Revelation
I just realized,
love does not exist.
It is an illusion,
a dark shadow of a foggy mist.
What we feel
we think is real
is just a dream,
a scar we wait for our hearts to heal.
Fluids we pass
between succulent reds,
making love,
all a pretense to get in our lover's beds.
For thousands of years
we lived and lied,
making up fairytales
for lovers of lovers who selfishly died.
What do we see
when we think it’s the one?
We only see our lives
passing by the chance of having fun.
It is only to get
those two drops that must
mingle and play,
in a moment of joy of earthly lust.
It was never to live
happily ever after.
It is always for this day.
Foolishly our lust we had to master.
I just realized
I need to live.
A revelation
that my love I don’t need to give
Submitted: June 03, 2022
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"It is always for this day." And what is wrong with that? We never know what tomorrow will bring or even if we will be here to find out. So love and enjoy.
Sat, June 4th, 2022 12:48pm
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You’re the man my man…. Finally someone who know what Life is all about.
Sat, June 4th, 2022 9:59am
I don't know quite sure why, but this makes me sad : (
Sat, June 4th, 2022 8:05pm
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I’m sorry I made you sad.
You can imagine now how such a revelation made me feel…. It’s devastating
Truth is shit…
Damn , Sam. I thought you were adding another chapter to the Bible. Come to find out you’re writing anti-love poetry. You’ve gone all 666 on me.
Tell ya what, though. I remember this guy I met several years ago who asked me if I believed you could fall in love with several people at once. I said ‘yes’. Then he smiled and took me on a taxi ride through New York.
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This is what I’ve been saying all along…
Be care with those guys who promise you love then take you for a ride… especially those cute ones with jeans half way down their asses.
Oh, I’ll be careful with you alright. If you promise me love, you better give me a ride. When this meter hits four hours, I think I have to take you to the hospital. I can see why you can only get your jeans halfway off your ass.
Sun, June 5th, 2022 5:14am
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As I said I don’t believe in love.
I’m also not an Uber driver.
I don’t like to wear jeans.
As for my ass…. Well, I’m not going to go there you might blush so much you’re nipples might hurt…
Anyways That guy you’re talking about has left the building.
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You make love sound like a dream; something made up or fleeting. For those with a cynical view, I can understand this and may have only experienced one side of it. But when it is mutual and reciprocated, there are only clear skies and blissful highs. There are lows as well but worth the challenge. It is a sad countenance that you recite and one of loss. It is also well told in the emotion it invokes.
Sat, June 4th, 2022 8:55amAuthor
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It is a dream. I’m at a stage in my life to realize that love does not exist (okay you know me… I go through a couple of stages in a day… so now I’m in this one)
Sat, June 4th, 2022 9:57amYou … like everyone else is trying to find the reason you experience all those fucking emotions and you attribute those to what they call “Love”
I tell you “love” does not exist….
The love of a man for a woman?!… doesn’t exist… he wants to fuck… she wants to be fucked… mutual fucking benefit
The love of a woman for a tree?!… doesn’t exist… she wants to feel good feeding the tree before using it for wood …. The tree wants to feel good getting fed not knowing it going to shopped to pieces …. Again mutual benefit
I can give you a hundred examples… of trees
They all boil down to one thing… using love to feed the fire.