One way? There’s always another way.
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Heartbeat
Heartbeat is fading.
Almost non existent
As my soul is nearly depleted.
No expectations of humanity,
And devoid of all care.
What to do in a world of uncertainty?
What to do when the love is gone?
Feels like I’m drowning,
And I can’t come up for air.
My feelings are my own.
No longer buried deep inside.
Bitterness has festered,
Anger has taken over.
I feel numb.
Will my heartbeat live again?
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Will I ever believe in Hope again?
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Sights And Sounds
Beautiful Sights And Beautiful Sounds
Photo Credit: Samara Marie Douglas. NYC, Central Park. June 2020.
Spirit is the 7th studio album by Earth, Wind & Fire (September 1976, Columbia Records)
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Tagged 1976, 70s Music, Burbank Studios, Central Park, Columbia Records, Earth Wind & Fire, Funk Music, Hollywoood Sound Recorders, Lake, Lew McCreary, Maurice White, Music, Music Producers, Musicians, Nature, New York, New York City, NY, NYC, Philip Bailey, R&B Music, Singers, Soul Music, Spirit, Verdine White, Vevo, Wally Heider Studios 3, Westlake Audio, YouTube
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Numb
Numb from the hurt and pain.
Numb from the target on my head.
Wondering what enemies want to gain?
Shameful to think, “What if I’m next?”
Racism is to blame
For me wondering, if soon, people will say my name?
But onward I MUST and WILL go.
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The Sky’s The Limit
I want to live like I’ve never lived.
No wasted moments.
No suspension of time.
I want to soar freely to higher heights,
And from the clouds I’ll emerge,
As I greet the sun on my way to heaven.
With a renewed heart, I feel love,
To be able to move with no fears, as I’ve left them behind.
Guided by a power like no other,
I can fly far beyond the moon.
The sky’s the limit.
And I’ll just keep going as if the sky is all mine.
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May You Be Immersed In Love Today
Fly to a higher height
That extends beyond the moon.
Travel beyond space and time,
To live amongst the stars.
A feeling within the heart and soul,
That only sunrays can expose.
Upon a morning smile,
Love’s aurra reigns supreme.
Love.
An ever flowing sea for one to drown in eternally.
Love.
A friend of a higher power
That wraps it’s arms around you with an embrace of the day’s delight.
Love.
When you have it,
Hold it tight.
Cherish what is yours,
Which is the Love bestowed upon you.
Revel in tears of joy,
And remember the feeling.
May you be immersed in Love today.
And may Love forever in your heart remain.
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That Little Girl
Made with a shattered heart that could renew itself,
Upon dried tears and a wish.
Upon possibilities of what could be.
Through the eyes of a child,
Visions danced of a soul being free.
That Little girl from long ago,
Longing to be loved and free,
Grew up with a heart with everlasting love.
That little girl is me.
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Space And Time
A beautiful being
And a kindred spirit.
Destined to be amongst the stars.
Creative energy flows
And positive vibrations,
Makes the celestial body of work that you are.
Made of scorpions and fire.
Astrology divine.
More than a sign, dispersed amongst space and time.
Happy birthday, to you.
It’s your time to shine.
It’s your light.
It’s your reason.
It’s your rhyme.
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What Is Life To Cold Hands And An Empty Heart?
What is life to cold hands and an empty heart?
A meaningless nothingness.
A reflection of despair.
No humanity seen.
No love.
No care.
Mere ashes of hope gone dry.
Mere tears from when one cried.
No measure of value for bodies.
None for the dead nor alive.
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