We all deserve abundant love
Not the kind that binds you
The type that blinds you
Leaving emptiness and crumbs
We deserve the kind of love
That takes your breath away and breathes
The kind that gives you butterflies
The love that makes you feel seen
Love that understands and feels with you
Intoxicated not confused
Appreciated not abused
They say love hurts
but i don’t think that is true
Crumbs hurt
Abundant love heals and grows
A drop from the sky
formed into a pond
filled up a lake
that turned into a river
an avalanche of water
that filled up an ocean
a simple drop of water
can add to the oceans
with only one drop
we are never insignificant
every drop counts
multiple open windows
A closed door
sky scrappers built from the bottom
health is the best price
when illness is ravaging
thankful for life
but only when you die a little
appreciate the light when in darkness
understand darkness can be light
yearn for a past gone for too long
and miss out on the present and future
what is it a loss?
if it was not meant to be?
sometimes endings are beginnings
multiple open windows
guide you to the open door
waiting just for you
Give a seed water, a plant blooms
Give a child love, a heart soothes
Give a kind touch, a person heals
Give understanding, someone feels seen
No words necessary
Emotional erosion
Of unhealed wounds & pain
Turned into abundant love
Not a word was said
What is regression?
can be progression
shocking impression
perhaps realization
self retaliation
searching obsession
future creation
in the past we see the future
patterns, words, sentences, verse
in the present we learn from the past
analyze, memorize, intellectualize
regression turns to
progressions
when we learn
from our regressions
today is here
yesterday is gone
tomorrow is to come
stressing about yesterday
ruins your today
and creates your tomorrow
blessed be
and live your present
to create your future
direction
A thought in a drop
that turns into water
that flows like a stream
turns into a river
sometimes a pond
or a vast ocean
the trickle
a drop in a thought
The power of a thought
What is a flower
start from a bud
from a tiny little seed
that grows when you feed
no need for greed
a simple flower flourished
cared, watered, nourished
the pedals feathered
multicolored weathered
storms, rains, winds, and hail
the tiny plant prevail
from a seed, bud, plant, flower
photosynthesis bloom
Debths are levels
Levels can be devils
Devils might be rebels
Perhaps Angels
Observers
Permeating thoughts
Developing Plots
Story Line, Paragraph, Block
Cloudy Thoughts
Birthed lead to Clearance
Cathartic Spaces
Divine Places
Rooms in Chaos
Transcend to Melodies, Rhyme, and Flow
The Hands of a writer wrote
The Minds of the author grow
Words of Arte
We wait until Sunday to look fancy
We wait for our birthdays to celebrate life
We delay gratification
for the perfect destination
We don’t take a risk
for the sake of not being brisk
We don’t say I love you
out of fear of rejection
If today was your last day
would you still wait for the next?
Happy Easter
We may not get a 3rd day to rise
but we get every day to live fully
Resurrection
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