Tag: words

Knock on Would!

When, love proves to your soul its true meaning, no heart, should ever instinctively knock Would. When, its enlightened breadth deepens your understanding, no knock off version of love, Would, ever be enough to sway a heart’s fundamental beliefs. So many hearts, carve their love in hopes and dreams, not realizing, the Would, becomes a symbolism, the act not becoming a euphemism. The commitment needs to be, to the love growing deeper, forever etched upon the depth of your soul? What will flourish profoundly, stands the test of time, proving, deep love will transcend time, and space. A heart, colliding with Would, never becomes love losing balance, but only spilling the essence of its beauty. Would, in of itself hollow, when its core intent has no inherent content, giving it context. Just, like how love resonates, Would, needs to echo verbatim, with its resounding tapestry. Rat-a-tat, why, must the dog chase the cat? A heart, never confident of its deepest breath, until the posture of its soul, exhales love’s heartfelt truth. That Would, by itself could never build love’s foundational bridge, if never tethered to something substantial. One’s inclination, just a feeling if not acted upon, the Would, having the potential, but the heart not willing to act. An expression of hope, Would, never accomplish anything, without faith empowering its purpose. A heart’s resilience, could never have the strength to knock down barriers, without it having the will that Would, make a tangible impression. Love, unapologetically pure, intentionally rooted, never a heart needing to, knock on Would!

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Lost a Breath! 

The early years!

My heart, lost a breath, lost it within the depth of time, on it, sun doesn’t shine. I lost a breath, swept away by streams of love’s cascading breadth, deserting my heart within the sands of time. The remaining breaths of my soul, exhales now with the end in mind; how a moment in time, my breath I held. Oh, how I nurtured this breath, dedicated my soul to its purpose, kept its worth so close to my heart. But yet, now resting with the power to be, embraced within the heart of thee. So, my soul holds on to hopes, to dreams. My soul lost a breath, on the wings of love, it’s up and above the clouds, the only way to get there, fly on the wings of love. When, my heart takes its last breath, my soul won’t be at a loss, embracing my lost breath in love’s serenity. For, every lost breath is found, in peace like a river, finding its delight within love’s angelic hue. Every day, my soul senses something in the air, love breathing within the hollowness of my heart. Remnants of my beloved, hovers in the stillness, echoing the beauty of love’s quintessence. Along life’s journey, a heart full, inevitably loses a breath, for souls gasp when kindred. Heard it said, one can lose its mind, but, what does a mind have to do with it? When every breath you take, every step you make, love prevails. Baby steps, and with every deep breath, solace will confidently find; my cherished breath, nestled within love’s sublime. My heart, lost a breath, ascended to a celestial plane, but yet in me, its presence abides. Que sera, sera, what will be, will surely be!

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Within Her!

Within her, daylight, her endearing might. She’s a warrior, but her heart so wide open, you capture her soul. Forever hold her gaze, with just the breadth of your love. The petals of her love, deep like that of a crimson flower. Her aura, cast so much light it brightens the moon’s glow. Her worth, eclipses the radiance of the sun. Her love, shimmers more radiant than all the stars, her presence is never far. Her beauty, if you can’t see it, you can’t see the silhouette of her heart. But here’s the thing, her wings, angelic for her heart is that of an angel. Her quintessence, her heart draped with the fabric of her love, displaying the texture of her soul. Like a tree, her love is deep rooted, will stand the test of time, won’t easily be swayed. And if, you treat her like a lady, sweetly you will taste and see. Her love will bee, the breathless fragrance of her heart and soul. Her motherhood, her sisterhood, her womanhood, essence of a woman!

*** Happy International Women ***

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Heart to Pen!

Now, doesn’t change the course of then. Love flowed then, but now the ink bleeds deeply; from heart to pen. Words could never be lost, for when love pricks one’s heart, inked words spill, baring innermost of one’s soul. The pages of one’s life, depth of one’s love, cascade to form textured chapters of a love story. What’s consequential, overwritten by moments inconsequential. Love composed, never embarrassed by what its heart-felt pen composes. By design, the tapestry of one’s heart, instrumental in revealing the imagery of one’s soul, the love mosaically imprinting. Deep love, doesn’t draw meaningless lines, even its most subtle portrayal, an intrinsic silhouette of the heart’s aura. Words penned meaningful, not inkling of a heart typical, exposed through love reciprocal. Consisting, consistent, naturally refined consistency; inking heart and soul. Penning thoughts, journaling one’s lived experience, texturizing the heart’s quintessential hue. Love moves, the soul it proves, but the heart it behoves; seep inked. For now, doesn’t change the course of then. Love flowing even then, now bleeds profusely, from heart to pen!

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History, in Black and White! 

Love in black and white, portrayed with embedded color, shades of the heart, painted in its eclectic hue. Of people, of places, of things, imprints upon the canvas of the heart. What’s etched, within the pages of history; of what was, of what is, of what makes a consequential impression. Black and white by design, colorful in kind, brushed with the breadth of love’s artistic sublime, revealed by history’s endearing intent. Varying perspective, monochrome perception; never opposing principle, in love lensed reciprocal. Its beautiful color residing, within the space between; heart and soul. Love’s illustration, paints a vivid image, when shades of gray leaves one’s crimson heart, feeling black and blue. Love’s subtle beauty, colored outside the lines, love nevertheless, if it leaves one’s heart impressionable. Pastel colors, with shades of black and white, may seem somewhat bombastic, yet deeply fantastic. Black and white, life and death, hopes and dreams; textured humanity. Likened to that of a lamp distinguishable, burning bright love’s inextinguishable worth. In blackened moments, illuminates fluorescent white. Love’s tapestry, in living color, never pixelated black and white, but texturized historical!

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Motivation’s Journey; the Clarity!

With one more breath, with one more step, one more day; clarity reveals itself, to the heart’s understanding. Journey to clarity, encountering the clarity of love’s zenith. Seeing how love doesn’t peak, it evolves. Evokes  joy in chaos, invokes peace in the madness. Even, within moments of tainted peripheral, love’s shines its celestial hue. Promises, sometimes let you down, but clarity through the lens of love, the heart holds no ill feelings. Love, likened to a rock, on which one’s faith can stand, clarity to see beyond the moment, embrace love’s horizon. Anchor hopes, tether dreams. No heart, could ever reach love’s pinnacle, without conceding to its sublime wonder. Its highest point, the point where one’s heart won’t allow its clarity to unveil. Love, doesn’t hold one’s breath, but takes it to an enlightened state. Clarity, interjecting the beauty of its ornate breadth, the heart taken to heights unknown. Love’s journey, one’s soul seeing with a renewed perspective. Knowing the only way to get there, what the heart must go through. Love’s enlightenment paving the way, clarity becoming its heartfelt sway!

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Song Inspired; She’s Like the Wind!

What’s a heart to do, when your breath is taken, when your mind is blown beyond words, being a shift in your soul’s perception. When within the proverbial forest, its sway leaves your soul panting; heart knowing at any moment, it’s another breathless encounter. What do you do, your heart trying to play it cool, thinking it’s a breeze, but every heartbeat bracing for its subtlety; not to be totally swept away, into the depth of its whirlwind. Like that of the wind, unbeknownst, her love poised to take your heart captive, she doesn’t know what’s being done. Wind, what’s your agenda, is it to alter my soul’s artificial intelligence of love? Like how the wind undulates, true love is naturally perceptible, perceptive especially. Its actions particular, the nature of its aura peculiar. Within your soul the knowing, I can feel it coming, in the air tonight; she’s like the wind. Fragrance of her love, her breath felt breathing into your soul, her presence feeling close, moving your heart in another daydream. Even at distance, proximity of her love tangible, your soul touched by love’s warm embrace. This I know, love hovers in the stillness of your soul, your heart anchored within a place of needing; tethered to love’s heartfelt truth. The question, living without her, would your heart go insane? Strength of her essence, capturing your gaze, taking you by the heart, leading you throughout the moonlight. What’s a heart to do, moved profoundly by its gentle gust, your soul, letting its gusto be… On the breadth of its allure, does the wings of my heart soar. Wind, tell it to my heart, am I the only one? Love, the convergence of forty years, but it doesn’t seem I was; just a fool to believe, she’s like the wind! 

She’s like the wind, a song by Patrick Swayze and Wendy Fraser. Released in 1987, on the soundtrack to the film Dirty Dancing.

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Wednesday Proverb; Consider Love!

With every encounter, give thought, how every brush against someone’s heart, how it paints a portrait of your soul. Consider it joy, that with every textured graze, love seeps to make the moment enlightened. Think it beautiful, seeing how love’s nature unfold, does it capture the heart with a breathless hold? Contemplate every decision, so the application of words leaves an engaged heart at ease. Consider the lilies, how its fragrance incentivizes the heart’s awareness. Search your heart when considering, from within will love seep, revealing the undeniable hue of its essence. Bear in mind, one’s heart is a mirrored reflection of one’s character. So therefore, be mindful of actions, they speak revealing the content of one’s soul, give context to the love texturized within. Every day, position your heart, where its posture can easily be repositioned, if needed. Whenever, to the heart lines seem blurred, the mind thinks why ponder, what provokes? Listen, to wisdom’s small still voice, it will always say; in all you, consider love!

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Love’s Sappy Hue! 

Sappy love, seeps with a distinct texture, the soul drenched in the aura of love’s tapestry. Never needing a particular occasion, to tap into its quintessence, hence. Melting heart and soul, with the ambiance of its warmth. Every day, love, gives an open heart its due, its essence laid gently on the soul, the dawn of its breathless dew. Love’s sappy hue, one’s heart, not missing the forest for the trees. Love that drips tenderly, captivates the soul’s gaze, the heart becoming its perpetual muse. Like that of pure maple syrup, tasty love coats the breadth of one’s soul. Enhancing the shades of one’s heart, with the nectar of love’s divine fragrance. Beauty of its enchanted hue, found within the depth of its sappy allure, love’s sweet cure!

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