.in my life… no one compares to you

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“There are places I’ll remember…

All my life, though some have changed

Some forever, not for better

Some have gone and some remain…

All these places have their moments…

With lovers and friends I still can recall.

Some are dead and some are living

In my life, I’ve loved them all…

But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you

And these memories lose their meaning

When I think of love as something new.”

These lyrics have always touched my heart. They ring true now more than ever. Love is a beautiful gift. I’ll never understand how the human heart works… but the love I have for myself and for my tribe, it’s all I need. And it keeps me going. It gives me a reason to open my eyes in the morning. It gives me a reason to inhale the world around me and absorb the enormous amounts of life and peace that fill my soul. I’m blessed. I’m happy. I’m grateful. For once. In my life, I now know why it all happened the way it did. I now see where I’m going. And I now can enjoy the ride. This love…. is something new. 

In my life…. I love you more ❤

This love is something new

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.bass

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Back beat
Still mind
Wandering through the street
Light feet
Flow through my hips
Pulsating through my finger tips
Heavy chest
Mellow soul
The rhythm carries me high
Painted with lyrics
Notes flowing low and deep
The beat moves its way up my body
Through me you can see the notes
The sway. The flow.
What you hear is what I feel

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.the beat

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A sweet supple sound that slowly penetrates my soul.

The hum of the bass behind the melody

Slowly stirring up a warmth I once forgot existed

Opening my eyes and seeing the truth

Feeling the beat

Swaying my hips and letting my eyes close once again…

Lost in my mind with the lyrics that preach my soul

Forever drifting to a place that only I can go

One that holds secrets you will never know

The paths I’ve been on, the ones I long for

Every shade of every emotion

Every color of solitude

Slowly repeating itself to the beat I once called home

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