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Love
As we have sprung forward at the beginning of March.
I have been reflecting on the word love and its definition of the word.
The definition of the word love is an intense feeling of deep affection.
The season brings out that and then some.
But despite the definition do we understand how to love?
A friend and I had a conversation about this and how during our lives we've been searching for love.
I mean the love you are supposed o feel according to the movies, the toes curling love. and yet we are now in our 50s and have still experienced that type of love.
I have spent the last three years trying to accept and love myself with all my faults.
I am not perfect nor have I ever thought I was perfect, in my head I created a love that was perfect with the husband and the white picket fence.
And it has yet to happen for me and a few others I know.
Love doesn't judge or criticize you for just being who you are.
Love doesn't go away or stop because a person isn't feeling you.
Love is unconditional and can bring you unmatched joy.
The best part is love is forever and lasting when it comes from a place of pure and unwavering.
Spring has sprung and with that knowledge, this love will find you, and when it does be prepared to receive a gift of the greatest joy.
Live, love, laugh
Sep. 18, 2022
The Tree (strange fruit
I figured with all the calamity in the world around us I would start adding some of my poetry to my blog. both to encourage and share more of my thoughts through my poetry. this poem was written two years ago when all the deaths of young black men by police were becoming an issue and people in my city were doing a lot of protesting with black lives matter, I didn't take my anger to the streets I put pen to paper and wrote a poem in titled The Tree( strange fruit). I hope you get something from it.
The Tree ( strange fruit)
The tree of oak blew in the breeze.
Love of life eternally.
many things have come from the tree.
Strange fruit bore from this tree
I see feet dangling from a branch.
I cry to the top of my lungs brother do you need help?
No reply or motion at all.
The tree was the death of many that fall.
The tree has haunted me in my sleep, as I see my ancestors way down south through the muddy creek.
Lay another body's dangling feet.
The tree has taken many to the promised land.
only because of the color of their black skin.
blood on the leaves and blood on the root.
never bite or steal this strange fruit.
