Wisdom Notes-24

When You Are Blind: You Hear Things Differently; You See Things Differently; You Feel Things Differently; You Walk Differently; You Touch Things Differently…

The same is with life: when you’re going through things, you handle accordingly to how you feel inside. It affects your decisions and the way you handle things; it affects the way you see things and it affects the way you get things done.

Hurt, Pain, Lost, Fear & Needs has a way of getting in the way of your blessings.

Silent Interest

Silent Interest: It’s a moment that strikes the heart like a soft touch to the skin; a blink of an eye. Example: When you and your mate are walking down the street and you run into a friend of yours and you introduce your mate to that friend. It’s that moment of silent interest in their hearts that connect for a half of a second during the handshake or eye contact that last a half of a second too long. Their spirit connects. Example: When you’re in an interracial relationship and you’re out with your mate and for a moment you find your mate eye to eye with a woman of his own nationality or race. They were born of the same. They connected in an instant, in a way that you will never connect or understand. No amount of love can make that connection. It’s the moment that everyone pretends it didn’t happen. It’s the moment of truth from the soul. You may have your mate’s heart but not your mate’s soul.

From My Heart: It take wisdom to ID this moment in mid-air. It sounds like your Holy Spirit is warning you to prepare or make a decision. You really don’t see it until the moment has passed or it’s too late. The bible says that the eyes of a man are never satisfied as hell is never full. Keep brushing it off, it will come back to hurt you.


I don’t know what a real husband is. I’ve never had a good man in my life. Their heart was always somewhere else: with baby mommas, exs or mothers.

From My Heart: I guess a good husband is sweet, kind, protective, patient, understanding a woman’s heart, being merciful with a woman’s mind, strong yet weak for her, honest, giving, fair, compassionate, sexual yet attentive, listens and hears, love his wife as Christ love the church, forgiving, willing to change for the better for the sake of love, a good father, teacher, leader of his family, prayers for his family. Faithful in his heart, mind, soul, with his eyes, his touch, his intent…Not perfect but perfect for his wife.

Evil People

Evil people are evil at heart, at soul. They have no conscience and no mercy; their whole and only purpose in life to make everyone else’s life a living hell. Their spirit is cold. The light in their eyes are dark. Anger is embedded in the soul. Revenge is sweet. They step outside of the human race to get what they want by any-means-necessary. No morals. No values. No respect and No regret. They have no remorse, no love. Secrets run deep in their soul. They see your weaknesses before you realize you have them.

From My Heart: Doing evil is like creating an invisible chain around your own neck, link by link and eventually you lose your mind and hang yourself. The promises of satan are never kept and the price is always death and Hell Bound.

Signs: I can only give you the spirit part of dealing with evil. Their eyes hold no life. Their heart, hold no love. Their words are like a sword, waiting to cut you in half. Their skin maybe cold to the touch in 103 degree weather; one touch of their hand sends fear through your bones. Avoid their presence, their touch. Never underestimate evil person. Pray for them from a distance. Never trust them with your life or love ones.


People Emotional people are very in touch with their spirit; very in tune to everything around them; sensitive to the actions of others. Emotional people need more comforting than any one person can give. We often try to (un-knowingly) control a person with our feelings or emotions, wanting someone to take responsibility for how we feel and do something about it. Sometimes emotions alter the outcome of relationships, plans and goals. Emotions seem to be a result of reasons, the outcome of a fear or expressing a need. It’s not childish to express emotions as a re-action. There are reasons for emotions.

From My Heart: Emotions should not run your life. Emotions should not control your every move or decision. You shouldn’t make a decision based on emotions. Most people really don’t care how you feel but don’t take it personal, that’s life. When you want to communicate your feelings and people label them as “Drama” or “You’re Sooo Emotional: I suggest that you keep your emotions to yourself. Emotions cloud judgment, sight and heart.

Advice to emotional people: Just like you have a right to feel what you please, the other person has a right to feel differently or not feel at all. When you allow your heart to feel or allow your emotions to get the best of you, remember your emotions are your responsibility. You can’t make someone care about how you feel.

Poetry: He gave his heart away

He Gave His Heart Away He gave his heart away and there is nothing left for me I can’t sail a ship without an ocean I can’t pour love into a cup that has no bottom I can’t fly a kite if there is no wind I can’t feed a man love if he won’t eat I can’t touch him if he doesn’t want to feel I can’t reach him if he doesn’t want to be near me He gave his heart away and there is no way to love a half-hearted man

Something About You Being Gone

There’s Something About You Being Gone. I lay there looking at your side of the bed and my rest isn’t complete. I’m lost in the nights without you beside me… morning can’t come fast enough. I grabbed my pillows and comforter and sleep on the side of the bed, on the floor. The bed: the place where we talk in humbleness and truth. The bed; where everything we had was sacred and real. In The bed; the world doesn’t exist when we’re lying next to each other. The bed; every movement was like poetry, in sync, a perfect fit. You once stated that we needed all that space to do what needed to be done. I was tempted to throw the bed away because of too much space. But when you’re not here, the bed and pillows don’t feel the same, the covers don’t cover right, the sheets are cold and the mattress is uncomfortable. There’s something about lying in the bed without you that I just can’t get use too. In The bed; where we make love till the morning came. The bed; where confession were made and hearts were mended. The bed; where moments were written in stone and time was precious. The bed; when a single touch and a sigh gave feelings light to be seen. There’s something about you being gone and I’m left in that big bed alone. When you’re gone, my heart aches, my body is anxious for your touch. I ball up in a knot on the floor to forget the place where you use to lay. And I sleep in peace.