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Who will love this man?

A question I sometimes ask myself at night while alone listening to music and feeding to  my oral fixation with a cigar I purchased from an Asian restaurant.

Deep thoughts circle in my mind. Some so dark that I immediately pray they never escape my mind. Others so enlightening that I fear ill be crucified if I ever form words to express them.

You see, I’m afraid of myself. My essence and my power make me feel like I’m the Sun; beautiful to look at but too dangerous to get close to.

My clairvoyant persona something I sometimes wish I could hide but like the sun surrounded by clouds its only a matter of time before the light on the other side peaks through again.

As I begin to regain focus my vision clears and I recognized my path, filled lighted and  truth.

Yet some nights I still find myself asking:

“Who will love this man?”

Who will be brave enough to love the man who holds the power to either heal or destroy the world?

HE, he will love Self; for his survival in this dimension rest upon this defining decision.

 

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Things to do the next time I fall in love 

Tell her she’s beautiful, and that no matter how fast the years past she’ll always be that way to you. Show her that no matter how cruel the world is she’ll always be what gets you thru.

Give her a home to preform her blessing. Make her feel your warmth even when you aren’t  present.

Give her your undivided attention. Apologize for your mistakes, even the ones she doesn’t mention.

 Give her enough time to see your vision and when ever she cooks offer to clean the kitchen.

Be her truth and show her the light. When things go left be the reason they go right.

Put her on game and show her what’s up. Stay down for her until y’all come up. 

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