I want my words to provide stitching to her wounds. I want my words the follow the emptying chambers of her heart and fill them. Not only with my love for her, but through her learning to love her like I love her. I’ll be the basilisk fang to her problems.
I want to be able to express how I feel and this is how I know best. My heart flows into tandem with the pen ink as it hits the page. My deepest emotions are letters typed through my keyboard. How else can I sing my praise to an angel? Every post is a love letter to her. Every word is and ode to her beauty.
Life’s biggest blessing has been to love her.
And I would love nothing more than have the opportunity to continue to know her. To learn every version of her and learn how to love that phase the most. To be better at listening. To slow down and meet her where she’s at. To elevate her. TO praise her. To see the world with her. But to also see the world reflected in her eyes. Shit’s rough out here. And as a man I fail to provide. My tortured mind never silences. But I would hold all my anguish and still carry hers as long as she had some sense of peace. I always say she’s the biggest piece of my peace and I mean it. I hope she could say the same despite all my shortcomings. Despite my failures as a man.
I want to be creative with her. Co write a book. Co produce a movie. Go half and half on some babies. What a wonderful life it would be. She excites me. She saves me. I miss her. I want to show her the world. I want this foundation of patient love I’m trying to build for her to allow us to build a steady home. Home in each other. Home in love. Anchor each other to sanity. so neither of us gets lost in our storms. Idk.
She’s everything and idk how else to say it. Or if my words are ever good enough.
I just hope she knows.
long night thoughts
I want to Live.
I no longer want to exist. I no longer want to miss out on the beauty in everyday. I want to travel, to love, to learn. I want to write and write and write. I want to be loved. And be loved for me. I want to be seen. I want to create something timeless. I want to be someone’s everything. I want to see all the colours of all the sunsets and all the full moons in all the night skies. I want to be lost in her eyes. And to give to her endlessly. Everyday I want the opportunity to have gained something. And tbh I’m blessed I have someone that cares. I do. I want to live with her. I live for her. I want to grow. I want to elevate her through prayer, hardwork, listening, time and effort. Effort that is healing myself so that I can be her rock. effort that is learning how to serve her. Effort that is becoming the provider I want to be. What a blessing it has been to know her.
I want to live. But I want to live and experience it all with her by my side. Hand in Hand. Shared breath. Kisses and ‘trips’. Following the curve of the outline of her smile until I find my own forming. Knowing love is the happiness I get when she laughs. Fantasizing about how good life will be together for us in 2 years time… Idk. I’m trashed and humbled. Embarrassed and naked. I write this and hope my words reach the places my physical presence could never touch. I pray coverage over us.
She is why art and poetry exist.
She is unmatched.
In face, mind, body, soul.
She is the image of perfection.
:)
No longer disturbing my inner peace
For a piece of the enemy.
I've been trying to piece together my healing while still holding on to what's damaging.
It's my troubled thoughts and me.
I'm great and I know it.
Nobody else has to see that it me anymore for me to be able to hold it.
If you wanna grow into better, I'd love to share the journey down this road and
I pray peace over her everything.
Now the last enemy standing in front of me is the inner me I'm developing.
2024 we're on to better things.
hopefully hand in hand on a 'we in this together' thing.
Within.
When the Silence becomes deafening
I turn my ears towards you God.
Or maybe rather the you that lies within me.
The tiny voice that I hear and the guidance I seek.
Aligning my stars with their peace.
Trying to line up with the I and I like this was a Rasta thing.
I pray coverage over my temperament. This upcoming month I really was to focus on bettering how I react to things. I want to continue to move with love. I want to continue to challenge myself to grow. I want to be in tune with everything I want to be. I want to receive everything I desire while being able to enjoy it because I believe I deserve it. I want to grow and build with her. I want to bring her past this darkness this world surrounds her with and remind her that her place is amongst the heavens.
She’s Celestial.
She’s superlunary.
The title of my love story is “The Moon and Me”.
I plan to love her through her dark nights. Love her through her cycles. Love her “new moon” as much as I love her “full moon”. Love her crescent as much as I praise her whole. I want to help fill her until her cycle completes and she is back to the image of herself that even she can praise. She shines so bright. I sway graciously in her pull. I bask in the miracle of having got to know her. And that’s the truest way I can describe having gotten to know her. Life’s most simple yet grand pleasure. The biggest part of my everyday. So i sing her praise like a wolf pronounces their admiration of the full moon. And I hope my love fills every crater…every ‘flaw’ (cause she’s perfection to me)… every phase. Hakuna Matata.
I hope I can spirit away her problems. Lead her healing through prayer and effort. Through love and attention and safety. To love the someone as immense as the moon is no small task… But like I said earlier, I want to challenge myself. I hope she finds relief in the ways I love her. And I plan to better myself everyday.
To a better temperament all 2024.
To a girl who is Peace.
She is patiently crafted.
Perfection.
Rare. Real. Royal.
Everything.
Timeless.
You’re the moon that's plastered against my night sky.
You’re the Angel whose Northern Star I follow for guidance.
Your presence is Cosmic and inspirin'.
Let me praise your every inch and help you reach all the dreams that are packed behind your eyelids.
I’m happy that the love I have for you survived all this extra mileage.
Let me love you back to whole and praise your soul my queen/your highness.
I pray your healing to comes from the golden streets where the most high lives.
You’re the best slice of the warmest apple pie and
I love you. I love you. i love you. I’d say i do a million times miss.
~The Fewture.
Seasons Pass
My spirit changes with the seasons. But i’m hoping my soul finds the opposing effects. I hope i can grow warmer as the days get colder and darker. I sit at the spot where i’ve shed the most tears And tonight’s no easier. Everything sits heavy on my fatigued shoulders. Tonight is no easier I swear. But I welcome the zoom of passing cars that disrupts my mind’s travel. I hear the humbling nature of God’s messaging. And the only thing I would change is how much I failed these past however months. Failed to listen. Failed to provide safety. Failed to play my part.
I wanna change how lethargically I approach my days. I try to hold her up as I drown. I try to smile when I carry no happy. It literally has started to snow as I write this. Maybe there’s purity in the change I need. I need to be better to receive better. I need to listen more so I can hear. I need to heal so I can give her healing. Unconditionally. I must forgive myself. And change these dark days into passionate ways. The concrete surrounding the foot that I left stuck in my destructive ways is cracking. And a whole garden is growing. And the spring of my change is coming early. And the coldness doesn’t feel as much like home as it once was. I use to think dark days suited me best. But maybe light and love is better fashion.
I would never trade the lessons this patch of life had taught me. Never plan to lose the messaging. The newfound meaning of love I found is a blessing. And now I can share it. I can be grateful for the piece of heaven she brings to my earth. The largest piece of my peace.
She’s cosmic.
Beautiful.
Covered.
The most perfectly crafted soul.
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Holding back tears as I walk.
Tryna listen to my heart’s damaged chords as it talks.
I guess the healing’s lonely and dark
ready or not
i’m ready to give my all to you. To provide your peace. To build with you. To love you right. to praise the wonder woman you are. And i hope you know you’re safe here and see the beauty in us.
never forget the young lady that you are. Not only are you divinely favoured and crafted but you are HER. You are MKB. Getting to 2024 was a big success in itself. And everything you’ve grown through is immense. Don’t undercut all you’ve accomplished for things that don’t serve the person you are growing to be. Thats 2023’s dead weight. The things brought into your gravity this year need to be positive, need to serve you, and hold you up in the night sky, and need to be of God. And you know what those things are. Never let the whispers of the devil lead you astray. You’re special which means your target is bigger. You’re soul and mind and talented isn’t meant to be boxed in. You’re just at the footsteps of the cosmic journey you are meant for. And as a celestial the stars are meant for you so keep shooting high. I’m ready to see what’s in store for you. And i’m ready to support you in anyway. Believe in that. You know it’s true.
don’t downplay how strong you are. how unique you are. don’t question that you belong. that’s the devil’s work. discouraging you from the path you’re meant to be on. the greatness that’s at your fingertips, waiting to be grasped. your calling. your callings.
you are the strongest human on the planet. And a daily inspiration. And 2024 you will know this. You will grow to see how strong you really are. Even if just through my love for you alone. I know an angel when I see one. And i’ll be your guardian, your light, your heart , your armour in this crazy world.
and i will always be here to serve and share and grow and learn. your burden is my burden. and your successes will be your success. i just want to make sure i support you the best that i can. And be the man that stands beside God’s best. To be the support to the planet’s most beautiful soul, inside and out.
i wish you could take my eyes for even a second. just one glance and you’d see….. you wouldn’t believe the things i feel about you. How beautiful you are to me. What you mean to me….
Your name will one day be synonomous with the greats.
Sometimes you have to crawl. and the crawling stage is long and frustrating because others around you are walking already, some are off on bikes with the training wheels. And we’ve crawled long enough. So in 2024 let’s learn to walk. To walk into better, into success, into happiness, into healing, into trusting each other to be peace, to be each other’s shelter, to water each other’s gardens. Let’s walk into all of our blessings. Let’s be the best version of our selves. Let’s walk into our renewed passions. And get to april and be proud of who we became. Yah?
you’re one of one.
pure.
whole.
rare.
Renew
Renewed the lease on my passions.
trying to tap back into the God in me.
I hope to be renewed by the love i seek.
i hope she has the time to invest in me.
She sits atop the list of my passions eternally.
🙏🏽
Renew me.
Renew me through love. Through your love… through her’s. I know this is where I’m supposed to be rn. But can we expedite forever? I know the divine timing is not my own. Maybe i had to be humbled to this level to be reminded the blessing she truly is. I’d never want to lose her. So I ask you renew me through love. Restore my strength. Mend my heart. Elevate me. Change me. Build me from where I am.
Allow me to be a vessel. So that I can renew her through love. Through your light. Jah bless.
Thanks
Dream Big 