WHY

LOVE IN HER SOUL

There is a saying that "through a woman's eyes you can see the love in her soul" .

 So he wondered; "Is her love true for me"?

Even though her actions give answer in Biblical definition of Love, his past wounds caused him to ponder if it's real or  if it's plastic?.

With one lift of his hand gently on her chin he turns her head towards his face and searched for her soul through her eyes and found himself looking into a mirror.

He saw the truth of a love he feared and abandoned her to the fleshly desires of the world and its harlots,

Giving the appearance of dreams come true, but soon to prove false and full of selfish grief.

Through supplication and submission she pleaded for his revelation to give vision of her rooted Love for him, but he blinded himself with rejection towards her.

With a sudden blow to her soul, she bore the seed of pain.

She yielded for endurance each day...

BREATHE

JUST BREATHE

 Your faith will create a strength that surpasses the agony that chokes you.

"Easier said than done" is a theory your doubt creates to excuse the pain you allow to devour the synthetic happiness another being implanted in your spirit. 

PLEASE BREATHE 

The dry drowning in your lungs brings about an appearance of starvation. Eyes dark and sunken, lips dry and brittle, body weak and fragile.

YOU HAVE TO BREATHE

Don't allow such a shameful demise from false hope your deceiver intrigued in your ear upon pillow talk that you fought through to receive.

Bleed the voice out of your ears, drain the love from your eyes, sweat the fight out of your pores, flow the freedom of emotion out of your lips.

NOW BREATHE

Your future is before you. Clear as the darkness, bright as the stars. Allow your strength to burn with the passion your worth wills in your need to retrie...

WHY

Why does love escape me?

In times past and present, I pull for you, I reach for you, but you never give way to me.

Why do you hide from me?

I search for you on straight roads and around corners just to find little doses of crevasses that only leads to dead ends with no way of freedom to your expressions.

Why do I crave you?

To taste you, to smell you, to feel you, to sense you? I'm ready for your jaults and juggles, hear my pleading cry to endure you with loyalty so pure. I pray to know you with every inch of my morallic being from the most high, I can never forsake you.

Why allow their poisons to deviate your isolations from me?

I see the illness in you, but with God I'm your divine cure, with praise to thee I'm a factor in your immunity.

Ready to pounce for you,

Ready to fight for you,

Ready to submit within you, for you, to you.

Why do you lie to me?