“You”
With every thought I have of you.....
With every thought I have of you...
With every thought I have of you..
With everything I thought I knew of you..With every breath, there I was..losing you.
Hans A Bouzi, Jr
In-Tension-All
Whether or not,the weather embodied the tensions of the heart;as conquerors we weather the storm knowing that we're rooted in a grace that is sufficient in all things.
Whether we've perceived seasons in the rationale of wrath or glory; Wither not will one leaf(Psalms 1:3)..
Would You Rather?
The Author vs. The Character.
Free Will vs. The Scheme.
The dollar vs the dream
We live & we learn.
Yet , In the end…Would you rather faith without the works?
Written In Redemption
Meditation on the condition of ones heart…Whether songs of Redemption or Isolation , acknowledgement of self..acknowledgement of rest..thankful that in weariness fresh winds are restored with the whisper of a prayer..acknowledgement of the...presence ;please rest.
Worthy is the mustard seed
If im worthy , then I'm wondering if I can save the tax for the days that I'm feeling worthless?.. The perplexity of imperfections blossoming is a consistent occurrence...reminder..remember the mustard seed..flourish in due season.
The miseducation of Jiminy cricket (ptsd)
Forgiveness isn't for the weak hearted.
Dearly departed we're gathered here today for the childhood memories malnourished. The miseducation of chivalry as told by Jiminy Cricket. Misguided into wonderland, Apologies for these scars Alice.
Etch-A-Sketched Expectations
Unknowlingly Etch-A-Sketched initials into what was meant to be an unconditional safe haven , the heart is deceitful above all things..I should've listened.
Unread Messages
What if the transgressions of our hearts held no absolution? What if the stairway to heaven descending with each step , reciprocating the missed steps of the salvation I claimed to have wanted yet held micro aggressions? Is there forgiveness at the end of the tunnel if the heart isn't thoroughly inspected? If I end up in hell , would you still receive these love letters?
Six ( Balanced)
Keep your heart guarded. If love has lost it’s meaning then who are we to move forward in a language we no longer know how to interpret?
Emotional.
Triggered.
Hindered.
Submission.
Thankful.
Balanced.
- Hans A. Bouzi , Jr
The Editor
“In every book of our love story ,she remained the editor. There was a common understanding that the Lord was the author and finisher of our lives , yet she provided clarity and understanding when words were even left out”
- Hans A. Bouzi , Jr
Rooted In Faith
Continue to trust in the Lord. In the process of what on the surface may be perceived as a forced stillness; The Lord will cultivate the seeds throughout the seasons until the foundation is set on his terms. #RootedInFaith
Seasonal Relationships
Within "Seasonal Relationships " : Understanding & Continuity of trust in God , Therefore removing my hand from doors which were intentionally closed .
The sun & the moon
"The Taste Of Her Lips Lingered On My Skin & Within My Spirit...Intertwined Fingertips..With Deliverance In Her Eyes As Physical Scars Were Outlined.. In Search Of The Sun While Whispering Words Of Praise To The Moon .."
- Hans A. Bouzi , Jr
Blessing
"Embrace the Blessing;Stay Humble."
- Hans A. Bouzi, Jr
Heartbeats
"If heartbeats were to leave bruises there'd be no confusion as to how suffering and true love paralleled " - Hans A. Bouzi, Jr
Immortal Man
An Immortal Man Waking Every Day To A Game Of Russian Roulette...The Darkness Consumes Her As My Eyes Start To Shutter...An Insomniacs Worst Nightmare...Awakened By A Harsh Realization..The Darkness Consumes Her As My Eyes Start To Shutter..Withered Rose Petals Which Once Were Her Wings..In Search Of A Cure To Nurture Her Feathers...An Immortal Man Waking Every Day To A Game Of Russian Roulette...In Search Of Reasoning..Existence Or Living? Within The Confines Of This Canvas;An Artist With An Unsuspecting Muse And Aspirations To Write Scriptures Outside The Lines..An Immortal Man Waking Every Day To A Game Of Russian Roulette..Tomorrow,I'll Tell Her I Love Her Hans A. Bouzi, Jr
An unwritten prayer
Unspoken truths carved by unapologetic tongues within the misunderstood ;An unheard Symphony sung by birds flying south in the winter of her scorned heart with a soul dearly departed;Wondering where a misunderstood love were to be birthed?Unearthed resentment withered within her heart echoing the words of an unwritten prayer.. Hans A. Bouzi, Jr
Visiting Hours
If Heaven were to have visiting hours;We would slow dance upon a bed of flowers..The Symphony of an unwritten romance… In the wind your touch still lingers...If Heaven were to have visiting hours...Reminiscent of a love lost to this earth reborn within a mournful heart now the mornings are redefined..Conversations with an Angel under the moonlight...Until our next visit..I'll continue to whisper an unwritten love letter to the Heavens. Hans A. Bouzi, Jr
Love & Hate
Love Is Gods Way Of Saying Witness The Beauty That Defines Me. Hate Is Gods Way Of Saying You Sometimes Have To Be Crucified In Order To Realize True Beauty Is Within - Hans A. Bouzi, Jr