passionate about poetry,art
His speech is articulately filled with substance,with a certain rhythm to it.Rooted, but he flows.I love how he engages me with intelligent conversations How we can talk about literary anything and everything hours on end.The work of his hands totally stimulates my senses just as much.The man with the Midas touch!,his grip says much without him saying a word.He crafts with precision and gentleness .He aims for depth and meaning in his mission.you can tell he is in touch with his spirituality and is emotionally available.He sings his heart out tooHe is subtle in his message and tones but i get him , i do .Hes got a husky voice ,a jazzy feel, that mature sound for the grownHis versatile tho , infact i love everthing he churns,I love his taste.He is Raw, passionateYou can feel him in your soulHe is creativity, he is skill,He ignites my senses.Hes depth and he is lightHe engages my elements He is Art.
I inquire this of my soul,What do you long for?I pen this to my heart,Why wont you heal?!I say this of my trembling hands,Please fight for life Finally i declare this to my spiritIt is well with you!
Her heart is very much like the Seasons of the yearIts has memories of a cold ravaging Winter nights The endurance of Rainy days that triggered growthBut also in its depths Theres is the exquisite Spring sprouting for dear life!The triumph of Summer birthing a new sunny day .
How I remember her
Its possible you couldve met her at a different time , another dimension or in another life altogether.But i have vivid memories of her when she graced my timeline,I mean ,The strength in her Resilience The stretch of her tenacityThe stride in her efforts. The serenity in her calmnessThe depth of her soulThe purity within her spirit.The brighteness of her smileThe beauty of her statureThe warmth of her presence. The sincerity in her kindnessThe care in her fondnessThe integrity in her ways.The justice in her walkThe audacity in her willThe truth in her speech.The Faith in her prayersThe worship in her songThe praise on her mouth .The poetry in her heartThe art withinThe light that shines forth.
Written or spoken riddlesRelaying mysteries,moods ,memories.Deciding to speak for those whom life rendered speechless Speaking to those who have an ear for creativity Nuggets to awaken to devine truths, to empower , To empathize , to relateOh its not for gloomy days onlyTheres love , serenity, affirmation ,triumph, awareness , gracefullness decoded in its melodious rhythmic and artistic form Poetry for me is all the above and so much more😍
GreyThe most underrated colour I think it is more peaceful than white You see shes gotta style and graceBlack used to be a favorite but Grey does things to me now but i guess its okay coz i didnt stray too far.They say its absence of colour makes it dull but i say i dont like it loud anyway Calm , a perfect neutral , conservative , elegant did I mention sophisticated ?i could almost relate!Maybe thats why it tickles my fancy , oh Grey
My kids They are loved equally but not same ,You see , i have more conversations with Sis but Lil man gets more cuddle time.More dances with Sue and creativity sessions are dominated by Troy.We fight a bit with girl but boy get s more tough love.But trust them to warm my heart with the sweetest love, diffrently
this year i was strong next year i want to be happy
By unknown writer
...eventually soulmates meet for they have the same hiding place....
.....if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those imposters the same.. if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue or walk with Kings and not lose the common touch.. yours is the earth and evrything in it....
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Threaded out ends of a story pricks me daily, a wounded bodybleeds on papers©thousand_splendid_thoughts