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Tuesday, June 9, 2020
The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: UNOPENED BOXES (2)
Hello Voo. These writings are magnificent and very sad. To dedicate oneself and find oneself in check. I will repeat myself but always and again your writings resemble my autobiography. In a parallel world, I know this emotion of disappointment. You are as sensitive as crystal exposed to ultra sound. Cracked and intact. I read all of what you expose here .. Certe, often very silent but you offer me my own trip with your writings. Like those who describe a princess and a prince ... The dream of many while being us. I appreciate each of your lines. I get lost in my thoughts and I find myself in you. My last two "poems" were created after reading you. You hold the tenderness and live the inner "sadness". You are my clone which gives me reason to appreciate every word you ask. I will call it the potion of memories. Very sweet to swallow and hard to digest. The angels watch over you just as they do over me. Without fighting, we remain victorious and our reward is the purity of our souls. Nice end of the day Voo and take care of yourself.
You have rendered me speechless, Phillipe. In light of the soul crushing experience I have just gone through, my wounded ego, heart, mind amd spirit desperately needs to hear tender words such as these. I confess, I have all but lost all confidence in myself as a poet, a person and a woman. That is the price you pay, I suppose for joining your soul with another's and then having that other soul reject the very thing that makes you who you are. I have always been wounded by rejection and disappointment even as I sought love in all it's forms but now I find myself sliced too ribbons and terrified at the mere thought of opening myself back up to another man. Because, this man was my other self, my other half and if he doesn't understand me, then how can I expect anyone else to? I am glad to read that you can see and find yourself in my writes. I love that. You see, my poetry is and always has been a prophetic, anointed spiritual gift from God almost since my birth. Even if it is not a sacred write, it is still anointed in some way to go to the very heart and soul of the reader as though the poem was written for them, about them...because it was. I don't know how to explain this phenomena, I just know it is. And when someone, like yourself, confirms that to me, a bit of joy floods my heart and I am reminded for a moment, that if for no other purpose, this is the reason I was created and why I yet live. Bless you for sharing your heart with me. And for the sweetness and tenderness of your words I so need right now. Voo
I know the total loss of self-confidence. I have been in it for several years. It is believed to hold the happiness of a life and it escapes like a dropped balloon. We watch him leave without being able to catch him. It gives a lonely being who misses beautiful things without ever looking at them. The only remaining satisfaction is to watch the light of day appear without the slightest glimmer of believing in tomorrow. To love life without intending it. Without any plans overnight. As described in one of my last writings, a boat that hits the bottom and that will eventually take on water in order to sink into the abyss where I will build my last home. As for you, use the little self-confidence that you have left as a springboard to bounce back and not look at the future by living the past. It is far more devastating than destructive. The advice of a man with a tender heart in a stone body. Take care of yourself and sweet dreams Voo. 🙏🙏🙏😇
Hello Voo. These writings are magnificent and very sad. To dedicate oneself and find oneself in check. I will repeat myself but always and again your writings resemble my autobiography. In a parallel world, I know this emotion of disappointment. You are as sensitive as crystal exposed to ultra sound. Cracked and intact. I read all of what you expose here .. Certe, often very silent but you offer me my own trip with your writings. Like those who describe a princess and a prince ... The dream of many while being us. I appreciate each of your lines. I get lost in my thoughts and I find myself in you. My last two "poems" were created after reading you. You hold the tenderness and live the inner "sadness". You are my clone which gives me reason to appreciate every word you ask. I will call it the potion of memories. Very sweet to swallow and hard to digest. The angels watch over you just as they do over me. Without fighting, we remain victorious and our reward is the purity of our souls. Nice end of the day Voo and take care of yourself.
ReplyDeleteYou have rendered me speechless, Phillipe. In light of the soul crushing experience I have
Deletejust gone through, my wounded ego, heart, mind amd spirit desperately needs to hear
tender words such as these. I confess, I have all but lost all confidence in myself as a
poet, a person and a woman. That is the price you pay, I suppose for joining your soul
with another's and then having that other soul reject the very thing that makes you who
you are. I have always been wounded by rejection and disappointment even as I sought love
in all it's forms but now I find myself sliced too ribbons and terrified at the mere thought
of opening myself back up to another man. Because, this man was my other self, my other half
and if he doesn't understand me, then how can I expect anyone else to? I am glad to read that you can see
and find yourself in my writes. I love that. You see, my poetry is and always has been a prophetic, anointed spiritual gift from God almost since my birth. Even if it is not a sacred
write, it is still anointed in some way to go to the very heart and soul of the reader as though
the poem was written for them, about them...because it was. I don't know how to explain this
phenomena, I just know it is. And when someone, like yourself, confirms that to me, a bit of joy
floods my heart and I am reminded for a moment, that if for no other purpose, this is the reason
I was created and why I yet live. Bless you for sharing your heart with me. And for the sweetness and tenderness of your words I so need right now. Voo
I know the total loss of self-confidence. I have been in it for several years. It is believed to hold the happiness of a life and it escapes like a dropped balloon. We watch him leave without being able to catch him. It gives a lonely being who misses beautiful things without ever looking at them. The only remaining satisfaction is to watch the light of day appear without the slightest glimmer of believing in tomorrow. To love life without intending it. Without any plans overnight. As described in one of my last writings, a boat that hits the bottom and that will eventually take on water in order to sink into the abyss where I will build my last home. As for you, use the little self-confidence that you have left as a springboard to bounce back and not look at the future by living the past. It is far more devastating than destructive. The advice of a man with a tender heart in a stone body. Take care of yourself and sweet dreams Voo. 🙏🙏🙏😇
DeleteMerci beaucoup! You are truly a poet, even when you're not even trying!!! 😉🌹
DeleteI'm just responding with simplicity. 😊 Me a poet ?? 🙄🙄🙄 I'm just drawing my thoughts with words. 🤗
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