Tag: Spiritual

Sometimes!

My heart, needs to know, do I let you down, sometimes? Does my soul, make you smile, do my words meet your approval, sometimes? I make so many mistakes, trying to prove, you give me worth. My heart has many issues, and oh, how I wish they would melt, fade away like snowflakes, sometimes. Tell me this, can I be myself, for you? Can I express who I am, on the inside? Can I leave my heart exposed, and not worry about it being ravaged, by an indifferent worldview? Saying something, giving everything; not afraid my words, and heart would wrestle, to see which would triumph? Would it make you proud, if my heart was the victor, sometimes? If my soul was always willing, to let my heart be vulnerable, all the time? Without a residue of doubt, leaving a tasteless display. Would that say my love is real, sometimes? Let my heart know, if my words are selfish, motivated by my own self interest. Thinking, it’s all about me, not what you’ve made my heart become? To you, I don’t have to prove anything. You take me as I am, made me better than I was. You have made me, into what others see, today. So, why do I feel, I’m still letting you down, sometimes. When, you’ve accepted I’m just a man, still trying to be. Why do I care, what you think? Do I dare, how would my soul fare, if you, were to ever let go of my heart? Truth, knowing something in how you love, is still missing, but still choosing to be, love anyways; and not just, sometimes. Love, oh Love, to you I don’t have to prove anything; actions speak for itself. When love is the story, words won’t get the credit. Would it make you proud, if I relinquished the key, and give everyone, a gate pass to my heart? Sometimes, my words don’t match my heart’s posture. You’ve given me a higher calling, that bares my soul. Love, help my words be true, to me. Then my heart will truly be, a reflection of Love, Always!

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On My Heart!

Breathing, breathing is easier, because your love is near. Living, living is in the moments, your love leans in. Maybe, maybe no one can see my heart beating, but that’s because, because they just don’t understand, I’m still waiting, waiting to exhale. Quietly, quietly your love takes every breath, and profoundly my soul is lost, lost for words. Blind, blindness could never stop my soul from knowing. Love, not just about feeling(s), but letting love get close enough to your heart, to touch your soul. Always, always knows forever, is not the same thing. Promises, promises say you will always, but true love, will forever be. Time, time teaches you that it’s the little things, that needs to be said, and done. To keep sweetest love, from becoming bitter, marginalized. Give, give me moments, give me words, love give me opportunities. So, my soul can truly express, your love is satisfying. In, in love, keeps you in the presence of, now, and forever. Against, against all odds, your love stays, resting. How, how can I let it get away; let the love leave, without a trace? When, when I know I can’t take a breath, without you. Breathing, breathing is so much easier, because your love is always, on my heart!

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When Actions Speak!

Speechless, love in action, needs no words. When love leans in, actions speak louder, than words. Go figure, love in action, never lets you have to figure out, action says it all. Words in quotation, needs action to become, a true expression. Action does, what words can only convey. Actions, are never wordless, should never be less than, what real love will express. The heart listens, love interacts, action speaks. Like a beautiful flower, swaying in love’s gentle warmth. When actions speak, words sway, but by design; love’s intent is known. A call to action, love keeping heart and mind, accountable by its actions. Deep love, deepens with time. Profound love, lives in moments. Kindness in action, displays love’s intrinsic nature. When actions speak, love springs into motion. Silence, will never be deafening, love speaks to the heart. Words penned, inaction discovers. The heart turns the page, love writes a new verse. With love’s deeper meaning, actions speak!

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Lily of the Valley!

In the valley, love is the seed, planted intentionally within. Faith, watered daily, lets hope grow gracefully. Time, reveals a heart blossoming, love never withering, by an indifferent perspective. Love, like a breathless flower, is poised to capture hearts, change minds. A heart wide open, greets the beloved light, love’s engaging dawn. Love, pure as a dove, offers an olive branch. The love given, the breath taken. The heart, captivated by the nuance, in love’s breathtaking hue. A life, rooted within layers of love, a divine arrangement, for the heart and soul. Love language elevated, doesn’t always need words. For the love to be a fragrant bouquet, love’s beautiful display. Lily of the valley, love has a pleasing aroma. In love’s fertility, its purity prevails, its innocence reigns. Love provides texture, love gives life context. Love is consistent, love is consisting, love consist, petals of enduring grace. Colorful, love is, a brightly colored, flower. Love, can never be taken, love is gifted, beautifully exchanged. In living colors, profound love comes alive, spectacularly. Passionately, in valleys the lily rises, love’s majestic bloom!

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Kinetic!

Love is, a kinetic motion. It moves you to action, discharged feelings, becoming energy. Resulting, in what materializes. The heart’s kinetic performance, effecting change, in the mind’s posture. Love moving towards, a heart tugged by the kinetic need. Feelings, moved by love’s gravitas. The gravitational strength, makes resistance to true love, futile. If the heart is open, and the need equated, love will respond. Kinetic art, love painting a work of art. Kinetic force, love’s spirited action, compelling the heart, with an act of kindness. Kinetic energy, love’s undeniable power, to sway a heart and mind. Rain, spilling from the eyes, kinetic emotions, in the form of teardrops. In the rise, the fall of every breath, kinetic rhythm moves the heart, space and time in heartbeats. A heart swayed, the mind reacting, kinetic thoughts into motion. A poet, sharing its deepest prose, kinetic poetry converging, poetic thoughts, muse, and words. Colored brush strokes, more than figments on a blank canvas. Kinetic expressions, pigments becoming an artistic display, the nuances of love!

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Love’s Habitual Presence!

Constant, like a breathless breeze, love hovers. Persistent, like a deep river, love lingers in deep places. Continual, like an endless scent, love has a quantifiable fragrance. Perpetual, like a perceptible motion, love moves to become, a beautiful display. Recurrent, like a perceptive dream, love finds new meaning, in the quiet moments. Repeated, like the appearance of the dawn, love feels warmest, knowing it will be there, again and again. Frequent, like breaths, taking a thousand of, like stars, seeing millions of. Love is a quintessential existence, sustained by being, consequential. Relentless, like a galloping spirit, love runs towards you, regardless of what lies ahead. Unrelenting, like a timeless bloom, love is like a flower, showing the best of. Never-ending, like an immeasurable essence, love takes you to that familiar place. Where the heart tries to fathom, the height, the length, the breadth of. What’s found within the midst of, love’s habitual presence!

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The Building!

At an early age, my faith was being built. I learned early, what he said, she said, what they say; can’t sway a made up heart. Somehow, even then I knew, I couldn’t stand by, wasting time. From, the time I could talk, the walk… it like I talk it. A heart learns a lot, living in a silent river. All my life, knowing what it is to be set apart; builds character. A calling is nothing, until the purpose, understands the reason. Well, I have to admit, truth tells stories; what a heart is built on. Imperfect flaws, don’t define the building up process. In the building, hearts will falter. Why, love works in tandem, with grace. To make it, you have to build it, but sometimes you need to change it; your posture. It doesn’t matter, what changes are in your life. When, love says you have a job to do. You don’t stop, until it’s through. I can’t, criticize another’s building up. All you can do, keep your own heart in line. Work while it’s day, so when the darkness comes, it doesn’t blind your soul. Night vision, helps the heart see, clearly. Hearts and minds are changed, when love becomes, the cornerstone!

A heart levels up, knowing when to refrain, by allowing love to reframe. Even if, even when, even now. From the ground up, how love builds a firm foundation. I know of a man named, Nehemiah, he had a made up mind. His heart wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone; upend his destiny. Every heart has the ability, to be an overcome. The building, not about building walls, but the building of the relationship. What’s building, if change is not evident? In love’s restoration, love smooth rough edges, covers the imperfections. So by design, love builds up the heart, to be a vivid portrait. In the building, love provides a hiding place, to be your refuge. Nothing missing, nothing broken. My mind is made up, my soul built upon, my heart built up to be. I’m determined, I’m intentional, I’m unapologetically; I’m building on the legacy. What love established, two thousand years ago!

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What Does Love Look Like?

What does love look like? Does it stand tall, is it head and shoulders? Does love walk gracefully, does love wait faithfully? What does love look like? Does love wear a nice texture, dressed in the right fabric, does love look like a beautiful tapestry? What does love look like? Is it a love dressed to impress, or a love well put together, representing a humble heart? Is love color blind, does love see a heart in need? What does love look like? Does it hide behind a painted smile, can it draw you in, with its endearing presence? What does love look like? Do you see love, holding open the door, or closing off itself, to your heart? What does love look like, does it display a transparent sign? Saying; come in, I’m open, to serve you, or sorry, I’m closed… off to you. What does love look like? Can you see it from a distance, or have to get real close, to recognize if it’s even love? What does love look like? Is the love you see, willing to get its heart dirty, fighting with you in the trenches? What does love look like? Does love have arms wide open, is love a heart exposed? When you look for love, don’t look for an alluring perception, but a beautiful heart. Love looks like anyone, every heart willing to concede; love is a reflection. In love’s vulnerability, love reveals its greatest strength; its inner beauty. In the stillness, love grows. In the darkness, love glows. In the moment, love is. A display, of what love allows you to become, and what it becomes, for you!

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Spoken Words; The Day I.

Up front, my heart needs to warn you, my love is unfiltered, my words unapologetic. Words, my heart form words. Syllables, my love language not words, captured in syllables. In building, the heart frames, the soul forges, time carves, love produces; by design. Verbs state, verses enlighten, synonyms, add texture, to love. Words spoken materialize, but broken text destabilize. Words debate, heart relates, love elevates. You see, my love is alive. Together, words in love, accompany my soul. The day I, love spoke profoundly. The day you, the day we, the day our. Love says you do, words say you will, but the heart reveals. Love, will always be, not because we keep it alive, but when we allow love to breathe. Love gives, a gentle nudge, never a forceful push. A heart leans in, love presses in. The heart makes known, words intent, love’s meaning. Words, on the tip of the tongue, have no significance. Words inform, love imparts. My heart, once a silent river, but love, made it an ocean; the day I.

When love speaks, the heart shows up, the soul represents, what words present, love taking shape. Always, and forever, comes into view; if heart and soul, will serve as? In love, feelings emerge, emotions develop. Will words be bold, will, heart break the mold, will love hold, will the story be told? Words don’t exist, if love doesn’t make visible, breadth within the heart. Every day, wear it well; the love you fashion, in a heart fashioned. Will never let words reveal itself, being just fashionable. Make up, words is meant be worn, natural. So, when the soul blushes, love uncovers, the true complexion of the heart. It doesn’t matter, how far words can take you. Love, makes the heart believe; “ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough.” To keep love, from reaching you, becoming more than words, spoken. Poetic love, peels back the layers. Reveals the heart, bares the soul, texturally. A poet is, what poetry becomes, textured love. My heart was exposed, the day I, said I do, to Love!

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Like Incense!

True love is like incense, lingering profoundly. Breathless love is an aroma, poised to take your breath. Into the atmosphere, pure love releases its undeniable presence, earnestly, its existence is known. Every time, the fragrance brushes against your soul. Gently love, is a confident love. It moves the heart, touches the soul, with just the breadth. Like the first breath, in the next, even in the last breath. Love like perfume, the allure draws you in, but the essence what keeps you. Love, refined to become like incense, the essential defining perception. Love dipped in persuasion, becomes like incense, steeped in purity. Deep love is like a water lily, blossoming into a graceful flower, leaving no doubt. Growth makes love flourish, filling a heart with the scent of. Making the soul become, a beautiful display of love. Like fragrant incense, words can never deceive, the truth, what love makes the heart perceive. Love with real substance, strong enough, it will captivate, tangible becomes evident, powerful enough it provokes. Likened to sweetness, love’s kindness captures, with the sweet smell of. Just like balm, sage love is likened to incense, relinquishing profound healing!

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