It is a strange thing,Love.You can hold, in your brain,the knowledge of the hormonesand neural patternsand social conditioningand all the rational elementsof the artifice of love. And yet. It is there, just the same,alone with youin your rationalizations…A soft whisperin your consciousness,that despite what you know,it just doesn’t matter.The experience of lovewill bewill bewill bejust…
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belonging to him and the other to Jesus. When the last scene of his life flashed before him,…
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads,…
O glorious, globous goo, You don’t know how much I love you. Pinkish substance, stretching mass, Imprint yourself upon my mind. You are quite silly, O Silly Putty. You stay with me through clean and muddy. Show me backwards newspaper print, Ball of glory, Egg-shaped beauty, Be careful not to pick up lint. Whether pancake,…