlightens the mood. Fear for tears, Joy saying; shout, let it all out. Let me take you by the heart, walk with you, talk with you. Love, oh love, quiet my heart, my soul needs Joy to know, I’m listening. For Joy’s small still whispers, in the stillness moment so breathless, that resonate endless. Joy saying, no time to feel hopeless, laughter’s echo timeless. Joy is unapologetic, won’t ever become a voiceless relic. Joy is so amazing, love’s smile that will assuredly transcends time and space! 

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Moving!

Your love moves, my soul trying to catch its breadth, but once again my heart’s perspective completely shifted. Your love so profoundly moving; forevermore it will surely take my breath, away on wings of love. My soul, trying to grasp the moment this love became so moving, how my heart became fluttering butterflies, caught within its rapture? Your love is like the wind, blows the mind, my heart swept like if a feather speechless within its embrace. Your love moves me, making me chase after my own heart, only to once again lose every breath, in love’s deepest spaces, finding my heart in such deep places. Every heartstring, wrapped up, tied up, tangled up within the crimson corals of love’s illustrious beauty. Drowning breathless within its ocean, its tender emotion. Perception of a heart too introverted, but even in love’s subtle motion, my quiet soul so persuasively moved, by its gentle sway. Of its pondered thoughts wander, search of the heart to find where the love ends, and the rhythm of my own heartbeat begins. Every day, my soul takes flight, tethered to love’s wing and a prayer, falling yet breathlessly. Every breath held tight; its muse clung to my soul so dearly. A love deeply moving, so breathtakingly sublime!

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Cultural Vibes!

Dearest Joy, DJ, run the riddim; sway my heart with the breadth of love’s sweet, sweet melody. DJ, the depth of your beat is so moving; simply groovy. Hey, DJ, the echo of your rhythm is extraordinary, so intoxicating. Stir it Up, my soul never left shaken, just my heart stirred. Oh DJ, the essence of your intimacy has a beautiful sound; its rhyme has no bounds. My soul could never deny, your sway my heart does prove, your rhythmic groove has deepened my muse, pleasure beyond a cultural vibe. DJ, you have the ticket to my heart, love’s progressive notion, swaying my heart and soul within its simplistic motion. Oh my soul, stop grooving and fall in line, my heart must always take the lead. What’s a groovy moment, if you can’t dig it; Get down on it, and Rock Away. Oh DJ, me love you long time, and my heart is Jammin; bubbling and rising up the top of one hundred. Run di track, play my heart some Jamdown anthem, bless up with ah little Caribbean style and flavor. DJ, don’t let my soul catch its breath, until my heart’s groovily free, able to frolic breathlessly. Let everybody get in ah di groove, give tribute to the land of Wood and water; of its rich natural beauty, blessed with God’s awesome splendor. DJ, coursing through my being, the rhythmic flow of its cultural vibes. Its joyous riddim cultivated in Jamaica’s breathtaking yonder, part of love’s groovy little island wonder!

After more than 300 hundred years of British colonial rule, Jamaica gained independence on August 6, 1962. The road to independence was long and hard, but with prominent and instrumental figures such as, Sir Alexander Bustamante, and Norman Manley, Jamaica gained its freedom for self-governance. In Jamaica, this date is celebrated as Independence Day, its national holiday!

*** Though, I’ve been living in Canada since the 70’s, I would be remiss not recognizing Jamaica’s independence, the land of my birth as something to be celebrated! ***

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Within the Contours!

Within the contours of my why, love’s divine meaning. Within the shape of my heart, the mosaic essence within love’s crimson hue. Within silhouette of my soul’s rhythmic significance, nuances of my love’s expression. Within the curves of my mind’s eye, the texturized reference of my love’s overarching context. Within the form of my being, the melodic nature of love’s perpetual breadth. Within profile of my poetic notion, my love’s deepest eMotion. Within the contoured beauty of love’s existence, the captivating grace of its purity, tracing the artistic character of my heart’s posture; contours of my why!

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Of its Home Comfort!

At home, love’s endearing best resting breathlessly on my chest, its breadth moving within every heartbeat. There’s never any heaviness, sustained within the weightlessness of its benevolence. Comfort of its charm, my soul feeling at home, nestled within the tenderness of its loving arms. Real love doesn’t seduce; but embolden its sincerity to produce the moments, becoming of its fragrant sublime. It’s never easy being vulnerable, knowing love isn’t always comfortable, giving love room for its essence to be forever faithful. Nature of its quintessence at home, strolling through the deepest parts of your soul. The beauty of its presence, lingering throughout the quiet spaces of your heart. Nuances of its divine invading the deep places of your heart’s affirmation. Beauty of its confidence, tugging endlessly on your every heartstring. The profound tapestry of its textured ink, its crimson hue seeping through the crevices of your heartfelt serenity. One’s heart exposed, your soul laid bare across the solace pages of your hopes and dreams. It feels like home, wrapped up submerged within its tranquil essence, within the overwhelming sway of love’s comforting embrace!

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Of its Decorative Landscape, 2025!

Vibrant Hue!
Crimson Landscape!

Colourful Ambiance!
Decorative Aura!

Of its natural beauty, flowery essence of its vibrant charm, deep healing of love’s fragrant balm. Of rosy cheeks red, colorful calm of violet’s blue. Of love’s nature, its ambiance capturing the nuances of its eclectic hue, of few hearts able to resist its picturesque impression. Heart’s crowned with its endearing brilliance, the textured reign of heaven’s due. Captivating radiance of its enchanted allure, never to be eclipsed of words’ ten thousandth reason. Of love’s perpetual aura flourishing deeply, enriched by the serenity found within its ten billionth season. Of its unchained melody, the angelic chorus tells of its symphonic breadth, swaying whispers within the wind. Its rapturous vibes, beautifying one’s heart and soul, with its awe and wonder. There’s not enough paint in the world to texturize the magnitude of love’s splendor. Discovered within the mosaic of its beautiful landscape, the warmth of its decorative presence blossoming so divinely!

*** These, a collection of floral landscapes I’ve taken pictures of over the past couple of months. The original photo, and a texturized version through the lens of my heart’s decorative interpretation! Hopefully you enjoyed them!

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Of its Texturized Vulnerability!

I can admit when it came to matters of the heart, it was never easy knowing how to be truly vulnerable. Learning how express one’s heart, not worrying about how steeped the words spilt, how texturized the love seeped. A love story would never be remiss, if words didn’t get in the way of its tender kiss. When its fire burns, it’s felt deep within one’s bones. Sometimes, the flame of its truth does flicker, when its refrain doesn’t know any better, but restrain the light of its essence. So many times, foolishly we chase after it breathlessly like the wind, not comprehending one’s heart is deeply moved by the strength of love’s divine breadth. We tend to spend a lifetime trying to measure up, when love is about the heart showing up, to allow love to profoundly show out. Love grows in stature, indicative of one’s heartfelt posture. One’s faith elevated, its words and actions being related, leaving one’s heart and soul elated. Love likened to a merry-go-around way, leaves you perplexingly feeling in a roundabout way. Its amusement becoming but an emotional daze, never becoming of the heart’s captivating gaze. One’s heart, has to study to let the proof be how one’s soul learned to listen, for love’s small still whispers. Words should never feel like love caught up within a flow, the consideration never of its illustrious afterglow. Love, doesn’t need pretty words to display its artistic beauty, to reveal the breathtaking depth of its poetic nature. Its context, predicated as a pretext than of a natural expression, an encounter subjectively complex. Of love’s mosaic exposure, the fabric of one’s soul bared, the heart’s nuances exposed. Yes, I can admit when it comes to matters of the heart, though it’s never easy being vulnerable. Vulnerability is the place where love extracts of your soul, the most illuminating story that will surely leave, fairytales utterly speechless!

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Love’s Tangible Manifestation!

Don’t ever allow love’s expression to seem performative, not being deeply substantive. Of its expectation, its beauty revealed to one’s soul, of its heartfelt manifestation. Heart and soul aligned, inspired actions refined, of love’s act defined. Of its strong possibility, its crucial realization. Like nothing else, love does something so profound, awakens within our heart its palpable breadth, the strength of its faithful persuasion. Releasing in our soul its supernatural presence, what leaves fear quivering within the midst of love’s tactile glory. The kind that eclipses fleeting wants, becoming just of its desired need. Of its touch, of its essence, of its tangible embrace, the true manifestation of its holistic nature. Beyond emotions, more than words, what palpably seeps, evident. Of real love’s transformative beauty, a heart knowing the whimsical nature of its decorative aura. Made known by the pleasantness of its effects, moving you with strength of its character, the deep breath of its distinct veracity. Love is ornately perceptive, keenly intuitive, not through elaborate words, but visible through the subtlety of its deeds. Love doesn’t brag or boast, will never be impressed by one’s swag, for it offers itself as a meaningful toast. A heart on display, of love its abstract soul bared. Of a tangible love gifted, of one’s heart its manifestation!

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