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Fun Friday; When it Gets Twisted!

If you’re into riddles, or like a way to challenging yourself; try your hand with my riddle. If you rather a fun, but also a meaningful story? I invite your heart, to enjoy my take on life. Let me know, if you figure out the riddle, or enjoyed the story? I have a few riddles, that I have written over the years. Maybe, I will share another in the future. My Twist, on when a heart and mind collaborate!

The Story Twist!

Sometimes, the day can make you do the Twist; sometimes the Shout. A heart, trying to keep a soul-full groove… on point. It’s not hard, to get it so twisted. The heart, the soul; crossing into the wrong genre. A soulful version, of what looks like the Two Step… away. The DJ, puts on the wrong track; a sad Country song. So, back, back; back and forth. A broken heart, the about face, and the about to be loosing it. A heart loaded for bear, to unload what burdens the chest? The becoming, a soul getting ready to display; what becomes of a pistoled off heart. The shoot em up dance, bang, bang. Shots fired, the shooting from the Hip, to the Hop… on the self righteous train. Toot, toot; your own horn. The likened sounds, to we live in a broken world. Here’s the Twist, it doesn’t matter. If you live in the wild Western Hemisphere, we all bleed the same. For a heart, to see through the right perspective. We should never get it Twisted. Thinking a soul can ever see clearly, trying to look at life; through a tainted heart. So many, love to replay a throwback. But, why should it always be; reliving a brand new Funk. You have to move past, to truly get past; what gets a heart so Twisted!

Indulge me, as I share with you this Twist; better yet, let’s call this the bliss. A heart that’s been there, done that. Young, and thinking you’re Hip. But, here’s the Tip; love’s a intimate slow dance. Every day, yes; you have to do the Hopping, the none Stopping. To always notice, my baby Doll; if the head starts Bopping. The marriage dance, it’s a balancing act. But, it doesn’t have to be; a heart walking a tightrope, with a soul Twisting in the wind. Sometimes, I surely get to admire; watch how her neck works. All while trying, not to get my heart Twisting. Seeing her brown eyes, and how they roll. But, that just a reminder; I have my own role to play, being a loving husband. Thirty two years, how long my heart has been in this cherished role. Act one, Seeing her two. Not about the Acting, but what becomes of my Actions. When we first met, I called her my candy girl. Then my honey, became my sweet lady. Let me tell you, every bottled up, tear comes out easily, with every Twist. To avoid a mind, blowing a cap; a heart busting out an ill advised wRap. Then the break down, dancing, the want to be free-styling. A soul Twisting, on what becomes a heart feeling… absolutely floored. A heart Twisted up, trying to figure out? How to make a clean break, from a riddled relationship?

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My Identity!

Picture this, your true identity; will never be a validated forgery. But, what truly allows your heart, to forge into your destiny. An identity, not defined by just what’s created; but what was carefully formed, through a divine creation. The Creator crafts, but only your heart alone; get to experience the breadth. Only one identity, can truly give a heart full access; into a heavenly bliss. An identity, has a representation; but your heart needs to know, what you truly represent? A true identity, not about your status; or what’s meaninglessly validated. You can identify, with having access to your breath. Only for access denied, a heart truly struggling; just knowing how to simply breathe. An identity, can build character. Pinpointed accuracy, will still mean a life missing the mark. Adjust, and show how far you’ve come; and to What Degree? An identity is about naming, not shaming. Not about a hard to read name tag, or just a fade with time hashtag; but a heart clearly recognized. An identity with a distinct signature, etched upon your soul. So others can always identify, to whom your heart truly belongs? A close similarity, can still mean a heart… unrecognizable. Being of a true likeness, will never be a heart and soul; ever called into question. Your uniqueness, what makes you truly different; what forever sets your heart apart, for an entry gained. Two expressions, relatable showing the same values; will surely be quantified. One, plus One, plus One, plus One. To a wide open heart, the truth will be revealed. For a soul to forever perceive, that the answer equivalents to One, in the same… Identity!

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Before You!

Before You, my heart kept; thoughts so deeply hidden, buried deep within. Shared hopes and dreams, with my own heart. A keeper of secrets, what soul had become. Dear diary, my heart would like; to make another introverted entry. “Another day, with so much for this heart to say; but what that may be, no words will ever be verbalized. Yours truly, a silent river!” But that, was before You. Before the moment, Your love forever became my heart. Laying against Your love, the only time I can truly say; I know forever. A soul at ease, learning what is endless. A heart being poured, not into an insignificant catch basin. But, into the deepest ocean. What can truly contain, the depth of a penned up heart. Not just through the touch, the breadth of the presence felt. A heart moved, not just by the overwhelming love. But, to be a soul coming into the know; why the meaning of love, has a predestination. Before You, I thought; alone in the darkness, meant lack through ambiance. But, even in unbeknownst; darkness has its moments, but light is a forever presence. Life smiles brighter, when love truly shines through. To be, or not to be? A soul content, never to question why; my heart. To be, in love; forever, near Your heart. Not, to be just living for the want; but for the need to be, the truest love. The closer you get, to the state of understanding; the deeper the becoming. But, not before You!

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Show, and Tell!

I bring my heart, to Show Your love will forever be; the true object of my affection. The worth, would truly be irrelevant. If Your love, wasn’t the true breadth. I can divide up my day, but yet in everything. The day would still be, just for Show. If my heart couldn’t truly Tell, that time is relative; to the moments truly lived. Every day, school will always be in session. A heart learning, a soul truly thriving. When every new experience, becomes a new love expression. What you intend, has to be more; than what becomes just pretend. Thinking, your heart has all the answers. Never a soul demonstrating, it’s a life well lived. Sometimes, we do have to pretend. A heart Showing a wonderful smile, while a soul simultaneously Telling; what burdens, in a silent prayer. Sometimes, weights are lifted. Sometime, a heavy heart needs to be carried; to test your resolve. A heart can yell and scream, but what message… would that send? If in the end, the homecoming is the Tell. A love Showed, as being truly faithful; “I man, after Your own heart.” Erase the lies, let Your love be the only story; written deep in the crevices of my soul. May a deeply revered love, forever be the resounding truth. A Show without question, a Tell that truly resonates!

A heart with room, for an increased volume of love. Letting all the repetitious noise, become the decreased. Knowing how, to abide in the stillness. Where whispers of love, becomes such a blissful peace. A life with an unequivocal Show; and a soul with a true Tell. Something, your heart and soul can truly Show. When the day, just wants to Tell… another story. To represent, the true heart of a son and daughter? In the still be, the representation; with the heart of a child… Why have a heartbeat, if love is not forever; what tethers every wayward heartstrings. Within every smile, with every glimpse into your heart. What should be clearly seen, the Father’s love. A heart called Show, a soul will a predestined to Tell. To Show the greatest love story, and Tell of the encounter. What’s in, the deeper meaning of love. For if, breathing is just for Show? Then true living, will never be a heart with a distinctive Tell. Even if, you know others will talk, about what you have come to believe? Don’t be scared, to put your heart on display. Bring your heart to a place, where you know flawed; is nothing to ever be ashamed of. Show that all the imperfections, and the beauty are one in the same. A heart, and soul made perfect; with every Show, and Tell!

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To What Degree?

Six inches, the degree; to profoundly miss the decree. The whole heart, what give unto thee. There has to be a shift, to understand the race; not given to the swift. A transformed life, begins with a changed heart. Faith like a child, how a life meant to thrive. More than words, more than a good idea. The journey, letting the love move from head to heart. Every breath a journey taken, a soul harken; to be moved by the stillness. To know if every degree, does fall afresh? To know what degree, was your heart made? Carefully, to be wonderfully displayed. A bigger blessing, requires a greater love for thee. A love meant to be tight, given with all your might. Even if, the day becomes another battle tested fight. Raise a hallelujah, let the praises roar; heaven will come to fight for you. Let love, forever walk with your heart, and through your soul. Don’t let what’s just an issue, stop you from pushing; through all the crowding thoughts. To become, a heart deeply touched; eclipsed by a love, greater than the nth degree!

To find your blessing, to know the true degree of God’s love. Based on to what degree, your heart’s willing to be led… to the deeper truth. Go, find your seat at the table. A place matted, reserved for your soul to feast. Knowing, what’s in a peaceful rest. What begets, your soul finding abundant joy. Even in just a smile, the world will feel the Father’s love. Let compassion be, kindness seen not just as a random act. To truly love with open arms, there first needs to be… an open heart. Endless love, flows through a deep river. Every day, let your heart make love new. What direction, becomes the true destination. Being vertical, the only way to see a breathless horizon. Knowing how to let go, sets your soul to know to what degree; your heart will let the truth of love, take hold? Being emphatic, not just about being sympathetic. But puts on display the degree of a love, raised to be truly epic. Jesus wept, to display to What Degree; how deep the Father’s love!

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Captivated!

When you encounter deeper, every thought therein becomes captivating. A place where you don’t rely, on living by your own breath. Where breathless becomes the place, a soul starts to know true living. My heart can make this plain, but the depth in trying to explain captivated; what can’t so easily be articulated. So therefore, I open my heart to be the instrument. To capture words of love, let the never ending crimson ink overflow; the pen to paper. The love, my heart can never claim the copyright. For my soul knows, who truly hold the rights. I’m not here to prove anything. Just here to share, what has become truly everything. The proof, what your heart will need to find. The experience, what will become plain. True captivation, when your heart embraces deeply loved, and let the love become everything. Captured, to be a heart locked… in a forever gaze. By the Captivator, of heart and soul. A heart captivated, a soul breathlessly living in the renowned. The keeper of my heart, the lover of my soul; one in the same. Amazing love, a soul blessed; breathing it in… with every breath. Every encounter, a profound change.. in me. My name, found meaning; but my meaning, found in the embrace. A searching heart, will always find; what’s truly sought. A love held precious, too wonderful for mere words. A love tender, captivatingly beautiful. Just trying finding words, makes a heart so breathtakingly lost. A love with such a graceful presence, a beauty unmatched. All goodness in my heart, couldn’t dare to be compared; to such an extraordinary love. How can a heart not be, forever captivated? A soul be deeply moved, knowing such an extraordinary faithful love. All of me, to be all I need; this is Jesus!

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When You, Encounter Deeper!

When, all is stripped away; to show a heart exposed. Though a convincing heartbeat, for love to be truly noticed; there also needs to be, a strong moving rhythm. What love is, not the same as; what love is, meant to becomes. To what, only the true breadth of love can reveal. My soul has come, but still becoming. You may not plan, to get so deep; but perhaps that’s the place, where a heart needs to be. To be the realization, but just realizing alone; will never make true sense. If a heart doesn’t also realize, what truly makes love take the breath? Longing, still nothing without needing. Not to breathe it all in, but why becomes the wait… to exhale? Love, something worth wanting; but, something special comes through the having. Love, comes to bless the heart. But every gift requires openness, for the true blessing to be attained. I never expected, to become deep. But, love will take you there. When you believe, the destiny to be predestined!

Through an act freely giving, the love flows like a deep moving river. Likened to a pebble, gracefully moving; without skipping a beat. Making the ripples become an effect, truly profound. To become the fall, into an unfathomable depth. Deep, calls you to know deeper. But, without the stepping out to go beyond; depth will never be realized. Love is a song, but a song in of itself… mere words. If the song in part, not a love profoundly true. It all comes, back to the heart. No one, can ever claim you made it; love. But, you have the opportunity to unequivocally proclaim; your heart truly knows, what makes love Divine. Some days, the heart feelings like a wheel. The day is rolling along, but then suddenly; your soul hits, a subtle bump in the road. Even, when the day seems winding; therein becomes a moment. To look deep within the heart, to search the soul… for deeper. More than a touch, what just moves, or deeply felt. When, the love becomes truly apparent? That’s when you have truly encountered, deeper!

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Field of Dreams!

What you battle, can leave lasting scars. But though scarred, flawed; just a part of life. Scars, not meant to reflect; why a heart should stop living. To ever stop believing, your heart won’t see; what others call impossible. In life, we can get scarred; walking a path touching, what seems to be so rosy. A blemish, every deeply felt wound; doesn’t mean scarred for life. Though, some battles leave deep scars. At every dawn, go and face the day. You don’t have to know in what direction, to reach your destination. You need to have all the answers, to believe you have a destiny. Someone might be looking, to see what a victorious life can look like. Knowing how to, deeply love; can forever change a life… yours. That’s how you leave, a lasting mark on a world. Oversimplified, not what the battles become. It just simply means, a simplified living; it’s just living your best life. In the fundamental, live a life; that displays the wonder, a soul living though the thunder. Tearing, doesn’t mean you’re losing. Even though, the past becomes another day feeling hurt. A broken road, doesn’t mean you will be defeated. Scars fade, when you believe you’re a victor; not a victim. The battles, the tug of war… on the heartstrings. It doesn’t matter how fierce the battle, it becomes a moment to show; how far your heart has truly come. When, you have the heart of a warrior; an overcomer you shall become. Every battle scar, let it be a testimony. Healing, is hope found. A heart guarded, living with a resounding faith. A heart leaned, in the art what it takes, to win the war. Scars, don’t define who you are; they prove your resolve. Scarred, and the picture they paint. To be portrayed, as battles that has truly turned into; a field of dreams!

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Meaning!

Life, so many search for the meaning; but yet so many don’t ever realize, the truth lies in a predestination. A heart has to first be drawn to find, for a soul to now a divine embrace. Every life has meaning, and every breath what truly needs to be honored. We can know how to breathe, but true, living thrives with a choice. To know how every heartbeat, becomes a heart with a life truly lived. So many hearts, are looking for true love. But, even with love found, the meaning can still seem so elusive. For love is still meaningless, when the truth found; not embraced as love, with the breadth truly meaningful. How can a soul, know the true meaning of love; without a deeper meaning, not being the true pursuit? What therefore is the meaning of hope, if the hope found; doesn’t instill the faith therein. Meaning comes with trust, but meaningless without a heart verification. Meaning not based in what’s actual, still just a figment. You can never reach a true destination, if your heart doesn’t believe in a destiny. You can seek meaning, but finding still meaningless; without it having truth. For a heart to find true meaning, a soul needs to be free. The giving all to be, and the giving all to thee. In everything, there’s meaning; but not in everything, you can find the truth. You have to understand the true meaning, before a heart can truly know; if therein lies the truth, to what makes your soul breath… easy!

A post inspired, by a question posed by another wonderful blog!

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