My Cherie Amour, lovely as a summer day
My Cherie Amour, distant as the milky way
My Cherie Amour, pretty little one that I adore
You’re the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine.
This song by Stevie Wonder goes on and on, also co written by Sylvia Moy and Henry Cosby which I found out recently; this is just about the first part of the lyrics. I love listening to this music which was released in January 28, 1969.
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Thank God it’s Friday
Time to unwind and relax
Put on my dancing shoes
And move to the rythm of
music without a care in the world
Just to express my gratitude
For success achieved.
I would like to thank God it’s Friday
Fulfillment of achievements
Chimes of euphony in my head
Baton in hand for my sake
Tap my shoes in dancing effect
Strike the Violin to fill
my heart with sounds of music.
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When I tell people that I blog, some feel so excited for me while others just don’t understand what I’m getting at. The mystery behind blogging is yet to be discovered by many.
There are so many reasons why people blog…I for instance blog to write my heart out…I love to write my heart out because it elates me just the way music soothes the soul…I want my thoughts to be out there…The words flying around in my heart, head and soul waiting to be unleashed, asking to be free, to inspire, to excite and be analysed by readers.
Blog for the right reasons, when you do it just because others are doing it, then you loose focus easily…Not just that; you get to a certain time and ask yourself “what was I even thinking?”
I blog basically about love. WHY??? Love defines me…I attract love…I live love…I want more of it…I release lots of it into the air that surrounds me…I want people to live in love and enjoy life- eddaz
Blogging isn’t for everyone… But what is special about it is that it makes you find yourself..It stimulates your senses thereby making such an impact hard and relieving enough to create paths of discovery, relief, healing…And for some it’s a source of financial settlement.
Why is blogging so special to you?
A fully grown woman in all proportions is expected to be asked out by men whether handsome or ugly, tall, short or whatever. It’s rather devastating when a girl of eighteen and above, single, pretty and descent isn’t asked out by any guy but only admired once in a while with kind gestures.
What could be the problem here? I met with a friend of mine yesterday who introduced me to her younger cousin of twenty-four, pretty girl I must admit. Apparently she has never be asked out by a guy talkless of being kissed😮😮 isn’t that rather ridiculous… Literally she has been missing out on the sumptuous kisses and attention of cute guys.
Now how do I come in here? I’m supposed to help hook her up with a guy and then I asked her ‘Tell me about yourself’ she goes thus…. “I’m a very shy lady, I love reading, not really the social type, I’m a virgin” but of course she has to be….I mean she has never been asked out except… Honestly, I would prefer not to hook her up but try to help prepare her for the experience of getting herself hooked.
The point here is that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with her nature except there must be something she isn’t saying. One thing I noticed about her was that she’s exceptionally shy; in this day and age I haven’t met a guy that wants the shy, innocent mummy’s girl, unfortunately…Technology has changed men and other things. No one wants to hang out with the boring type; also she doesn’t have those attractive smiles that makes a guy pee in his pants…
What should a girl that has never been asked out by a guy do to have them running after her?
Images emerging before me
Justified magnitude of emotions
Artistic touch to my heart
Pulling out wrapped comforting words
From my mouth to the flamed skin
Unseen images I sense
In a musical string of lyrics
A therapy of love I desire
Patching the damaged edges of it
To reach the altitude of arousal
Beaming the ambience of love
To be wrapped around my world
Music of love to my ears unremittingly
I see it not; I feel it; I believe in it.
It’s wet from the rain
Promises of a sunny day
Sunday Feelings that I crave
Creativity on my mind
To write my heart out
Listen to the lyrics of a love song
To keep me in the mood
Of great things yet to come!
K-Ci & Jojo singing that old love song into my heart. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
This is one love song by Teddy Pendergrass. I sang it so much back then even though I didn’t understand the lyrics. Though I do now😀😀
Strange lyrics streaming in the air
The blue sky smiled down excitedly
Clouds floating in wondrous delight
She moved like the lyrics of the music
Her voice, the melody of the birds
Her sight, a thunderous awe to behold
Nature she told, she has come to repress
The trees are crying, they have been cut down
The greens are wilting by the chemical invasion
Balance in the system by vocal utterance.
Storm raged my inner being
almost wrenched out my heart
with fierce agony, I walked down the streets
dogs barking at me
flies created settlement in my filthy hair
I staggered around dragging my feet
nowhere to go
while contemplating suicide
the lord appeared
he wiped away my tears
held me in his arms
fed me
clothed me
he shamed the demons
and set me free
here I am today, the storm is over
I can see the light now as heaven has smiled down on me.
I have always loved this song written and produced by R. Kelly, it was released back then in year 2000. Please enjoy it as much as I do. It’s a music that will take you back memory lane, ginger your spirit, revive your inner mind, set you on the motion path of inspiration to determination, to survive and succeed regardless of all obstacles.
Storms will always wither away, just if only we are patient and believe we will make it. We all go through storms, no one on this earth is an exception, the strong one will stand the test of time.
Everyone including me has a story to tell, the good, bad, ugly and stimulating ones. We shall have good stories to tell as we remain firm, strong and faithful for others to learn from it and also have hope to move on.
This post is in response to the one word prompt. Storm.
