Loving You Is Easy ‘Cause You’re Beautiful

Making my harmonic heart skip a beat. You’re a melodic tune, rocking me off, my giant feet. Anyone dare look upon you, they’d be frozen by your beauty. It would be cliche’, to say, that you look like an angel. What does an angel really look like?

Instead, I’ll tell you the truth. If the aurora borealis had a home, it would be your beautiful, magnetic soul. A warm star during the day. The sun and moon child, who’s aura can move a Great Lake. You’re the bright light, lighting up, the darkened sight. Only you can make me see the powerful colors at night.

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Random of the Day: Music for the Heart

The holidays are upon us, and you can feel the joyful aura flowing around. Its like the vibrations of the Earth are unifying the harmonic ground.

Wanted to share a few songs on my holiday playlist!

Mariah Carey – Miss you Most (At Christmas Time)

Michael Buble’ – It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Nat King Cole – The Christmas Song

Wham – Last Christmas

Luther Vandross – Every Year, Every Christmas

Mariah Carey ( J.D. Remix Animated) – All I Want For Christmas Is You

Eartha Kitt – Santa Baby

Officially Missing You

Why can’t I get these thoughts of you out of my mind? I don’t want them! I don’t need them!

Clouds of images suffocating my head. Replaying intimate memories shared in our bed. What can I do? I thought I grew! Guess the images were thawing in a queue.

You were bad for me. I was bad for you. They say opposites attract. We were just too different. Our energies did a retract. I know this. I realize this. Still, I can’t relinquish the bliss, or our kiss. Longing for an emotional switch. I miss our crew! An emotional haiku:

Looking out window

The brown tree’s hair becomes red

A man sad in bed.

Fun times. Good vibes. Time passed us in a blink of an eye. Tamia sang it best when she said Officially Missing You.

Pain, I no longer have to go through. Life goes on, and this I know, is true.

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Mixture of Dreams Part Eight

It’s that time again, all my literary friends. Mr. Giant is teleporting, into mysteriously, groovy lands. Given magical red shoes, to teleport around. Really wanting, to hear musical sounds. *DING* The Giant appears on stage, dancing to “Survivor.” Destiny’s Child, bringing the house down like a WWF, or E, pile driver. No, literally, the stage begin to crash. Too much rockin’, like Jumpin’ Jack Flash.

The Giant teleported again, this time to a land dressed in all black. Though wait, that’s usually reserved for Ms. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack. 🎶 He teleported again, this time on a yellow brick road. Somewhere over the rainbow, where his red shoes were bestowed. Glinda magically appeared, who blessed him the shoes. The Giant thanked her, happy that he sang the blues.

*DONG* The Giant found himself at home, it’s the rhythm of the night. Letting his excitement breathe, so his mind rests in delight. Though the party will live on, it’s that time for bed. This Giant, hopes that all of you wonderful writers, are enchanted with soothing dreams ahead.

Rhythm & Blues

Radiating waves that colors the soul. Surfing the motions, and riding to the shoal.

Taking you on a uniquely, puzzling trip. One that’ll have you rocking those hips.

Evolving throughout the ages, to comfort your heart. Elevating times of history, with countless shades of art.

Fondness, tenderness, and feelings of static. Creating strong shocks of emotions, flowing like magic.

Music as we know it, has never been sweeter. Creating unity, creating a healer.