Godโ€™s Plan for Agingโ€ฆย What a wise man!!


ย Most seniors never get enough exercise. In His wisdom God decreed that seniors become forgetful so they would have to search for their glasses, keys and other things thus doing more walking. And God looked down and saw that it was good.Then God saw there was another need. In His wisdom He made seniors lose coordination so they would drop things requiring them to bend, reach & stretch. And God looked down and saw that it was good.Then God considered the function of bladders and decided seniorsย would have additional calls of nature requiring more trips to theย bathroom, thus providing more exercise.ย  God looked down and saw thatย it was good. So if you find as you age, you are getting up and down more, rememberย itโ€™s Godโ€™s will.ย It is all in your best interest even though you mutter underย your breath.ย 

Nine Important Facts To Remember As We Grow Olderย 

ย #9ย  Death is the number 1 killer in the world.

ย #8ย  Life is sexually transmitted.

ย #7ย  Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

#6ย ย  Men have 2 motivations: hunger and hanky panky, and they canโ€™t tell them apart. If you see a gleam in his eyes, make him a sandwich.

#5ย  Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they wonโ€™t bother you for weeks, months, maybe years.

#4ย  Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospital, dying of nothing.

#3ย  All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

#2ย  In the 60โ€™s, people took LSD to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, and people take Prozac to make it normal.

#1ย  Life is like a jar of jalapeno peppers. What you do today may be a burning issue tomorrow.ย 

Please share this wisdom with others while I go to the bathroom.

May ~ from the Lord


On this day of your life, I believe God wants you to know โ€ฆ

โ€ฆ that giving up is not the answer. Neither is giving in.

Stand your ground.
There is a way of doing that without having to be
combative. There is a way of hanging on to your true self,
and demonstrating it, without resorting to aggression.
But giving up and giving in is not the way.

Simply and quietly claiming your right to be You
is the way.

You know exactly why you received this message today.

Love, your Friend

Infinity ~


Love never sets on our amorous horizon
Shedding a golden aura it ever remains arisen.
It is said, all things have a beginning and an end
However, our love, our godsend has a beginning but never such an end

Dual ~


Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who donโ€™t know the secret wrote the line. They told me (through a third person) they had found it but not what it was not even what line it was. No doubt by now, more than a week later, they have forgotten the secret, the line, the name of the poem. I love them for finding what I canโ€™t find, and for loving me for the line I wrote, and for forgetting it so that a thousand times, till death finds them, they may discover it again, in other lines in other happenings. And for wanting to know it, for assuming there is such a secret, yes, for that most of all. ~

Men ~


Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway

to tell her she is a female
and their flesh knows it,

are they a sort of tune,
an ugly enough song, sung
by a bird with a slit tongue

but meant for music?

Or are they the muffled roaring
of deafmutes trapped in a building that is
slowly filling with smoke?

Perhaps both.

Such men most often
look as if groan were all they could do,
yet a woman, in spite of herself,

realizes itโ€™s a tribute:
if she were lacking all grace
theyโ€™d pass her in silence:

so itโ€™s not only to say sheโ€™s
a warm hole. Itโ€™s a word

in grief-language, nothing to do with
primitive, not an ur-language;
language stricken, sickened, cast down

in decrepitude. She wants to
throw the tribute away, dis-
gusted, and canโ€™t,

it goes on buzzing in her ear,
it changes the pace of her walk,
the torn posters in echoing corridors

spell it out, it
quakes and gnashes as the train comes in.
Her pulse sullenly

had picked up speed,
but the cars slow down and
jar to a stop while her understanding

keeps on translating:
โ€˜Life after life after life goes by

without poetry,
without seemliness,
without love.โ€™

Subjugate ~


Enslave me with your charms
Subjugate me with your love
Engulf me with your passion
Allure me with the curvature of your physique
Enrich me with your presence in my life
Elucidate the mystery of love
Illuminate my ardent soul
Refresh my romantic cardiac rhythm
Accost me with your sweet company
Enveloped with your woman fragrance
Enthrall me with the power of your ardor
Instill in me the ethics of amour
Enliven me with the enthusiasm of your emotions
Express to me sweet nothings
Entrust me with your person heart and soul
Empower me with the key to your heart
Augment my mind with confidence
Thereby reinforcing our love in a myriad of ways.



Can I find another one like you
Under the heaven above the earth
Or any place else in the vast cosmos?

The beauty of your soul afloat in your eyes
The beauty of your body permeating your being
Soft of face, pink of cheeks, chin aquiver
Nape of the neck exposed for a labial caress
Hair so dark, the twilight sky, falling straight down
In strands of soft matt hair, an Iguazu falls.

Your love is an aura around the whole of me
It percolates the molecular interstices of my physique
My mind, my consciousness, my soul.

It is a balm, an unguent, a soft sedation
Sorrow, misery, ennui, monotony and things
Like the water past the arched stone bridge.
Your essence fills my whole being, the nooks
The crevices, the elusive, the unreachable.

What are you, is what is your love
What is me, is what is yours and mine
Combined, synergic, mutual, compatible
Where you end, I begin, but I never end
I ever begin, your love upended, updates me.

I am fresh, I am young, I sing, I frolic
Walk in the rain, jump high into the sky
Run in circles, madder than a hatter
Lie under the stars, music of the spheres.

In shortโ€ฆ
To me life begins, and ends with you.




Does it matter
If the body grows old?

This outer covering
This raiment
That becomes passรฉ
After one season?

What is more important?

Is the magnificent attire
Or the scintillating heart
The hardworking mind
The perpetual soul
The seemingly dormant
But dynamic consciousness?

My heart remains young
Like any teenagerโ€™s
I can still fall in love
Beat Romeo at his own game
I can still walk fast
I can still rapid-think
I donโ€™t stand thunder-struck
At lifeโ€™s cares, I move on

I dance with glee
And the world
The blue sky,
The surging waves
The blowing breeze
The revolving earth
The spinning stars
The smiling moon
The warmth-full of sun
Dances with me.