Not easy

Love is not easily obtained and sometimes it takes you coming out of yourself to
see it.

Mic

Music is my world. It uplifts me. It transforms me. It takes the world of my cares
away. It strengthens me. It brings a new me out. It heals me. It calms me. It
moves me (literally). It is needed in my life. It is my voice. It is me. All I
need is 1 mic!

Past Love

Her song is louder than a marching band. Her beauty reveals that there must be a
God. The thought of her causes stars to shine brighter. Her kiss is my dream.
Her eyes speak of love. The beat of her heart plays my jam. Her touch raises the
hair on my neck. Her embraces is what I need.

For Her

Its vibration creeps deep into the pores of your soul and forever changes you. The taste of it captures your thoughts and keeps you bound to its passion. The call of its scent whispers to your nose. Delight in its presence for it truly is a rare experience. The beat of its core can be heard in silence. Take your time and measure its beauty. Words can’t define it, nor can they describe it. It is elusive but obtainable when open to the gift it brings. “They write movies of this”. The sway of its essence causes unimaginable pleasure even from a distance. Its dance grabs your rhythm and changes your vibe. Can you feel it? Can you taste it? Can you touch it? Would you keep it if you could? Its distance brings worlds together. “No mountain to high. No river too wide” to keep it away from itself. It draws closer when mirrored unto itself. Nothing, I mean nothing can detour its arrival. Time stands still for it. Silence speaks to it and it speaks silent nothings to its beneficiary. It’s confident in its presence and stands the test of time. Can you feel it? Can you illustrate it now? I like to its everything, – LOVE. Rest in it.