The interesting thing about this one to me, is that there are people who call themselves “of faith” and use the rhetoric but don’t walk the walk. I was reminded of so many of those people…especially in the current atmosphere of the world…they speak without real understanding and definitely no faith. As a man of faith now, I imagine you recognize the difference. As one who hadn’t come to that place yet, I’m not surprised you still called it out. You always take me somewhere with your pieces…often on a rant. This one is no exception, my friend

Powerful work. You nailed it.

As someone who lived under violence of many types for years, l can understand your intense words and feelings, for me I couldn’t lose my Faith at any circumstances, my belief is that the humans must believe in something( I’m not speaking only religiously) so they can move on in life without being completely lost.

“the body is a temple
and we all abuse it”

I was touched by these lines, many many times we are not treating ourselves kindly. This poem is touching. Thank You my friend 💖

Passionately penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend, this had a little R&B sass to it. Dig it. Nice arrangement with the rhythm section driving the vehicle as an accompaniment to these bars you’re slinging. It’s Fire!! Appreciate you.

Damian

WHOA!!! Willow, this is 100% passionate, sensual… sexy!!
Love this line: “fire infused and filled with intention”. I swear, as I read this line, I could feel Heat spreading out from the computer screen and melted my keyboard. WTH, now I have bandaged fingertips…😎 now where did I put that fire extinguisher??!! Loved the music and singing.. I give it 100 snaps, 10 Hell Yeses, and sway the hips danceable!

Curt

I read this without the music, then listened to it. Both ways show the heat you were trying to convey. I love the part where you say he loves your mind. It’s a potent thing.

A great piece of dedication and spiciness, tight one Lady

Full of passion and power. Tremendous work.

Brilliant work. Powerful.

oh well shit happens 🙂

Invalidation, reeks in every corner…well said, Willow.

I feel that after, “Validate this…” there should be, “…MF” 🙂

Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend. This one goes for the jugular. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic work, Willow.

I feel like snapping my fingers to this. Yes, yes

I see this as someone discovering the blue green glass for the first time. Interesting poem, Fia.

I see it as a discovering of the truth about someone close.
It’s a great write however I interpret it.🙏

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I love your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

good morning lovely Fia this went from beautiful to dark carried out by the frothing sea so poignant ❤️

Beauty brought fore by abrasion.
An important truth of nature I believe.

Chère F.,
Pollution in its mildest form.
An environmental poem in disguise.
See? That’s the fun of it. To write something small and everyone had his/her own ideas about it.
Pure genius, no matter how you look at it.

Keep ‘em coming please…..
Warmest regards, Gus

Excellent analogy…beauty often disguises danger for the unwary

Very mysterious and philosophical.
Regards James

I love the way glass goes from sharp and dangerous to soft and smooth with the passing tides