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Fear, Not Today!

Tell fear, you don’t have the strength to stomp out my hopes, and you won’t allow it to trample on your dreams. No amount of fog can obscure your heart’s vision, make you lose sight of its heartfelt perspective. It will no longer have unfettered access to the breadth within your soul. You won’t believe its lie, your faith is an illusion, but in reality it’s your optimistic devotion; a heart not deceived by fear’s hopeless emotion. Every day, give fear an irrevocable tip, it’s losing its grip, its hold resolutely you will snip. Take back your worth, your heart never again be arrested, just quintessentially vested. It came for every breath, but encountered your deepest exhale; your escaped confidence telling the tale. No, not today, your heart won’t be a victim, to fear’s unfounded tears. Within the shadows its hover persists, but with every resist of its whisper moreover, you will never give into its baseless screech; ain’t that a peach. Tell fear, your soul will traverse darkened valleys, so your heart’s perspective will be forever enlightened. What tested you yesterday is irrelevant to what your heart learns today; an emboldened soul becomes a little bit more fierce every tomorrow. Don’t fear reflections of what was, you’re not that person anymore. Your heart beats stronger, your soul fearing the unknown no longer. Fear can never overwhelm a fearless heart, with an incandescent spirit, radiating the light of love’s unmatched brilliance. Your heart, unequivocally letting fear know your soul isn’t going to cower; not today, no, not ever again!

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Heart’s Resonance, its Lens-Scape! 

Of the heart’s lens, soul’s resonance realized, perspective captured within the peripheral of one’s cognizance. What doesn’t escape the heart’s perception, could never evade the landscape of the soul’s breathless viewpoint, love’s sublime beauty beckoning your innermost. The sun, the moon, the stars, the heavens not of a galactic afar; reached tangible, within the contemplation of our optic succession. Flowers bloom, but yet leave room so one’s heart, can bask in the enlightened hue of life’s wondrous treasures. The poetic moments that won’t escape, but become a heart’s-scape. What profoundly texturizes the soul, as its delight peers through the lens of a captivated heart. Heartfelt moments that define, love’s pastel petals so fine, through the lens of an artistic divine. Life’s intuitive collage, silencing chaos’ counterintuitive barrage. Leaving only love’s gaze, caught within the perceptive breadth of your soul’s breathtaking exhale!

*** This post, a collage of some of the photos my heart has captured this year with my phone, while traversing the downtown streets of my vibrant city, along with a poetic prose to give them a voice! Hope you enjoyed them!

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Love Incandescent! 

Love, oh love, what will you have of my heart, my soul forevermore? Shall I dedicate to you the most illuminated place within my being, fledge you will forever be my most precious treasure? Oh, love, why are you so needy; you won’t let my complacency become? Even in my most darkest moment, you tug gently on my heartstrings. Making it known, my soul has vowed to never let circumstances change, how my heart illustrates the nature of your radiance. Of my incandescence, your glow, the show, the brilliance of your afterglow. Wholeheartedly you ask of me, but of my heartache you refuse to partake. Incandescent, oh love, you enlighten within me the evidence, embolden me to showcase with confidence. Even if it leaves me utterly vulnerable, my heart being exposed will surely reveal, your irrevocable light shining incandescent throughout the crevices of my soul. Knowing, lifetime of searching the deepest spaces of my heart, the weightless gravity would transcend meaningless perceptions… of love. This, my soul has come to know, incandescent love ignites of a tangible wick, waxed perpetually thick. Love’s crimson hue, its eternal flame burning incandescently brighter than what mere eyes perceive. Its ever-glow being more than just a fluorescent performance. But the raging fire within one’s heart and soul, the embodiment of its transfigured word. Love, let fleeting passion be more than a strong emotion, but the deep compassion of love’s incandescent flame!

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Before Words!

Before words, heart heard, humming ever so slowly, moved ever so deeply. Before words, love’s dawning, heart’s yawning; soul awakening. Before words, love fell, heart swell, emotions tell, lost in l.o.v.e’s spell. Before words, love falls silent, captivated speechless contemplation; time still in motionless progression. Before words an inkling, heart tingling, love over-thinking. Before words, love tours, heart pours, along breathless shores. Before words, stars align, love define, moment enlighten. Before words, captured moment, love’s unveiling story. Before words, the unbeknownst breadth, my heart’s beating; exposed!

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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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Revisited; Double Dutch!

Heart, tell me, why the hesitation; are you waiting for the perfect moment? It’s been said, timing is everything, but even if you time it just right, heart, you might miss the moment for love to take a leap of faith, and exhale its deepest breath. Oh heart, once you get it, get into the groove. Not for what love has to prove, but one’s soul knowing how profound the breadth of love moves. Just know, a double-minded heart can find itself tangled up, skipping all the necessary steps needed to conquer fear of the unknown. So many think, the steps to success are about being good, yet not realizing; love for oneself is about knowing you’re enough. Hard work and dedication, passion never counts the cost, while digging deep requires love’s greatest sacrifice. A heart can be taught to bob and weave, but one’s love requires discipline, for its actions to be measured. Don’t just jump in, jump out of love, a heart relying on wit, one’s love never being a witness, to the nature of its steadfast grit. Love’s perseverance thrives knowing its truest strength, hence, of its consequential character. When in doubt, your heart is not organically striving, don’t throw your hands in the air, and wave it like you just don’t care. Dare to be different, a love losing sight of its mission, a heart making the wrong decision; letting a wayward mind dictate what becomes of your heart and soul’s resilience. Life can make it seem mind, body and soul are being swayed in opposite directions. Just remember, one’s faith tethered to love’s enabling breadth, emboldens its rhythmic cohesiveness. A vibrant heart overcomes adversities, not knowing one’s heartbeats per minute, rather how to exercise one’s deeply felt empowerment. Elated assurance of what love afforded, enlightenment of one’s elevated resolve! 

This is a revisited post, originally posted on Sep 11, 2019, with a fresh new take, of how it relates to our life’s stories!

*** Double dutch, a jump-rope game played with two long jump ropes, swung in opposite directions so that they cross rhythmically. *** 

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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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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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