Steady Beat By Ali T. Muhammad

The eternal force to never lie down and fight for what you believe in, is not in every person; So is it an innate or eternal push to take back what’s quote on quote “yours”? When is it the correct time to pounce for love or lunge and grasp onto what feels so right and pure; twice a day?

All I know is that uncertain force that drives me to reconnect with the adapter who plugged me in reality is going at full throttle! I will not allow my passion and heart to be taken by anyone. My pride won’t allow it. I won’t allow it.

That does not mean her feelings are the same and that alone pushes me more. The harder push of a love lost child plucking the red flowers in the garden of white roses; the same as hopelessly romantic children culling the pedals off of violets while telling the wind, as she blows by, “He loves me, He loves me not.” Fore she may love me less but could she ever love me not?

I’m heading into a tunnel; its dark unknown and just plain nerve wracking yet the wait and desire to know how she really feels differentiates this from that love of a love lost child to a man; still a whimsical romantic man on a mission impossible, but if her visions improbable then the trip back home will be grayer than most even though the more I know the less I feel knowledgeable.

Knowledge is power and after my pain, time will shine on my heart and I. Instead of withering up it would steadily beat. The fast pounding, beat by beat, the blood flow that gives me heat is steered, actually driven by the love I have for her. If her love stops my heart won’t; but it will steadily beat and until I know my heart isn’t slow; retarded from love lost or the pace and speed rushing for love’s cost but steadily beating and yearning to know.

If you want to know the slow burning sensation of an unconscious undeclared future this is how the story goes: Have the one you love most; more than you could ever think you could love someone else. Stop, pause, and rewind. Fuck hindsight; will you fight to keep that crank in your heart or lay down in a defeatist fetal position the slow burn making you sick as if you were addicted to something worse than heroin. Suicide will never be the ending for this optimistic Romeo; fore I’d rather bring back the love of my life then watch her at the altar and ruin my life allowing her without objection to become another males wife…

No matter how it plays out that’s the bottom line. Even when I’m on my back I’m never backing down unless it’s in the gaze of those beautiful brown eyes in the day or when they’re blue during the twilight times; that make the cause, the reason for my hearts steady beat.