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And Now, A Word From Our SponsorsOn The End of the World 2012:
Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.
On True Education:
I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.
On Proper Etiquette:
The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any.
On A True Christmas Spirit:
Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska wont make it white.
On The Meaning of Luck:
People often remark that I'm pretty l
Mere Dust"And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul."
~Genesis 2:7 KJV
In His dreams
In crashing reds
And brilliant lazuli
To the farthest corners of the Universe
Colliding and coalescing into comets and asteroids
Sailing cross the void as specks of
Settled neath a pane
Inside the spires of Chartres
Centuries yawn o'er the chasm
Whilst seasons bring rain and snow and heat
Galleons ride seas
Mad captains chase treasures in new worlds
Past the ends of the Earth...
Still we remain as
On parchments laboriously inked
Inscribed with authority by elders
Defying the Crown
Now locked in vaults
We rest in hermetically sealed purgatory
Our cries cannot reach
A deaf world
So we wait as
In spite of man's aims
The zenith we shall not acquire
In this life
Cast from the Garden
The Heart of Santa ClausThe decorations were never meant to come down this soon
Sashes brightly lit with colored lights
Porches, overhangs and trees, lampposts and fences
Gaily dressed in anticipation of
The coming Christmas Day...many are now darkened in mourning.
When Saint Nicholas hauls back on the reins
To serenely glide down into New England this year
He'll arrive with a heavy heart
Standing beside his sleigh, listening to his famous team
As they catch their breath, patiently awaiting their next flight
He'll turn in the midnight silence of this sleeping town
To look at the houses lining the streets
Thinking of the families gathered inside
Most snuggled in their beds
Monitoring the nations from his home in the frosty North
Santa knew of the tragedy soon after it occurred
"Mama" he said slowly to Mrs. Claus as she finished baking some pumpkin pies. "I have some terrible news to tell you."
"Oh Papa, how devastating!" she exclaimed with horrified wonder, tears filling her eyes. "The poor dears. And their pa
The Measure of a ManCan you tell me
What a mans' to do
When he finds himself looking down
Between his shoes
Trying to find a reason for his life
Atop the littered sidewalk
Will anyone sing your song
When at long last
You take your final bow?
Ushered into the wings
To rendezvous with the Reaper
Who will lament your fate?
Can you name anyone whose life
A heart you've warmed
A smile rescued from a frown
A child who has held your hand
On your daily rounds
In the hustle and bustle
Will the record show
That you stood for honor and integrity?
Not with mere words
Adhering to a higher standard?
Can you lay claim to the divine appointment
With an open door and open arms
To love without judgment or exclusion
To cherish and savor the ones in your care
Knowing that they are on loan to you
From our Heavenly Father above?
Was your wife the apple of your eye?
Did you encourage her?
Protect and love her?
In times of distress, when exasperation
Threatened to exceed yo
Christmastime Is Here: MemoriesJust watching a short clip on YouTube
From "A Charlie Brown Christmas."
As day deepens into evening
The air assumes a bluish cast
Several deer pause before bounding joyfully
Into the neighbors woods
Reclining on my old girlfriends couch
In her parent's basement
Listening to this play on the radio
In the dark
~Snuggled up under a deep cotton-tic blanket
At my grandparent's place as a kid
Antique ornaments on the tree
Listening to the furnace click on
Filling the house with warmth and
That soothing familiar sound of home
~Walking into our library in my childhood home
As a young boy
Looking up at the immense blue spruce
Fresh cut from my grandfather's property
Now strung with garlands and silvery icicles
Interspersed with countless ornaments
It is evening and the light fixtures are off
Only our Christmas tree illuminates the room
Reflecting off the old, polished wood floors
Which seem to glow from within
I sit cross-legged looking at the
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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