Note To Self

What was that first love
And who did you first love

Measuring the distance
from the yard that rock was from
that shattered the glass of imaginations
which rested on the hope of life being happy ever after

Living through the first blow
That arrested the last gasp of breathe from your atmosphere

Staring down the deep ice blue abyss
Streams of whispers from long ago remind me of how far we have to go

Bursting thru the dense landscape of infinity
appears the bow of re-emergence of a cargo holding thoughts once lost

untouchable deep

What is this untouchable deep?
It's all that man can not see and waits for peace.

That deep that longs for understanding of who you are,
And what human hands can not feel.

It's what cries out in the night to be held and positioned,
Like a child being cradled to sleep.

It's that place deep within, Oh Lord, only you can reach.

1 Question

Baby. Tell me---

What is it like to know,
about a love that we both longed and wanted

And how---does it feel,
to know that we are at the start of something real

And do---you believe,
That this is what was in store
And could you fathom,
at the life provided---
We're amazed to find something more

Re-emerged from the drift of dodging stars

What do you think,
about this heart of mine ---
how it spells in pulses,
I will love you for a lifetime

And how---do you feel,
about a ring of intentions,
bestowed upon you

And what do you see,
in the wait as we stand together in the midst of enchantment

And is it all what you've imagined of me?

Open

The Painter, who embodies creative and artistic ability, paints the portrait of his beloved.

And yet, it is more than just a painting of a young beautiful woman; it is the study of who she is, how she feels, what she thinks, what motivates her, or even how she motivates others who take notice.

The Painter studies his subject with intense desire, as to know every detail in order to properly uphold her true beauty.

Then finally, the moment of truth has come, the portrait is complete, revealing all as she receives Him, and He her. They are espoused, holding one another. Ladies and gentlemen, God has done another miracle.

And in their intimacy, all is released and open, discovering each others sense of humor (that most inward part of our thoughts that privately make us laugh), leaving the feeling of being completely unashamed, whole, and strengthened by each others love to face the world head-on, hand-in-hand, side by side.

Life accerlerates, and the beginning has ultimately begun--bringing glory to our wonderful creator.

Oh, To Be In Love

To know love is to be love,
to be love is to give love.

To know she has received love,
by the way she responds to love
and reciprocates love.

Setting the stage,
is the pleasantly strange tension,
that is felt when something is good
yet uncertain and soothing to the soul.

As her eyes glisten
when she softly gazes
into the space unknown before her,

What is to come of all this?

For all is too wonderful to question
as peace and joy guides the way.

Oh, to be in love.
To know her and to learn of her
beyond measure.

To be in love,
in the simplicity of love itself.

Held

As I hold you close,
You are touched by a sense of warmth,
comfort and protection

Being fulfilled in the quest for love,
Reassured in thought of being desired,
cherished, completed and adored.

As I hold you close,
It is I closely holding on to you,
Touched by the warmth, comfort
and the assurance of being needed.

Captivated by your love,
Holding for a moment
the thought of being immersed
in this huge world of uncertainness,
Realizing you are here with me, holding me,
loving me.

CSI (Crumb Scene Investigations): A True Incident

So I was telling a friend the other day about the funny thing that happened on the way to the market...

This gang of coffee beans jumped me in the alley and chased me with pocket knives asking me for all my tea bags. So I gave in. She said, “damn those coffee gangs they're every where!”

“Yes I know” I said.

But really, its those Hot Chocolate thugs you really need to watch out for. They be standing on street corners trying to push marshmallows on kids.

Hey...did you go to bed already. Where's my milk and cookies?

Oh SNAP!!

Did you hear that?

(BAP BAP BAP) Tires screeching in the background.

There was drive-by shooting a moment ago, by Graham Crackers. He shot Milk & Cookies and they lost a chocolate chip and were rushed to the hospital. The police thinks it was gang related, and chased down Coffee Beans to see what they knew. Unfortunately they were last seen on the 91 freeway leaving Los Angeles, driving a white Ford Bronco they car-jacked at gun point from Oranges by the freeway off-ramp.

Well, as it turned out, Graham Crackers saw Cupcakes talking to Milk & Cookies at the movies and got jealous and popped a cap in they ass.

“Damn, why dude have to get so jealous?”

I don’t know. Dr Pillsbury Doughboy suggested he take up knitting to work out his aggressions and spend more time with Brownies.

“Brownies will help him out.”

You think so?

Well, I think it will be okay if Fudge doesn't mind. But he's got so much sugar in his bowl, it might scare Graham off.

“Naw, Graham doesn't spook that easy, he's solid.”

Except for when he sweats, he tends to get a bit soggy.