January 17, 2013

Lovers Us Together

There are words unspoken in this silent embrace
Your hand in graceful arc up and around my head
Rustling my hair, playing about my neck and ears
Your hair tickles, my nose breathing you deeply
Hands cupped to your breast in joyful memory
We rise together, knowing our wanton
I lift you easily carrying you to our bed
The kiss, the knowing
A taste of petals parted rising to meet in urgent need
We part to enter and join a couple loved
Like no other known.
Eyes locked in tune only to close at each crescendo
The music sweet
A love song
As old as humanity
As new as life
Ours

January 13, 2013

Providence Destinies


What will it be contestant?
Prize package #1: uncertain love with love given
Prize package #2: certain love with love given
Oooorrrr…
Prize package #3: a lifetime of shallow you-ness……………………. in your new car!!! (ding ding ding ding ding)  This brand new Rendezvous comes with oil injection, a chassis that won’t quit, is a Hummer of a gas guzzler, a shiny stick shift, under the hood performance, and a rear end that cannot be beat.  She is a quick responder with a short shallow uncertain performance record.

Contestant, time to choose your prize destiny
Audience please help our contestant
Will it be Door #1, Door #2 or Door #3
Choice will be made right after this word…

Do you have faith, the faith ground from a lifetime of experience?  Are you prepared to make your future a reality?  Are you given to making choices on fact, on faith, or on fact and faith.  We can help.  We are Providence.  Our choices are your choices because we know it all.  We take away your free will and replace it with only the facts.  Your informed decision will eliminate destiny and instead provide you with the humdrum reality of living a life of ifs.  Want a sure thing, we guarantee it.  Want free will, we will guarantee only that you are in for one helluva ride, hold on, and keep your hands, feet, and head inside the car.

What will it be contestant?
Will it be Door #1, Door #2 or Door #3
Audience: 1, no 2, 1, 3, 2, 2, 3

It will be none Bob.
I am stepping out of your game
And into my living.
This land of influence
Of audience pressure
Of pretty girls
And shiny things
These are dead to my free will
Bob my choice is made
I choose; I have chosen.

Connection is the most cherished thing this being will have.



With a friend, you need never be alone