he had hands like skyscrapers that seemed to extend into galaxies and I swear I could feel the burn of the stars in his touch, a touch that granted me a million wishes and gave me the feeling that I could fly and I did, every time he touched me with those big brown hands made of sky
just a thought
I want to be loved with the same passion MJ had for his music
in the garden
your soul is a garden in which I seek refuge it is always spring here and the flowers are always in bloom allow me to sit here a while to get lost in the beauty and the sweet fragrance of the roses to hear the daffodils blow their horns and to listen as the wind calls out to me let me dance with the sun and sway along with the breeze let me remain here forever for this place has all I...
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.– Rumi (via myquotelibrary)
I saw Christ in his eyes, He was visible in the way he talked and in the way he walked. Oh, the way he walked. I saw Christ in his eyes, I saw him in the way he treated others. Yes, especially in the way he treated others. I saw Christ in his eyes, a light from heaven shone brightly on his face and oozed out of the pores in his skin. It bubbled up and poured out over the rim, He was visible in...
Hip-Hop Haiku #2
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah I got you all in check, when I step ay yo I step correct, Woo-Hah!!!
asking too much?
May I shake your hand? May I have a hug? Can I have a kiss? Can I have your love? Is that too much to ask for?
I wonder what the birds dream about. Do they dream of something other than flying? Because I mean, what is there other than flying?
she cut at her arms as if freedom was to be found under her skin
Pearl Cleage had a talk on campus today and this...
3 things: - meditate (at leaste for 30 minutes a day) - keep a journal wand write in everyday (about anything.) - and listen to lots of Bob Marley
season of joy
tis’ the season when those who have sown with tears will reap with songs of joy
فَاصْبِرْ صَبْرًا جَمِيلًا
Endure all adversity with beautiful patience.
She walks with bruised wings, self inflicted marks caused by lies she once believed. The scratches and the marks had her forgetting her ability to fly, yet another lie. For there is one who sees the beauty in tattered wings, and gives freedom and flight to battered things. One who relishes in those who flaunt their scars with pride, one who tries to get her to remember the day he taught her how...
Lord, help me to be what You want me to be In character, actions, and will,...– Fitzhugh (via thetahjmowryblog)
sometimes when I’m alone my chin craves it’s nook in the dimple above your collarbone