Must I wonder if your thoughts are of me? If you are missing me, wanting me, creating heart beats and poet-less words for me? [ i do…]

Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.

If you say something as if it were, that isn't, is it considered a lie, or speaking it into existence?

Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.

Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?

Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?

As a man thinketh so is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.

Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Your test is to forgive those who have hurt you, when you pass your test you will see your breakthrough

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Don't let society's defined genre hold you down, be a free spirit and just write, let society be the one to decide where each piece fits in.

The border is a marketplace. The invisible hand of the powerful governs the crossings.

Problems exist only in the human mind.

Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.

Does making money excite me? No, but I have to make money for my shareholders. What excites me is achievement, doing something difficult.

Tyre management has always been part of the qualifying strategy and the race itself. I dont know about others; I just know that I always push as much as I can to obtain the best result possible.

I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?

My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.