My First Kiss
My first kiss. I’d rather not share with you the tale of my first kiss. That story of clumsy and ineffectual pecking is best saved for a time when I want to make my children laugh […]
Healing
I Am Home
Your man is here. Your man is back, and he has found the world that you have shown him to be as you said it was. He will be that man you can’t take your eyes of off. He will be that man that makes you sweat at the slightest touch. He will be that man who so captures your gaze and steals your imagination.
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Gun Control is an Act of Love
I am sure that soon enough we will see the smiling faces of those beautiful babies flashing across our televisions and computer screens. We will hear wonderful stories of victims, their families, and their own unique promise. We will cry again at the sight of young, smiling faces and we will make resolutions to end lunacy and seek love as our shelter
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Why Does It Feel Good to Enter a Woman? {Mature}
See, when see that picture of God as an old man with a rod in his hand, I often think that God isn’t the old man at all. God is the rod. The old man simply knows how to use it, and for that knowledge he gets painted all over the world and is worshiped as beyond measure. So, learn how to use the rod my friends and be worshiped. Not by the world, but by YOUR world. Her. The woman. The one who shows you who you are when no one else can.
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The Gift of You (The Beach and the Ocean)
The real courage comes from stepping off the sand into the mud, of rising out of the depths into the that place that is neither water nor sand but a bit of both. We step out of our box into the wet sand and often feel fear we want to run from. It gives us great comfort to hide in our secure box and somehow suggest that it takes remarkable strength to be there.
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The Short Story of a Simple Truth
He would never steal from her who she was but would instead stand guard and protect her without question. He would not control her, he would fiercely protect her independence. He would never need ask her for a thing, for she would freely give of herself to the man she loved without worry and without question. The Yin and the Yang met there, where they stood, and that was enough for the Universe to sing loudly.
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The Broken Umbrella (Creative Writing Exercise)
Even in breaking there is purpose, and even in getting wet there is hope.
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Single Touch
In the candlelight lays destiny
In the moment there is a mountain of truth
Wanting…needing…knowing
Reaching out for an answer to the call
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Our Love Heals
I am unsure and like a child again searching for her arms, her breast, her soothing voice. The tears I cry are hidden by the salty remains of the wave I let loose on the world, but they are there. Sometimes best cried in solitude, other times best hidden from even the parts of me that want to let them flow.
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The Unkempt Man
A man walked into church one day. He looked haggard, tired, unkempt and his clothes were unwashed and wrinkled as if he had slept in them for days. He could not help but notice the stares of the congregation as he moved to a pew near the back of the building.
