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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

lot of thanks


Good morning!  Thank you!  I am having a hard time finding the words for this post. Yesterday I was honored with the award you see here by Alpana Jaiswal Admin of Bloggers Reflections and a soul mate of mine. I would like to say thank you to her and to all of you that have commented on the post yesterday.  I don’t know that I am worthy of such an honor.

The goal of my post was to express my views of love and to help men and women to understand each other better.  I have been blessed so many ways in my life by love that its abundance must be shared. Eleven people expressed their views here, from all reaches of the world.  I have read each response many times and I am awe struck by the love I see.  

I have tried to find my own word to explain love, and I have searched many sources, love stories, love poems and sonnets, historical records.  I found this passage “Clarke's Commentary on the Bible
Love your enemies - This is the most sublime piece of morality ever given to man. Has it appeared unreasonable and absurd to some? It has. And why? Because it is natural to man to avenge himself, and plague those who plague him; and he will ever find abundant excuse for his conduct, in the repeated evils he receives from others; for men are naturally hostile to each other. “  
But this is love.

As a boy I was loved by my family and friends but I was afraid of love I did not know what love is.  As a young man I look for and hunted love as I thought it was something I did not have and with the idea that sex is love. When I saw my wife to be I found that love was inside of me and it had nothing to do with sex.  We have been happily married for forty five years and ongoing.  It could be said it was love at first site, we never dated we just got married.  Love is part of if not the whole of who I am and who you are.

So I hope you believe me when I say I love you the love you are. Thank you and god bless

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

lot of men love sex


“MEN LOVE SEX” Now that have got your attention. Here is what I am going to talk about. First it is men and love, to be a little more pacific my views on love. From the dictionary love is defined “1; a passionate feeling of romantic desire and sexual attraction, 
2; an intense feeling of tender affection and compassion, 
3; something that elicits deep interest and enthusiasm in somebody”.
 There are more definitions but to boil it down, it is a feeling, an emotion a sense of something.  To me it is the heart of my soul. It is the energy of my life. It is something that you cannot buy or sell. It can only be given, shared with all things, all life. Love is the assents of life the heart of the soul.

I have read many books, poem and stories on blogs about love; and I have heard men talk about love as a physical active. What they are talking about is sex not love.  Some year ago there was a comedy team that used the phrase “I love you man” some people made a big fuss over the phrase as it was used in TV commercial.   Down thru history for a man to say or show publicly “I love you” was consider as a sign weakness a sign of vulnerability. In days of old if you want to have control over people you took anything that they show signs of love for and held it for ransom.  A young man generally under the age of twelve shuns and is shunned if he shows love for anything or anyone.  He is made fun of if he says “I love you”. So is it any wonder that a man finds it hard to say “I love you”. Today people say they love this or that when in truth all they are saying is they want something.  You can buy sex there are people you sell it. But they are not selling love.

How do you define love?

What does love mean to you?

Is sex love?



Thank you and god bless



Sunday, May 29, 2011

lot of slience

3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, 3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, silence, 21 shots fired in all and silence. A bugle, taps is played, silence, a pipe is play and silence. The flag folded and silence. Honor served and silence.

lot of song

To all who venture here
Take with you my joy
My spirit sings of angel wings
The notes you played

I flung these words
A song of love
Sent to heaven above
To fall as gentle rain

A kiss my friends
A gentle hug
My hand reaches
From my heart

A cup of his blood
To fill your soul
From me to him to you
Thank you , god bless you

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