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  • tragic love

    Posted: May 7, 2010, 2:12 am by kahawamoto
    I've been thinking about love a lot lately. Or whatever passes as love these days. A friend of mine calls it 'sex blindness'. Hahaha. Kinda makes sense though. Sex makes people go blind and stupid.
    It got me wondering, what ever happened to tragic love? That intense, chest ripping love. The love that made men go to war to protect their women, the kind of love that dude in the bible felt, the one who worked for years so that he could get the girl. Her name was what? Rachel? Ruth? I forget... And how he said that it didn't feel like it was that long, because the love was so strong. That Romeo and Julliet kind of love, the whole stabbing and poisoning, not that i advocate suicide, but you get my point.

    Will we get to experience that in our generation? Or have things been toned down a little. is it because the obstacles we face now seem minor? An annoying in law, an empty wallet, a suggestive tweet, an incriminating picture on facebook, a drunk dial...
    All that seems to be going on now is relationships with aspects of unfaithfulness, fuck buddies, failing marriages, one night stands and pointless flings. Not that i'm condemning, or judging, but where is that real love?

    'Make you feel my love' by Adele is playing. My iTunes is mocking me. the song's about how there's nothing that she wouldn't do to make him feel her love. she get's it. THAT kind of love. Where is it? Look for the song!

    ION (In Other News) for you anit-abbrev. peoples, i wrote this piece last night, actually it was early this morning after chatting with a girl of mine about boys and things. She said something in passing that made me realize something. Thanks Shaz!


    there is no such thing as perfection,
    but your imperfections are perfect
    your dark skin and small oracle eyes
    the way you said you loved my thighs
    the man from whose rib i was formed
    you are my brother soul
    to be without you, an equation that would solve itself in death
    for there is no me without you, you are my breath
    i lay on you, chest against chest
    i know i love you, no uncertainty, no doubt
    i know i love you, no uncertainty, no douby

    i put my ear on your chest and hear your heart beat . . . . . . .
    i realize i am truly blessed, and i am truly grateful
    grateful for the heart,
    that pumps blood to the veins,
    that goes through the flesh,
    that houses the spirit,
    that I love.

    you have me in total surrender
    my white panties waving high in the air
    i want to go away with you, and drown in your essence
    to disappear in the gap, between your arms and chest
    i am yours, future baby daddy
    yours to love, if you will have me.

    you fill me with your love, grounding me. But i am floating on air simultaneously...
    i would write a letter to my past self
    tell her not to change a thing
    that she would find a man sooner than later,
    that you would come along and change her forever

    this is how i feel now, when i think of you
    when my mind drifts to the past, that was just me and you
    and wonders how you and me would be, if we were 'we' today
    whether i would love you, in the same intense way
    sadly, i know not who you are, what you're about, or the man you've become
    in my memories, you are still perfection
    but now i'm grown, i know better,
    what remains now, a diminishing addiction.


    Peace and Love my good people.
    Have a lovely weekend.
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