A Love Story?

A love story?
My love story?
No!

I wanted to write one but I hadn't any inspiration for quite awhile.
I had no point of reference; nothing worthwhile.
My love life was bleak and I hadn't a thing to convey,
I even tried finding revelation from a cute little cliche...

'All is fair in love and war,'
'Love conquers all,'
or even it's
'Better to have loved and lost then to never had loved at all.'

See, truth be told I was actually quite jaded,
I couldn't fathom why the discussion on
that thin line between love and hate
had never been thoroughly debated.
Because at the time I was watching my love for love
slowly begin to fade from rejection.
And my connection for affection,
needed an immediate resurrection.

Then from the heavens
came a voice that was stern and sincere.
It suggested that,
"in the meantime while you're awaiting on
what you think love is to come near.
I want you to listen carefully,
because here's what you'll do,
love and find Me because I'm
the only One who makes all things new."

Immediately afterwards
there was this vibration of elation;
the truth had become apparent.
Love in it's purest form is about me becoming
more transparent.
I mean,
this love thing required that I open up some layers.
Love was looking a lot like home because
I swear it had rooms, a kitchen and even some stairs.

"Love IS a house!
And you've got the key!
So open up and let me into your heart,
baaabby!
Love is a...."

In the past
I thought in order for love to last
that I had to put up a fight.
Immaturely I dimmed my own light in order to make us bright.

..and somehow I thought that was right.

Never did I just STOP.
To take the time to realize that love is God
which means God is love
and this thing called love only comes from up above.

The love I had been neglecting it had come and it found me,
and it cleaned me up so well it left no signs of debris.
And from the looks of things,
new beginnings sure do look good on me.

Because I'm smiling more;
I have a whole lot more to live for.
And not only do I receive but I also gracefully give love now.
Guess what else!?
I also broke that "I will never love again" vow.

..I know, I know.

My heart and soul has been woken up,
and within me the passion of Christ has truly erupt.
And this very love story was only written because
I've been loving me some of you..
..and some of you..
..and yes, even some of you too..

I admit that I once was burned,
but for me that has only become a lesson learned.
Because today I follow a Man who is holy-- He tells no lies.
He gives me time to heal and doesn't judge any of my cries.

My heart has been hidden in the depths of thy King,
so I silenced the thoughts that only equated love to being
the receiving of a ring.

And since I know everything is done according to
His purpose and His plan,
just as I know He's prepping me,
I believe He's also preparing my future husband.

Because love is predetermined
and we can't beat fate.
You've just gotta learn the art of contentment
and practice having faith while you wait.

So in the end I hope that you all receive
the moral of the story,
because I've made you a witness to
see how love showered me with goodness
and cloaked me in its glory.

Today love is much easier for me
to live, to write and to talk about,
all from the discovery that it was God's love
I couldn't do without.

A love story?
My love story?
Yes!

Him

You're the beginning of a perfect verse.
You feed people truth that needs not be rehearsed.
You encourage giving back to one's own community,
and you have brought out the very best from within me.

You speak out from the abundance of your heart.
You give life to words and you give hope a start.
You teach others to have a voice of their own,
and when I fear the unknown,
you feel like home.

You, feel like home..

You're the still in the midst of the night,
where the soul challenges the body to become forthright.
You would share your very last penny,
if you knew it would help to advance the lives of many.

You put my feet back on the ground.
Through your spoken words my gift has been found.
You speak my language of love and poetry--
and though you did it unknowingly,
you saved me..

Haiku 10

Resistance is real
because opposing forces
are always present.

Loving Myself

Shhh.
Come close.
Tell me,
can you hear that?

It's the sounds of a sound mind,
because not only am I hearing better
but I'm also listening this time.

And though,
some days I struggle
I know ultimately this is my gift.
Wait.
Move in a little closer,
because I want you to get a full whiff.

That's the smell of my freedom
and the lost of the world's control.
Been in line with His word
so He taught me how carry out this new role.

Hold on.
Look closely.
Tell me,
can you see it now?
Because if your eyes are still wide shut,
then I doubt you can see how.

How remaining ignorant may sometimes
feel like it's bliss,
but walking in faith is the only way out of an abyss.

And personally I wondered why I couldn't
feel His touch.
Until I realized that I hadn't been feeling
me so much.

I was yearning to get right but my heart had nothing left.
I was quick to blame others but unconsciously
I'd been committing my own spiritual theft.

Wasn't until I opened His book
and got into His face.
That I was able to make a turn
and enter into a healthier space.

Where my senses became heightened
because I've been fine tuned.
And no matter how off I may have been
I was never marooned.

So no more waging a war
towards a battle that should not be fought.
Because I know now that
loving myself feels better than I thought.

Haiku 9

Glad that haikus count
or this thirty for thirty
would've been finished.

Haiku 8

I want that new love
where the both of us get fat
from being happy.

Thoughts --> Imagination

Sometimes when I'm all alone I have these thoughts that race through my head in efforts to prepare me for my next piece.
And no matter where I am at that very moment, I imagine myself sitting down in complete silence with my pen and pad conjuring up ways for me to release..

My anxieties, fears and sometimes even stress.
In order to find new ways for me to express my emotions towards all of life's commotions while maintaining healthy spiritual devotion.

And often when I'm deep into my imagination I get this incredible sensation that runs completely through me. The only way to properly describe this feeling is through a quote I once heard in a movie:

"There's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once and it's too much that my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst."

And it's in those few seconds I'm reminded that no matter how dry my mouth, I will always have this ability to quench my own thirst. Because it is I who has all the answers to the questions that my heart seeks. You see, it is me...

No wait, that's all wrong.

It is Him who allows me to choose strength during the times when I feel weak. So when I open my eyes I'm at no surprise because in my reality I've always been a seed a vitality. An embryo of vigor, always growing bigger and bigger.

Which allows me to take what I've learned from my mental vacation and I use it as way to drive my creative stimulation. And beginning from the very moment I sit down and I begin to write the topic on hand may change again and again.

Because my thoughts lead way to imagination-- a great escape. And in my mind there's no true shape, form or limitation as to what I can create. And the use of adjectives, synonyms and rhymes well those are just helpful instruments for me to execute the perfect lines.

My creativity has always had this genuine proclivity towards the truth and writing has been my passion in every form or fashion since my youth. So when I'm all alone and thoughts begin to race through my head preparing me for my next piece.

I know that I can decide to use either caprice as my fuel or my God given ability to simply close my eyes and use imagination as my tool.