Legalities and Love #1

Legalities and Love - What does it all mean?
Really? I'm not sure what the connection is?
To say the least, it baffles me to no end.
I understand legalities, at least sort of . . .
We certainly do need some laws, don't we?
Like the Ten Commandments.
But beyond the Big Ten, do we need more?
The lawyers certainly must think so.
They are one group that is certainly full of themselves.
But personally, I think that Hamlet had the right idea . . .
That is, killing all the lawyers, although "All" might be a bit harsh.
Still, our world would likely be a better place with less lawyers.
Certainly love would have a better chance without lawyers.
Maybe couples would try harder to stay together,
If there weren't so many legalities for breaking commitments.
To my way of thinking lawyers mess more things up than they fix.
So, as you might well imagine, legalities gets few votes from me.
But love, that is another story.
You see, I am a die-hard romantic.
I always have been and I suppose that I always will be.
That is to say, I am in love and always will be.
The woman of my dreams is the woman of my life.
She is real and alive and shares her life with me.
And I love her with every fiber of my body and soul.
It has been that way since we first met many years ago.
And regardless of legalities and what they have to do with love . . .
I will always love her, in this life and beyond the grave.
For time and all eternity I will love her.

Midnight Meditations

It is way past midnight, so I bid you "Good Morning"
Although the darkness outside dictates that it still must be night
At least for those who are sane enough to be in bed asleep . . .
But I guess being considered sane leaves me out, because here I am
Up, dead-tired, yet wide awake, unable to sleep . . .
So, with tired body and mind, I go through my midnight meditations
A ritual of sorts that I go through nearly every night
Thinking about the day gone by, the past, and tomorrow . . .
Feeling elation and sorrow at once, along with pain and happiness
With no rhyme or reason for some of my more bizzare thoughts
Yet, all the same thoughts that haunt me . . .
So, here I am and will be here
Until I can no longer hold my eyes open
And then, and only then, will I fall like a deadman into my bed . . .
There to be greeted by unfinished dreams
But sometimes nightmares
Both of which serve as my nightly companions until the sun rises . . .
And then it all begins anew
My life as it is and always is by day
Until my midnight meditations meet me sometime after midnight . . .

Counting Blessings Instead of "Bleep"

I used to be so critical of most everything
In fact, pretty closed minded and self-centered
Causing me to speak and think in "Bleeps"
But as I've grown older and maybe a little wiser
Although I doubt the wiser part
Generally regarding myself as just an old fart
I have come to a juncture in my life
Where the "Bleeps" are minimal
Although at times are still there
But are now mostly subliminal
As I realize all of the blessings
I have in my life that far outweigh those things
That once induced me to "Bleep". . .
Yes, I am far better off
Just counting my blessings.

Post Christmas Trek to the Mall

It is that time of year again
To trek to the Mall
And fight the crowds
As Christmas gifts are returned
Because they were either junk
Didn't fit or were the wrong color
Or whatever . . .
And then get ripped by the retailer
Who has marked the items down
So that regardless of the original price
The consumer gets mere pennies
On his precious All Mighty Dollar.
And so it goes . . .
We are never satisfied with anything
Justifying in our little minds
Our post Christmas trek to the mall.

The After Christmas Blues

On Christmas morning I looked out the front window
And then checked the garage
Looking for a sporty little blue roadster
With a big red ribbon tied around it
A Corvette would be nice
Even a Porshe or Z-3 would be so sweet
But the only thing blue on Christmas morning
Was me
Stuck
With the after Christmas bills
Once again forgotten by Santa
Yet still believing that maybe next year
If I'm less naughty
And a little nicer
That a different kind of blue
Will find me after Christmas

The Day After Christmas

It is the day after Christmas
And all of the merritment seems gone
As the world returns to its bleak realities
Of surviving the day to day chaos of living
And working and trying to make it through
To the next day and next week and next year
All while paying the bills, taxes, and mortgage
And still having enough left over to gas up the car. . .
Why, oh why do we have to grow up?
Knowing that Santa Claus was always checking
To see if we were being naughty or nice
And playing with Christmas toys
On the day after Christmas
Was far better
Than facing life as an adult.

My Merry Christmas

My wife gave this blog to me for Christmas.
I didn't even know what a blog was.
But she thinks that I'm a writer
And that this would bring warm fuzz.

I teach about the law
I write about my love
So she named my blogger place
Legalities and Love

(First entry written by echo's wife)