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28/01/2026

Love, a choice and not a feeling

I’m not a love expert, but here is what I’ve learned:
Love is a choice a bridge that’s willingly burned
When you stay faithful through uncertain skies,
And choose to see with love-blinded eyes.

A choice so deep, it can defy the mind,
A truth you feel but cannot quite define.
This choosing grows you, strips the old disguise—
True maturity is seeing with clear eyes:

You cannot make a single soul remain,
No perfect act can break love’s silent chain.
Yet still you stay, when every doubt says "go,"
Because commitment is a seed you sow.

Not bought with cash a man may bring to bear,
Nor just a woman’s tenderness or care.
It’s not in gifts nor in the nights spent close—
It’s in the choosing, when an easier road shows.

So when the world offers a brighter view,
The question waits for me and waits for you:
When better options knock, will I still say
That in your arms I choose to stay?
And will you, when tempted, turn and see
That you still turn and faithfully choose me?

LETTER TO MYSELF Dear self,I hate the way I look at you,And search for strength in all you do,But only point out every c...
21/12/2025

LETTER TO MYSELF

Dear self,
I hate the way I look at you,
And search for strength in all you do,
But only point out every crack,
The things you feel you lack.

They said you wouldn’t make it far—
Your strength became a stubborn star,
A fire built to prove them wrong,
That’s burned inside you,fierce and long.

You put your feelings in a jar,
Where everyone can see each scar,
Each tear you never let them see,
Trapped in glass for all to see.

Your birthday’s coming. Tell me, who
Will you be when the day is through?
Will you celebrate the years,
Or mourn the child,drowned in fears,
Who sank beneath the heavy sea
Of what you“should” and “have” to be?

They call you different, call you strange,
For seeing life a different way.
Is it a crime to rearrange
The colors that they painted gray?

What if each choice you made was wrong?
What if you’ve been lost all along?
You won’t look back with weak regret.
You’ll own the life you’re living yet.

They expect so much from you.
The weight is heavy,but it’s true:
No one wins this fight unchanged.
The battle leaves us all rearranged.

Keep fighting. Not to stay alive,
But to keep your heart alive.

Yours truly,
blessedRestoration

"The Grounded King"I am not a lover lost,I am a king who once knelt beside betrayal,Heart cracked in silence, still offe...
26/04/2025

"The Grounded King"

I am not a lover lost,
I am a king who once knelt beside betrayal,
Heart cracked in silence, still offering loyalty like holy bread
To hands too reckless to hold something sacred.

I have loved with no guard,
Given heartbeats like offerings
To altars that burned my faith instead.
But even ashes remember the fire they once danced in.

I don't chase love in crowds now—
I walk like thunder in silence,
Waiting for the one who hears storms before they form,
Who sees beyond my shadow and names the light in me.

I want her soft—not weak.
Hinata-hearted, but lion-backed.
Eyes closed in prayer, mind open to vision,
A woman who mothers more than children—
She mothers peace, growth, and grace.

Let her touch not just undress me,
But unburden me.
Let her presence be a place I can breathe,
Not perform.
Let her voice be water to my ambition,
Not wildfire to my chaos.

I’ve been faithful to the wrong hearts,
Now I’m faithful to my healing.
I’ve given love from an empty cup—
Now I fill mine daily with God, peace, and purpose.
And from that overflow, I will give.

No more proving.
No more fixing.
No more bleeding in the name of connection.
If she cannot speak in the language of stillness,
She cannot sit at my table.

I am not hiding.
I am refining.
I am building a throne within,
So that when she comes, she doesn’t complete me—
She aligns with me.

And when I love again,
It will not be a rescue mission,
It will be resurrection—
The Grounded King rising
With a crown of peace,
And a heart that finally—finally—
Feels home.

This marks the end of broken poetry for the positive king is emerging.

Villains are created, never born Villains are never born—they’re created.In the beginning,me and pain were never related...
20/04/2025

Villains are created, never born

Villains are never born—
they’re created.
In the beginning,
me and pain were never related.
But pain,
he taught me something sacred:
True peace is only known
when pain is fully appreciated.

---

Early morning thoughts,
a quiet conversation—
"Why did I choose others
before choosing me?"
"Is this how you want to live?"
No. This time,
I'm choosing me.

"But doing so makes you a bad person."
Then let bad be my synonym—
if self-love is a sin,
I’ll wear it on my skin.

---

Efforts made.
Taken for granted.
Memories formed—
only to become
pinpoints of pain,
sharp and slanted.
Should I carry
another’s wrong again?

No.
This love I give is pure—
it should never be abused,
confused,
or misused.

---

“So what if she loves someone else?
My love will be seen one day…”
The lie I whisper just to stay.
But love is blind—
true,
because it only has one eye,
focused on that guy
who makes her cry
with every lie.

Even if I come with something clean,
something real,
something unseen—
will it ever be enough?
Is choosing me a sin?

---

Oh wait…
It’s time.
Let me put these thoughts down—
and go clean.
© blessedRestoration

"The darkest place I’ve ever seen was inside me, and nothing scared me more.”
08/03/2025

"The darkest place I’ve ever seen was inside me, and nothing scared me more.”

When love goes😞My world was dull, a faded grayUntil the day you walked my wayWithin a month, my life was newColors burst...
15/02/2025

When love goes😞

My world was dull, a faded gray
Until the day you walked my way
Within a month, my life was new
Colors burst, and meaning shone through

You were the sun that lit my day
The center of my world, in every way
My heart beats for you, my soul takes flight
You're my inspiration, my guiding light

But then, the shadows crept in slow
Doubts and fears, they began to grow
Financial struggles, a weight I bore
And you, my love, began to stray once more

You sought comfort in another's arms
A betrayal that cut deep, a wound that harms
Yet, you still claim to love me so
Wanting me back, but how can I know?

Can I trust the heart that broke mine?
Can I love again, with a heart that's blind?
The colors that once shone bright and bold
Now fade to gray, as my heart grows cold

I'm torn between the love we once shared
And the pain of betrayal, the hurt that's bared
My world, once colorful, now lost its hue
Leaving me with just a memory or two.

20/01/2025

Night owls 🦉

"I'm a night owl, lost in the shadows of my soul
A heart once aflame, now reduced to smoldering coal
The numbness is a shroud, suffocating me whole
A fragile leaf clinging to a withered soul

Your infidelity was a poisoned arrow, piercing my chest
A betrayal that bled me dry, leaving my heart a hollow nest
Our love was a masterpiece, but you vandalized the art
Leaving me a canvas of scars, a soul torn apart

My relationships are fleeting, like Facebook reels on repeat
A never-ending cycle of pain, my heart a heavy, hollow beat
I'm a addict, hooked on the poison of your love
A ju**ie craving the next fix, sent from above

My wrist is a canvas, etched with the lines of my pain
A map of the heartache, a topography of love in vain
I'm searching for a love that's real, a connection that's true
But it's like chasing a mirage, a dream that vanishes at dawn's hue

In the mirror, I see a stranger, a shell of what I used to be
A ghost haunting the ruins of my heart, a soul lost at sea
Is this love? Or is it just a cruel, cruel tease?
A siren's call, luring me deeper into the darkness of my pleas

Will I ever find the love I seek? Or will it forever elude me?
A question that taunts me, a riddle that refuses to set me free"

07/01/2025

A friend asked me why I love chef 187 so I decided to put it in writing

My view on this great Man

In melodic realms, I find solace and peace
A sanctuary where Chef 187's lyrics release
A symphony of hope, inspiring me to rise
A fighter's anthem, echoing through life's compromise

Bobby East's words still resonate, "I think Chef is one of the greatest to ever do this "
I say he's brave, a trailblazer, standing tall
Elevating Zambian music to celestial heights
A shining embodiment of success, where opportunity meets preparation's light

Chef 187, my role model, my guiding star
Inspiring me to transcend comfort zones, near and far
His hustle, a beacon of motivation, urging me to strive
A master weaver of words, crafting hip-hop's finest jive

In a world where rhythms blend and borders fade
Chef 187's voice is the missing piece, the world's hip-hop stage
Not just Zambia's pride, but a global phenomenon, rare
A lyrical genius, leaving an indelible mark, beyond compare

The day will come, when I'll witness magic unfold
A collaborative masterpiece, Chef 187 featuring NF, a story to be told
Until then, I'll hold on to the hope and the fire
That burns within me, fueled by Chef 187's lyrical desire.
Chef 187
You inspire me big Man

I erected a fortress, a barricade of sorrow,Around the fractured remnants of my heart, once a tender tomorrow.Not to for...
26/12/2024

I erected a fortress, a barricade of sorrow,
Around the fractured remnants of my heart, once a tender tomorrow.
Not to forget, but to shield the shards of my soul,
From the ravages of love, the echoes of pain that made me whole.

Stone by stone, I stacked the wounds, the lessons, and the tears,
Each crack in the wall a testament to the memories I've held for years.
The mortar that binds them, a mixture of grief and despair,
A reminder of the love that was lost, the heart that was left to impair.

Yet, even in the darkness, a glimmer of hope remains,
A longing for a gentle touch, a love that soothes the heart's deep pains.
If one day, a patient hand knocks softly, without demand,
Perhaps this fortress will crumble, and I'll learn to love again.

Maybe then, I'll find the courage to lay down my guard,
To expose the vulnerabilities, to trust, to love, to be scarred.
For in the rubble of this wall, I'll discover a heart that's true,
A heart that beats with hope, with love, with a soul that's anew.

20/12/2024

Holding you close to me,with your heart beat has the only melody in my world,
Tha is all I need.

"Happy birthday, Judy.Your special day is a celebration of the incredible gift you are to this world. Words cannot expre...
17/11/2024

"Happy birthday, Judy.

Your special day is a celebration of the incredible gift you are to this world. Words cannot express the depth of admiration and gratitude I feel for you. Your actions, your heart, and your soul speak volumes, and I'm humbled to call you my friend.

You embody the essence of femininity, wisdom, and faith – a true Proverbs 31 woman. Your love is priceless, a treasure that can't be bought or sold. Your devotion to truth and kindness inspires me every day.

Imagine having a woman like you by my side... Your presence is like the sweet scent of roses, captivating and enchanting. Your love is an endless ocean that melts my heart and soothes my soul.

In your eyes, I see perfection. Your beauty shines from within, radiating warmth and light. Holding you close, I feel my knees weaken, my heart overflowing with emotion.

Though I dare not speak my deepest feelings aloud, know that you are cherished, admired, and loved. Today, we celebrate not just your birth, but the gift of you – a precious gem, worth more than gold.

Happy birthday, dear Judy. May this year be filled with joy, laughter, and dreams come true.

Three Phases of LovePhase One: Blissful DawnSoft whispers, gentle touch,Happiness abounds, love's sweet clutch.No shadow...
11/11/2024

Three Phases of Love

Phase One: Blissful Dawn

Soft whispers, gentle touch,
Happiness abounds, love's sweet clutch.
No shadows fall, no doubts arise,
Perfect harmony, love's surprise.

Phase Two: Turbulent Test

Imperfections emerge, cracks appear,
Meaningless fights, tears, and fear.
Uncertainty grips, hearts divide,
Will love prevail, or will it subside?

Phase Three: Timeless Bloom

Perfect imperfections, now I see,
Beauty in flaws, love's maturity.
Problems solved, without a shout,
Together we grow, love works it out.

In this stage, love's roots run deep,
Through life's storms, our bond does keep.
We learn to love, to truly see,
Each other's hearts, wild and free.

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