A Great Love Lost

Goddess morning Royals πŸ‘‘. First, give praise and worship to the all High.

A woman and man meets by chance or by design. He finds a way to get her to let him in. She is not sure because she doesn’t trust easily. He’s persistent and neither is willing to fold, but she gives him a chance.

In his presence she still will not allow herself to be vulnerable. He doesn’t want her vulnerability, he wants her strength. Their encounter is beautiful. Their souls seems connected but their minds is the force keeping them isolated. Their communication is intertwined. The only people see it is those around them.

The energy they give off is unbearable to others but contagious to those breathing it in. The infection grows as they continue to resist what is destined to be. Then it happens a break in this epic encounter. A smile, then laughter, and then a quick touch and the kinetic energy burst into the atmosphere. It is clear there is something stronger than them here. Her guard is down and his will to have and protect her is great.

Months of these encounters will increase their connection to one another but the truth must be revealed and will be. A year into their love πŸ’™ tragedy strikes, his father will pass. This will be a test of their love but he pulls away. He leaves her and she is damaged. She feels like her soul had been ripped from her body. She tries to repair what is destroyed but can’t. She allows another to take his place but it’s not a good fit for her. She decides she will not mourn in the lost but live in the moment. Still there’s a void that can’t be fulfilled. Promising to always be empty.

Two years past and by design they walk into each other on the street. The connection is strong but the questions are greater. They chat but the energy, the need is present. She is torn between the now and then. He wants to explain but she won’t allow it. They depart but not before exchanging contact info. She gives him a hug and he gives her a kiss. That sparked a flame that is still burning between the both of them.

Not even a day had passed before they were reunited, leaving whomever in their rearview. Knowing it was wrong to leave these people without a real reason, they did what they thought was necessary. Things were the same but different and they both could tell something, but what was different. They talked but both held back the obvious making their connect weak. The circle which once was whole now had a missing link. They would work to get back what they thought they lost but nothing reconnected that link.

Two years into their relationship another incident will take them away from one another. He’s badly injured in a car accident. She tries to be there for him but being a war vet he tells her he will heal. This too opened a few links in their circle. She felt like he was finding something. She pulls back giving him the necessary space required for him to go through his misfortune. Secretly watching and helping from afar, she doesn’t push herself on him. Still a couple but very different, they maintain.

A few more years go by and she experience death after death of love ones. Knowing she can’t turn to him for comfort she turns to another. He’s jealous and accuses her of cheating. She tells him nothing happened. He believes her but wants to know why she didn’t turn to him. She tells him “because you never turns to me.” She tells him, he doesn’t believe in their love, passion, or souls. So why it that she must be the bad guy for wanting compassion? Unable to answer because he knows she’s right he accepts it and move on. This forces him to pay more attention to her but she knows it won’t last.

A nasty truth is discovered when they are out on one of their many dates. There’s others involved in their relationship. Afraid to speak on it in public they decide to wait until they were alone and in the comfort of their own home.

A child is growing within her and a divorce that never happened had been revealed. She is devastated. She wants out of it all. A stressful and willful miscarriage happens also by design. She realize this wasn’t meant to be nothing but a encounter that they made into a life.

He shows her the separation papers that will lead into the divorce but she won’t accept them or his excuse. He disappears, the baby is no more and their relationship is over for good.

Three long years had passed and once again fate has dealt them a hand of immortality. This connection will not die. How many times do they throw it away only for it to come back? She doesn’t want it but he does. She promised herself no more of the forbidden fruit. She knows of it’s delicious sweetness and bitter truth. Her heart wants in the her mind is strong with doubt. She is certain of the pain she is just getting over. She tells him no but he is once again persistent. She fights for her sanity while he plays with his. Her heart πŸ’” broken one too many times realizes he is her poison and he will be her death. She walks away with her broken heart in her hand and her mind wondering what if.

Will this be the last encounter these souls will ever have? Will their destiny ever be fulfilled? Will the love that continues to bring them together be the same love that tears them apart for life?

Who knows? Since life isn’t over for either maybe they will encounter one another and the streak of disappointing misshapes will be broken and they will have their happily ever after.

Sending you all kisses and hugs. #GoddessLove

A Look Into A Woman’s Existence

Watch her eyes
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“A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman, ” she told him.
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“I don’t understand, ” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”
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Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
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“All women cry for no reason, ” was all his dad could say.
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The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry…
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Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked , “God , why do women cry so easily ?”
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God said
“When I made the woman she had to be special.
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I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
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I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
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I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up , and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
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I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances , even when her child has hurt her very badly.
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I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
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And finally , I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
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“You see my son , ” said God , “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears , the figure that she carries , or the way she combs her hair.
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The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes , because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
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Please send this to ten beautiful women you know today. If you do , – You will boost another woman’s self-esteem. I’m also waiting
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Pass it on to men too – perhaps they will then understand “why women cry….
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Dedicated to beautiful ladies.

The Summer Is Upon Us

Goddess afternoon Royals πŸ‘‘. First, give praise and worship to the Lord.

Secondly, hope all is well with you all.

The birds are up early. The trees are in full bloom and the sun is brightly shining. The warm days are among us and I’m loving it. Summer is a great time of the year. It’s when families comes together and fill the atmosphere with joy and laughter. It’s when children get their break from school and get to stay up longer. Days are longer and nights are beautiful; full of romance. It’s also when the pest of bugs and bees makes life a little uncomfortable, but we manage.

With all that Joy and excitement comes, what we in Baltimore, call hatred. It’s when the killings get worse and right now we can’t afford any worse. Right now we can use all the good and love in the world. If a person could get rich from the words “REST IN PEACE”, they would be there richest in the world because that’s all we see and hear in Baltimore. I’m tired if it! We as people seem to think one person shine, sparkles more than another, but no one knows the hurt , pain, blood, sweat, not tears that went into that shine.

Why turn someone else’s smile into frown because you aren’t sure how to get that shine? Why ruin what someone else worked hard for because you are lazy as fuck or just too distracted by their shine to get yours? Why destroy lives because you refuse to focus on your future?

Don’t make what they believe to be true, a fact! Us killing us Genocide is a horrible way to live. There is no love in killing the next man, woman, nor child to get shine when your grind should get you where you want to be. Who knows with the right mindset your shine might be greater than the one you want to kill for his.

Just know this, the universe is horrible with karma and she will deliver unto you a fate worse than the one you put out there. The Lord himself will allow the vengeance that you seeked when you started the war you wasn’t prepared for. He will allow a death far worst than the one you created to fall upon you or your love ones. He will take from you more than you took from another. Be careful of your karma!

Summer is among us but so is either the serpent of hell or the angel of happiness. The choice is yours.

Sending you kisses and hugs. #GoddessLove

A Cry In The Wind

Goddess morning Royals πŸ‘‘. First, give praise and worship to the all High.

It’s a great warm, but breezy day, as I walk along a path in the park. My head is cloudy even though there’s no clouds in sight. I came here to try to clear my thoughts so I can focus on my writing but it doesn’t seem to be helping. I take a seat on a bench to relax and enjoy the breeze but there’s a faint sound in the wind.

I ignore it because it could only be the wind and nothing more. Once again I try to relax. The fog in my head is starting to clear but there is goes again that sound, but it’s a little louder. I stand to take a look around me, but nothing. I listen harder to see in which direction is it coming but still nothing. Once again, it’s the wind whistling.

Feeling slightly better I began to walk again, the breeze is getting stronger but still warm. Against my back the breeze pushes, like it’s forcing me in a certain direction. I think to myself, maybe it wants me to find the whisper amongst it’s current. I walk just a little faster, but the breeze stop blowing. A calm is now amongst me, and I stop to take a deep breath. It’s silent for once and like I thought the sound was only the wind. Without the wind the temperature is the right warmth for me, but as I look around others are sweating out of control. They are wishing for the breeze and since I don’t mind either way, I guess I was too.

It came strong like mother nature was running for her life. Strong and forceful as if a storm was upon us. I just crossed my arms and enjoyed it but the noise was loud and it sounded like someone calling out for help. I spin in the direction the wind was coming from but it change before I could get my bearings. Before long the sound surrounded me like a warm blanket. I couldn’t pin point the cry because it kept changing. It called my name, it cried for help, it’s yelled for control, it begged for understanding, it pleaded for directions, it was reaching out to me but I couldn’t reach back. I stood spinning, trying to not allow it to consume me, but it was, and I was afraid the outcome.

I yelled, I can’t find you! I want to help just tell me where you are! Then nothing it got quiet again and the breeze was no more. I asked others around me did they hear the cry for help. Everyone I asked said no. I’m lost, how can this be? The cry was so loud and so real. How is it I’m the only one to hear it? Then I hear it again but now like at first, just a faint breeze. But I don’t go looking for it because I have no idea where it’s coming from. I sit and concentrate on it’s direction so I can help, but it just there. No direction, just there.

I start to pray and ask for the person to be helped and before you know it the sound is gone and a voice comes over me and said, “That’s all I’ve been waiting on, you to ask for help.” “I replied, “I’m not asking for me, I’m asking for the cry in the wind.” The voice says back, “I know that’s why I’m here, to help you. Your conscience spoke so loud to me, that I couldn’t ignore it any longer. So I’m here to offer my help where you have cried for it.” Then tears ran down my face and all I could do is say, “THANK YOU!” For He heard my silent cry in the wind.

Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove