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Stu Harley Mar 20
When love is a shapeless flame,
It licks at the edges of known,
A yearning that whispers no name,
A hunger for hearts yet unshown.

It dances in whispers and sighs,
A warmth with no form to define,
A mist in the lover's own eyes,
A promise, a feeling, entwined.

Though shapeless, it burns oh so bright,
A beacon in the darkest of the night.
Stu Harley Mar 20
when
we
spread our wings
tonight
like
the
hummingbird
in
flight
brings
the
gift of light
when
shining
through
the
tiny cracks of
your soul
Stu Harley Mar 17
When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a landscape full of trees with empty nooses

My father was a runaway slave, who was captured by them bounty hunters. Daddy wanted to be free and provide for his family

Why do we **** and enslave another man for their differences or the color of his skin? Well, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. The answer derives from the sweet taste of sin, created by the love, the power, and the color of money

The empty nooses keep on blowing in the wind. Still, I remember, when they kicked, beat, and then dragged my daddy, unconsciously toward that old oak tree. Lord, back in the day, Colored People were restricted from sitting or resting underneath the trees with nooses

After they captured my pappy; they wrapped a dry noose around his neck so tight, that I could smell the rope burns on his neck. However, when I opened my eyes, I could only see a landscape full of trees with empty nooses.

They hung my daddy from that tree. Well, I was six years old, and I dropped to my knees. Still, I ask the Lord to spare my father’s life and to forgive these evil people, for they do not know what they do.

God put His hand in the story. Then, He clapped His Hands, and His spiritual power released the nooses from all the dead slaves.

God said, “Walk with me, and you shall receive eternal life in the kingdom of heaven. Walk with me down this road of light."

Then, He hurled a bolt of lightning at the landscape of empty nooses and said, from this day forth, I promise thee, that empty nooses shall never be the fruit among these trees.

Never again, shall empty nooses blow in the win
Stu Harley Mar 16
boy... don't you let
the
lefthand know
what the righthand
is doing and everything
will be alright
then
who shall
i
trust...just trust in the Lord
Stu Harley Mar 15
on the day of
the last supper
we
break bread with Jesus

I
sat by His right hand
and he always knew

that the flesh is
weak in mankind

He looked at me again
while
fresh eyes journeyed into my soul

there to find the reason
for the unholy betrayal

then
my soul replied in broken tears
for thirty shekels of gold
Stu Harley Mar 15
Walls I built, a fortress of my own,
Crumbled by affection, a love yet unknown.
Fear's iron grip, a cell I called my heart,
Shattered by tenderness, a brand new start.

Tears that once were prisons, now cleansing rain,
Washing doubt away, a sweet, gentle pain.
Vulnerability blooms, a fragile rose,
Love's sunlight breaks through, where darkness arose.

Free from isolation, a symphony plays,
A chorus of joy in love's vibrant maze.
When love breaks me free, wings begin to take flight,
Soaring on courage, bathed in golden light.
Stu Harley Mar 15
No need to bridge the space, no chasm to mend,
Love thrives in the distance, a bond that transcends.
The miles may stretch onward, a map yet unseen,
But hearts beat in rhythm, a constant, serene.

The space holds a beauty, a freedom to grow,
Each path is independent, where dreams freely flow.
Trust whispers like starlight, a beacon so bright,
Connecting our souls in the canvas of night.

Love isn't a tethered boat, chained to the shore,
Its galaxies are swirling, always.
In absence, we cherish, in silence, we hear,
Love is all the space between us, my dear.
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