One simple thought.
That's all that governs everything I do.
That's all, one simple thing.
No matter where I am,
No matter what I'm doing
It all leads back to this one thing.
It has the power to effect my mood.
It can make me happy,
to the utmost extreme.
However, it can also bring me
to a whole new low.
It can make me the most confident man alive.
But it can also fill me with self doubt.
Usually it lifts me up and makes me smile,
Makes me want to be near this thing,
This one simple thing.
This one simple thought.
Life can be so funny.
It has its twists and turns,
it can be so extremely complicated,
so confusing, so empty, so cold.
It's funny that in a way
all life's worries and perils,
all the negative things that can happen,
to make a person just want to give up,
all those things can be erased in the blink of an eye
by thinking of the one thing that makes you happy-
The one thing YOUR world revolves around.
And for me, that one thing,
that one beautiful thought, is of you.
2
From the day I held you, till the day I die,
I will cherish the time we had.
From the day I saw you, till the day I go blind,
I will never forget when I first laid eyes on you.
From the day I loved you, until I can no more,
I will go on loving you... till the end of time.
From the day I saw your soul, till the day I cannot,
until the day our souls are one,
I will wait here... for all eternity.
From the day you caressed me, till the day I can't feel any more,
I will always remember the ways you touched me.
From the day you smiled at me, until the day I can't smile back,
I will cherish the way you would smile at me like an angel.
From the day I felt you, until the day I cannot any more,
I will never forget how you felt in my arms,
my heart skipping a beat, as I caressed you with all my love.
Until the day I kiss you, the day that our love will entwine,
I will be waiting here... till the end of time... for that kiss
3
The illusion was beauty
companionship disguised
the romantic trespassing
In the swollen wind
all that remains of you
are your fingerprints.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
POETRY: ALL RESISTANCE DISINTEGRATES
We were once lovers so deeply in love
nothing could seperate us, but us
we had something so special, love could not define
mindblowing it surely was.
Now those days are nothing but a beautiful memory
the times we shared were nothing short of amazing
but all good things end eventually
but the thing that will never end is our memories.
When I look back upon those wonderful days
my heart and soul stop to think about
the fun, laughter, and joy we shared
when we were once lovers.
Thinking about those days brings tears to my eyes
tears of both sadness and happiness
nobody could take away the times we shared
when we were once lovers.
2
The sun sets and out comes the starry night
The calm waves crash along the sandy shore.
We lay there in each other's arms so tight
Each other's lost love, we gently restore.
Our mouths fill with passionate words we share
With these sweet words our dormant hearts arouse.
To our love nothing could ever compare
With the strength of pure love between our vows.
Our hearts rise up high in the starry sky
Our passion flies gracefully like a dove.
The night slowly ends and says its goodbye
We're still together entwined in love
The days and nights will always come and go
But our love will stay and resume to flow.
3
When you need to hear her tender voice every day
or you will go insane
The thought of her wit' another man brings you pain
The thought of her leaving you or never meeting her
brings tears to your eyes
She makes you feel alive
Before you met her your life had no meaning
Then she became your reason for living
You stay up at nights thinking of how wonderful she is
and write poems about her
Everything you see or do reminds you of her
You are willing to risk everything for her
You think of her all the time
When you think of her she becomes your sunshine
When you close your eyes, her face is the first thing you see
When you wake up, she flows continuously through your mind
like the waves in the sea
When you?re with her, there is no other place you would rather be
When she has hurt you badly and didn?t mean it intentionally
Even though she is with another man
And you still will wait for her for an eternity
Wait for her to clearly see
Wait for her even if she
Pulls you one way and another
Out of the all the girls you don?t want another
When she smiles it brings happiness and joy into your day
When you see her, for the moments you're together
are the best of the day
And you listen to everything she has to say
Before you go to sleep every night you pray
That one day she will realize how much you love her
And that one day you will be together
Forever
4
You are my melody, my note played just right.
From the moment I saw you
My heart gave flight.....
You are my melody, a sound so sweet.
The sound of your voice, the words from your lips...
Touch the very depths inside of me....
You are my melody, the tune that will always play
For you have opened up my heart with your love,
A love with passion that grows more and more each day...
You are my melody, my song that came true
My life is filled with so much joy,
Simply because... I fell in love with you.
5
A look into your eyes is pure ecstasy.
It delivers my subconscious to that blissful paradise
Found within my heart.
A look into your eyes
Is a look into the darkness of the night;
Unknown and unexpecting.
Yet, a look into your dark pools of infinity
Bestow upon me a sweet sense of tranquility and passion.
Feelings of desire overcome my own self-existence.
A look into your eyes engulfs me
In a fantasy where you and I are ceaselessly
In love
And quarantined from all the evil
And malicious ways of humanity.
All resistance disintegrates
As we immerse ourselves into each other's actuality.
I drift away in a sea of twilight
As you slowly and voluptuously seduce me
Through a maze of sensorial entanglement
That leaves me gasping (for an opportunity
To re-meditate the situation)
But then,
I look deeply into your eyes
And I know the love I feel for you
Isn't going to disappear.
It is destined to go on and fulfill my every wish.
And I do believe
With all of my heart,
Loving you is a resolution that I can savor.
So when I look into your eyes,
I remind myself how much I am truly
In love with you.
6
An explosion that released
a thousand
secrets,
opened every door,
and brought my dreams
to the surface.
It reached deep inside,
and spread
contagiously.
I was taken to the edge,
and lifted to the
stars.
A ride I'll never
forget.
nothing could seperate us, but us
we had something so special, love could not define
mindblowing it surely was.
Now those days are nothing but a beautiful memory
the times we shared were nothing short of amazing
but all good things end eventually
but the thing that will never end is our memories.
When I look back upon those wonderful days
my heart and soul stop to think about
the fun, laughter, and joy we shared
when we were once lovers.
Thinking about those days brings tears to my eyes
tears of both sadness and happiness
nobody could take away the times we shared
when we were once lovers.
2
The sun sets and out comes the starry night
The calm waves crash along the sandy shore.
We lay there in each other's arms so tight
Each other's lost love, we gently restore.
Our mouths fill with passionate words we share
With these sweet words our dormant hearts arouse.
To our love nothing could ever compare
With the strength of pure love between our vows.
Our hearts rise up high in the starry sky
Our passion flies gracefully like a dove.
The night slowly ends and says its goodbye
We're still together entwined in love
The days and nights will always come and go
But our love will stay and resume to flow.
3
When you need to hear her tender voice every day
or you will go insane
The thought of her wit' another man brings you pain
The thought of her leaving you or never meeting her
brings tears to your eyes
She makes you feel alive
Before you met her your life had no meaning
Then she became your reason for living
You stay up at nights thinking of how wonderful she is
and write poems about her
Everything you see or do reminds you of her
You are willing to risk everything for her
You think of her all the time
When you think of her she becomes your sunshine
When you close your eyes, her face is the first thing you see
When you wake up, she flows continuously through your mind
like the waves in the sea
When you?re with her, there is no other place you would rather be
When she has hurt you badly and didn?t mean it intentionally
Even though she is with another man
And you still will wait for her for an eternity
Wait for her to clearly see
Wait for her even if she
Pulls you one way and another
Out of the all the girls you don?t want another
When she smiles it brings happiness and joy into your day
When you see her, for the moments you're together
are the best of the day
And you listen to everything she has to say
Before you go to sleep every night you pray
That one day she will realize how much you love her
And that one day you will be together
Forever
4
You are my melody, my note played just right.
From the moment I saw you
My heart gave flight.....
You are my melody, a sound so sweet.
The sound of your voice, the words from your lips...
Touch the very depths inside of me....
You are my melody, the tune that will always play
For you have opened up my heart with your love,
A love with passion that grows more and more each day...
You are my melody, my song that came true
My life is filled with so much joy,
Simply because... I fell in love with you.
5
A look into your eyes is pure ecstasy.
It delivers my subconscious to that blissful paradise
Found within my heart.
A look into your eyes
Is a look into the darkness of the night;
Unknown and unexpecting.
Yet, a look into your dark pools of infinity
Bestow upon me a sweet sense of tranquility and passion.
Feelings of desire overcome my own self-existence.
A look into your eyes engulfs me
In a fantasy where you and I are ceaselessly
In love
And quarantined from all the evil
And malicious ways of humanity.
All resistance disintegrates
As we immerse ourselves into each other's actuality.
I drift away in a sea of twilight
As you slowly and voluptuously seduce me
Through a maze of sensorial entanglement
That leaves me gasping (for an opportunity
To re-meditate the situation)
But then,
I look deeply into your eyes
And I know the love I feel for you
Isn't going to disappear.
It is destined to go on and fulfill my every wish.
And I do believe
With all of my heart,
Loving you is a resolution that I can savor.
So when I look into your eyes,
I remind myself how much I am truly
In love with you.
6
An explosion that released
a thousand
secrets,
opened every door,
and brought my dreams
to the surface.
It reached deep inside,
and spread
contagiously.
I was taken to the edge,
and lifted to the
stars.
A ride I'll never
forget.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: CAN I TRUST YOU
Can I trust you, she asked...
Towering over me with only the flickering light of a candle illuminating her gourgeous angel features and associated expressions........the curves of her eyes, her cheeks, and soft lips, matched with a glowing of the skin on her naked body, matching that of her naked and vulnerable mind, which doesn't often enough allow such a question....
Sure as the sun will rise for every new day, I shall listen to you, hear your voice, and rise to meet your every need...Sure as the winds move across the ocean's surface, so shall I always move across our own distances in love...and always toward you... Sure as the sky turns gray, then blue...so shall my love weather all storms that come our way... Sure as the stars shine brightly in the clear night sky, so shall my heart shine brightly as it bares your name... and only your name...even now it whispers your name as it beats to give me life. Sure as the montain stands tall over the rivers and valleys below so shall I stand and watch over you...protecting you, never leaving your side...not ever again... Sure as the cleansing rains are sent to nourish all that depend on it, so shall I provide for and support you, who often, but not always depends on me. Sure as the tides ebb and flow with the changing energy of the moon, so shall my love remain flexible to your many moons and changing energy... Sure as our feet find eachother easch and every night, no matter the state thta we may have been in while falling asleep, shall i find you no matter where your ego may mistakenly tell you to run and hide...
...and as her tears rained down upon my chest last night, they carried with it a message from her soul to mine...a message of wanting to trust me, yet aknowledging the delicate process to arriving there. This is where I stand in the fire no matter the heat, ignoring my own ego and allowing my own vulnerability.
Can I trust you, she asked?
Towering over me with only the flickering light of a candle illuminating her gourgeous angel features and associated expressions........the curves of her eyes, her cheeks, and soft lips, matched with a glowing of the skin on her naked body, matching that of her naked and vulnerable mind, which doesn't often enough allow such a question....
Sure as the sun will rise for every new day, I shall listen to you, hear your voice, and rise to meet your every need...Sure as the winds move across the ocean's surface, so shall I always move across our own distances in love...and always toward you... Sure as the sky turns gray, then blue...so shall my love weather all storms that come our way... Sure as the stars shine brightly in the clear night sky, so shall my heart shine brightly as it bares your name... and only your name...even now it whispers your name as it beats to give me life. Sure as the montain stands tall over the rivers and valleys below so shall I stand and watch over you...protecting you, never leaving your side...not ever again... Sure as the cleansing rains are sent to nourish all that depend on it, so shall I provide for and support you, who often, but not always depends on me. Sure as the tides ebb and flow with the changing energy of the moon, so shall my love remain flexible to your many moons and changing energy... Sure as our feet find eachother easch and every night, no matter the state thta we may have been in while falling asleep, shall i find you no matter where your ego may mistakenly tell you to run and hide...
...and as her tears rained down upon my chest last night, they carried with it a message from her soul to mine...a message of wanting to trust me, yet aknowledging the delicate process to arriving there. This is where I stand in the fire no matter the heat, ignoring my own ego and allowing my own vulnerability.
Can I trust you, she asked?
LOVE LETTER/ PERSONAL: DEAREST
Dearest,
What if, when we held each other, our flesh
became consciousness itself?
What if our flesh commingled
became the mother of light
and sound, the vast word,
the ocean forgotten at birth?
What if, when we held each other,
the skin between us slipped away,
and our old exasperated tongues
turned into everything that heals,
into one long kiss, the kiss that started
when the universe began.
What if, when we held each other,
nothing survived but one shared breath,
nothing survived but the sweet odors
of gentle and tempestuous love,
nothing survived but our sensual hearts
singing the only song there is.
What if when we held each other
we danced in that very moment of Now
and forgot all other moments before.
What if we lived every moment like that
in life and love's embrace?
no moments before, no moments after,
just the instant which the universe had blessed
us with no promise of future instants to be granted.
What if, when we held each other, our flesh
became consciousness itself?
What if our flesh commingled
became the mother of light
and sound, the vast word,
the ocean forgotten at birth?
What if, when we held each other,
the skin between us slipped away,
and our old exasperated tongues
turned into everything that heals,
into one long kiss, the kiss that started
when the universe began.
What if, when we held each other,
nothing survived but one shared breath,
nothing survived but the sweet odors
of gentle and tempestuous love,
nothing survived but our sensual hearts
singing the only song there is.
What if when we held each other
we danced in that very moment of Now
and forgot all other moments before.
What if we lived every moment like that
in life and love's embrace?
no moments before, no moments after,
just the instant which the universe had blessed
us with no promise of future instants to be granted.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: MY DEAREST
My Dearest...I have been afraid of living, afraid of loving, afraid of giving myself to you; all the while asking you to live, love, and give yourself to me. I have asked you to abandon the walls that surround your heart without fully abandoning my own. I have held onto pain and darkness and allowed fear to invade me to the point of losing myself and all that I stand for. When my pain got the best of me, I avoided asking you to help me through it...thinking that your fears and your pain would only seek to shame me for my own.
I have looked for reasons to be annoyed, angry, or depressed instead of counting my many blessings and reasons to be happy. I have been human...I have been humbled...and I've witnessed my own Hell as a result of allowing ego to rule my world. With this pain, I step into a place of tremendous personal growth and am finding a strengthening of Spirit that is helping me to grow with every passing day. A strength that has shown me how and why to fully love, give, and trust in all. As I grow and I look at our life and our love with a renewed and enlightened vision, I give to you the following Invitation with no expectations other than for you to know how truly and deeply I love you...
I have looked for reasons to be annoyed, angry, or depressed instead of counting my many blessings and reasons to be happy. I have been human...I have been humbled...and I've witnessed my own Hell as a result of allowing ego to rule my world. With this pain, I step into a place of tremendous personal growth and am finding a strengthening of Spirit that is helping me to grow with every passing day. A strength that has shown me how and why to fully love, give, and trust in all. As I grow and I look at our life and our love with a renewed and enlightened vision, I give to you the following Invitation with no expectations other than for you to know how truly and deeply I love you...
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER; MY DEAREST
My Dearest,
You have brought so much into my world and often without effort...for it wasn't until I met you that I opened the door for so many wonderful things to enter into my life, which I wouldn't have experienced otherwise.
You are the one who would start me on this journey of becoming a man although it wouldn't be an easy road and would take a lot of patience.
Maybe you knew that when you signed up for this assignment...knew that you would have to hold back and save your strength for the challenges that we would one day face and have to conquer in order to stay together.
I look back with admiration at the various times in our lives where you rose up and showed strength that seemed beyond that of the girl that I fell in love with. It seems that "Girl" no longer does you justice and even feels uncomfortable as it leaves my lips...it is the strength of a woman that I see whan I look at you today.
You are the strongest woman that I've ever had in my life...I can cite your strength in knowing how you have battled your ego, your own limits, your hidden desires...to stay in this place with me.
It is through this journey and through your love that I feel the man appearing as I admire the woman that you have become. In this very state of battle-weariness, I have learned the true meaning of life, love, and Spirit and how they relate with one another. And through these struggles, I have grown to know how to love completely, wholly, and without fear.
My Dearest, I give you my life, my heart and want you to know from the very depths of my soul that I am truly madly and deeply in love with you. In love with every part of you...the triumphs, the struggles. I understand you and know you from the inside out and shower you in unconditional love and light, wrapping you up and protecting you with my newly strong arms...holding you ever so close to me, warming you with the heat that is generated from the very beating of my heart...a heart that beats for you.
You have brought so much into my world and often without effort...for it wasn't until I met you that I opened the door for so many wonderful things to enter into my life, which I wouldn't have experienced otherwise.
You are the one who would start me on this journey of becoming a man although it wouldn't be an easy road and would take a lot of patience.
Maybe you knew that when you signed up for this assignment...knew that you would have to hold back and save your strength for the challenges that we would one day face and have to conquer in order to stay together.
I look back with admiration at the various times in our lives where you rose up and showed strength that seemed beyond that of the girl that I fell in love with. It seems that "Girl" no longer does you justice and even feels uncomfortable as it leaves my lips...it is the strength of a woman that I see whan I look at you today.
You are the strongest woman that I've ever had in my life...I can cite your strength in knowing how you have battled your ego, your own limits, your hidden desires...to stay in this place with me.
It is through this journey and through your love that I feel the man appearing as I admire the woman that you have become. In this very state of battle-weariness, I have learned the true meaning of life, love, and Spirit and how they relate with one another. And through these struggles, I have grown to know how to love completely, wholly, and without fear.
My Dearest, I give you my life, my heart and want you to know from the very depths of my soul that I am truly madly and deeply in love with you. In love with every part of you...the triumphs, the struggles. I understand you and know you from the inside out and shower you in unconditional love and light, wrapping you up and protecting you with my newly strong arms...holding you ever so close to me, warming you with the heat that is generated from the very beating of my heart...a heart that beats for you.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: FEAR
Dearest Future Soulmate,
Fear is destruction...Fear is only as real as I may think it is and lasts only for as long as I hold unto it. Fear can be the theif of a life and the killer of a soul, but is dispelled the minute one takes action to face it head on and / or decide to let it go. Once we place fears aside, we realize that what held us captive were simply what we fed our mind and it really had no power over us...only what we gave it. To let fear go can best be described as "freedom".
To love is to live and to love is the essence of human existence; we cannot function without love and even further can die without it. Love creates; it touches the very core of our being and gives us the unseen force to believe, to grow, to try, to change, to give, to be. Love is faith and love is empowering. To some degree we've all had a taste of what it means to love and be loved unconditionally; yet it often doesn't remain alive and strong and certainly as we move away from creation (love) and toward destruction (fear). We've all made decisions based out of fear and damaged things that were dear to us. Nonetheless, in the midst of destruction, love is a mere decision or choice away...the decision...simply to release the fear or release the destructive force that is keeping us from loving and start to create again.
Freedom from the fear of failure, rejection and the unknown makes room for love and faith to grow. But without the release or dismissal of fear, love is smothered, cannot bloom and reach its full potential. Love, faith and fear cannot dwell together, one will always over-power the other, with that power coming from the force that one decides to feed. Fear is always seeking to paralyze our thinking as is the force of love and faith always seeking to strengthen and free us.
My Dearest, as I pull these words together, I work tirelessly to stay in a place of love and likewise work with the same effort to hold your hand and pull you close to me...so as to keep you in the same place. I miss you when fear takes you away from me and aknowledge my responsibility for bringing you those fears although it is only you that can ultimately let those fears go and allow our love in its place. Please don't close the door to love.
Fear is destruction...Fear is only as real as I may think it is and lasts only for as long as I hold unto it. Fear can be the theif of a life and the killer of a soul, but is dispelled the minute one takes action to face it head on and / or decide to let it go. Once we place fears aside, we realize that what held us captive were simply what we fed our mind and it really had no power over us...only what we gave it. To let fear go can best be described as "freedom".
To love is to live and to love is the essence of human existence; we cannot function without love and even further can die without it. Love creates; it touches the very core of our being and gives us the unseen force to believe, to grow, to try, to change, to give, to be. Love is faith and love is empowering. To some degree we've all had a taste of what it means to love and be loved unconditionally; yet it often doesn't remain alive and strong and certainly as we move away from creation (love) and toward destruction (fear). We've all made decisions based out of fear and damaged things that were dear to us. Nonetheless, in the midst of destruction, love is a mere decision or choice away...the decision...simply to release the fear or release the destructive force that is keeping us from loving and start to create again.
Freedom from the fear of failure, rejection and the unknown makes room for love and faith to grow. But without the release or dismissal of fear, love is smothered, cannot bloom and reach its full potential. Love, faith and fear cannot dwell together, one will always over-power the other, with that power coming from the force that one decides to feed. Fear is always seeking to paralyze our thinking as is the force of love and faith always seeking to strengthen and free us.
My Dearest, as I pull these words together, I work tirelessly to stay in a place of love and likewise work with the same effort to hold your hand and pull you close to me...so as to keep you in the same place. I miss you when fear takes you away from me and aknowledge my responsibility for bringing you those fears although it is only you that can ultimately let those fears go and allow our love in its place. Please don't close the door to love.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: CAPTIVATED FROM FIRST GLANCE
So I'm "unlovable" or at least that's what I have been telling myself. I've been unlovable since I was a child and left completely on my own to decide my worth, my value, my place in this world. I don't blame my parents, they did the best that they could do
There are places and events that one may visit for the very first time that are both breath taking and awe-inspiring and yet bring with them an overwhelming sense of familiarity and deja vu. A sense of home or comfort like no other that warms you to the core yet is quite baffling and frankly chilling at the same time. Could these feelings be bridges to past lives, past places or are they simply glue to the events in this life as we fumble our way to do, see, and accomplish all that lies within our path of destiny and / or co-creation? Were we shown our path before we started out on it and thus are recalling fragments of that viewing which result in these momentary connections in our minds that seem to defy logic and understanding? For me, these universal glimpses represent assurances that there is something much greater than ourselves at work.
How I Found Home...
I first met My Dearest late one evening at a very familiar place, one that I had been to many times but no matter my familiarity with the surrounds, I could have never been prepared for the energy that overtook me when she walked by. Never in my entire life have I felt so drawn to someone. Moving to a place in the room where I could have the advantage of observe her dance without being caught, I literally remembered saying to myself "I could marry her". I watched her for about a half an hour (okay maybe a little longer)...beauty, familiarity, comfort, home kept ringing through my mind...so much so that I couldn't chance her leaving without my saying something to her. So I took a deep breath, walked up to her on the dance floor and told her that she was amazing before muttering my name and then walking out to head home, but yet somehow knowing that we would again see one another. We didn't have conversation beyond "You are amazing" and "Thanks", no exchange of numbers, no promise to meet again...
Have we tried this before but failed the test and are now re-learning to get it right? Why was she home from the moment I saw her? I just know that she is the glue in the mozaic of tiles that represent my life today and she is home. She is the only home that I know...not because we have become comfortable over time but because we were comfortable before time and before we even met. We aren't addicted to one another, we simply fit like puzzle pieces and enjoy the snugness. Through my anger and resentment I had forgotten what My Dearest means to me, what her family means to me, what our history means to me I don't want to lose the only one on this planet that absolutely captivated me from first glance.
There are places and events that one may visit for the very first time that are both breath taking and awe-inspiring and yet bring with them an overwhelming sense of familiarity and deja vu. A sense of home or comfort like no other that warms you to the core yet is quite baffling and frankly chilling at the same time. Could these feelings be bridges to past lives, past places or are they simply glue to the events in this life as we fumble our way to do, see, and accomplish all that lies within our path of destiny and / or co-creation? Were we shown our path before we started out on it and thus are recalling fragments of that viewing which result in these momentary connections in our minds that seem to defy logic and understanding? For me, these universal glimpses represent assurances that there is something much greater than ourselves at work.
How I Found Home...
I first met My Dearest late one evening at a very familiar place, one that I had been to many times but no matter my familiarity with the surrounds, I could have never been prepared for the energy that overtook me when she walked by. Never in my entire life have I felt so drawn to someone. Moving to a place in the room where I could have the advantage of observe her dance without being caught, I literally remembered saying to myself "I could marry her". I watched her for about a half an hour (okay maybe a little longer)...beauty, familiarity, comfort, home kept ringing through my mind...so much so that I couldn't chance her leaving without my saying something to her. So I took a deep breath, walked up to her on the dance floor and told her that she was amazing before muttering my name and then walking out to head home, but yet somehow knowing that we would again see one another. We didn't have conversation beyond "You are amazing" and "Thanks", no exchange of numbers, no promise to meet again...
Have we tried this before but failed the test and are now re-learning to get it right? Why was she home from the moment I saw her? I just know that she is the glue in the mozaic of tiles that represent my life today and she is home. She is the only home that I know...not because we have become comfortable over time but because we were comfortable before time and before we even met. We aren't addicted to one another, we simply fit like puzzle pieces and enjoy the snugness. Through my anger and resentment I had forgotten what My Dearest means to me, what her family means to me, what our history means to me I don't want to lose the only one on this planet that absolutely captivated me from first glance.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER; SHE IS MY DEAREST
She is My Dearest because much of what I am today is a result of her being in my life and although "what I am" is not representative of my greatest potential it is she that I can work through to reach said potential; for I have chosen her to teach me these lessons and she has chosen me for the same.
She is My Dearest because she is of stunning beauty; a beauty that I am constantly reminded of in the morning when I wake up next to her and in the evenings when I arrive home. With the rawness of late, I feel naked and ill-equipped to hide from her my adoration and am reminded in this that even the worst of events are opportunities to open our eyes and see what is before us...in this case a flower of radiant colors that my eyes are sometimes blinded by.
She is My Dearest because she is the one who gave of her body, mind and soul to carry,
She is My Dearest because we can talk for hours about the current issues in our lives and when the pain becomes too overwhelming to keep a smile, we can pillowfight to the death and then fall into eachother's arms passionately before surrendering to the night.
She is My Dearest because she does support me as best that she can at any given moment and any given circumstances...and I judge her not for the times where I looked and couldn't find her because she became overwhelmed and had to hide.
She is My Dearest because her name is written all over my heart and so my heart wears those letters like a warm coat, shielding itself form the darkness and coldness in the world that would exist if she weren't around.
She is My Dearest because I love her and for all that she is and care nothing about what she is not.
She is My Dearest because she is of stunning beauty; a beauty that I am constantly reminded of in the morning when I wake up next to her and in the evenings when I arrive home. With the rawness of late, I feel naked and ill-equipped to hide from her my adoration and am reminded in this that even the worst of events are opportunities to open our eyes and see what is before us...in this case a flower of radiant colors that my eyes are sometimes blinded by.
She is My Dearest because she is the one who gave of her body, mind and soul to carry,
She is My Dearest because we can talk for hours about the current issues in our lives and when the pain becomes too overwhelming to keep a smile, we can pillowfight to the death and then fall into eachother's arms passionately before surrendering to the night.
She is My Dearest because she does support me as best that she can at any given moment and any given circumstances...and I judge her not for the times where I looked and couldn't find her because she became overwhelmed and had to hide.
She is My Dearest because her name is written all over my heart and so my heart wears those letters like a warm coat, shielding itself form the darkness and coldness in the world that would exist if she weren't around.
She is My Dearest because I love her and for all that she is and care nothing about what she is not.
PUSSY: THE SACRED CAVE---THE PUSSY
The pussy, or in Tantric terms, the yoni. The word yoni literally translated from its sanskrit origins means 'sacred cave' ~ I like that...sacred cave; a sense of which we have lost within our fast moving, goal oriented, sexual culture.
POETRY: BY YOUR UNDYING LOVE
We sit facing each other at a romantic dinner for two.
We gaze into each others eyes,
and look deep into each others souls.
For, we knew we where destined to be together
from the first time we met, it was memorable in deed.
We share a single glass of wine, from which we both sip,
as it is a symbol of our love for each other to share together.
We hold each others hands,
and proclaim our devotion to each other.
We finalize this special time together,
by a kiss that seems to last forever,
as it seems time has suddenly ceased.
For as long as the candle light is lit on the table,
we share this special time together.
PART 2
Trust me and let me lead the way
White rose pedals falling from the sky on a beautiful day
When you're vulnerable, I'll be your comfort and your strength
And when everything is perfect, know our love will never change
'Cuz I love you, I love you, I love you
My Young Forever, I will love you till my end of days
Composing poems so you know our love inspires me
to translate love to art
Emotions flow through my fingertips and echo sentiments of my heart
Cherish how your presence puts me at peace
And how beautiful you are when you sleep
The way you smile on me
And how, when I hold you, it feels like nothin' can harm you
Like I can protect you from anything 'cuz you mean the world to me
Take notice when you try a new hair style, paint your nails,
When you got a new dress,
and how every date with you is a brand new fairy-tale
Each kiss leaves me unable to speak 'cuz in your eyes all I see
Is an angel sent from heaven to save me
I go wherever you want to take me 'cuz, baby,
Your beauty transcends appearances, songs, and paintings
And so long as you want me to be your one and only
I promise, no matter where you are, I'll never leave you lonely.
No distance could ever keep us apart, no obstacle or circumstance.
You will be My Young Forever, my heart, and I love you.
Thank God we took a chance...
Trust me and let me lead the way
White rose pedals falling from the sky on a beautiful day
When you're vulnerable, I'll be your comfort and your strength
And when everything is perfect, know our love will never change
'Cuz I love you, I love you, I love you
My Young Forever, I love you till my end of days
PART 3
I am your one Protector,
And I am your safe Haven.
I am your knight in shining armor...
...your longing inspiration.
I'm ever present by your side,
As well as in your heart.
You know and feel it to be true,
Though we're so far apart.
Distance is but a word...
...a thing to overcome.
Don't worry, Love,
You'll find out soon,
That I will be your Home.
PART 4
Time passes many of us by
we dream about money, fame, wisdom,
and many think upon those requests
...we also dream about love.
To feel the touch of someone
to sense the comfort of that certain person
It's not a gift nor a wish
but it is rather- fate.
A weaving into the tapestry of time
but it is only in our mind where we search
We look and scour the world,
for that one person to love.
It's not hard,
because maybe love is within your grasp
All you have to do is reach out,
and grab the opportunity...
Love is within you,
and not to be searched for.
PART 5
My heart emerges, longing surges
through an absence of light from my window.
I will wish you unto me from the boundaries of sleep,
the edge of some reality.
Disobedient imagination, defying nations, will bring you to my side.
If only while I slumber and believe you're forever a caress away.
But soon the sun will rebel, does my heart have the guile
To ignore the trespassing light bleeding upon my eyes
I sigh, aware of my fitful trance
You were never there
PART 6
My mind is in a trance
Enveloped by unconsciousness
Your love evaporated my fears
By drinking my tears
My heart is in a trance
Enveloped by air
Oh! If only I could breathe
You into my soul
My soul is hiding from the storm
Enveloped by thunder
The sun shines from your eyes
And gives me comfort
My body is hiding from the rain
Enveloped by fear
Kiss me before I tear
Into my soul of pain
My secret is hiding from you
Enveloped by an infection
From a wound
I cannot heal
PART 7
Finally you're were you should be,
in my arms holding tight to me.
I'll never let you go,
I've waited to long, cried too much.
I have never felt like this before,
when I hold you, I want it to be forever,
I don't want to let go.
I want to protect you
from all the hurt and pain of the world
so I never have to see you sad.
I can't explain this,
I never knew I could be this happy
just by holding someone else.
I try not to cry when your in my arms,
but I can't help it,
it's a dream come true.
I can't explain my love for you,
but it's forever,
and it's what makes my tears
roll down my face whenever your in my arms.
PART 8
Once up on a time
there were two lovers
who loved each other
they would die if they
didn't have one another
they went through good
and rough times
but she was really sick
and her love she took to eternity
for him there was no reason to live
she was already dead
and the last breath she took was beside him
he asked God; why did you
take her instead of me?
why did you bring her into my life
if you were gonna take it away from me?
years passed by, he got over her
she promised to wait for him after death
and that her spirit would always be beside him
everywhere he was, she was there
every tear he cried, she would cried with him
there was nothing compared to love after death
he missed her so much
and couldn't take it anymore
it was time to move on and meet someone new
while he hugged his new lover
the spirit of his last lover died in pain
she went down her knees crying with so many memories
the last thing she ever wanted
was to separate her spirit from him
she knew it was true love
but couldn't understand
suddenly the lover notice
she was still alive on her bed
with her face full of tears and knew
it was just a DREAM!
PART 9
Never felt love 'til I fell through your eyes.
Never felt alone 'til you disappeared from my side.
Your touch alone brightend my life.
Being alone with you I'd drift to a majestic place.
Pressing your lips against mine would light my darkest nights.
With you by my side I felt unparallelled power.
Giving you soft kisses,
I felt I would devour the moisture on your body.
Gazing at your presence for a life time felt like an hour.
Able to spend part of my life with you felt like
an energy blast through my soul-
Very uplifted to know I'm with you
only to wake up & notice it wasn't true.
So much sorrow,
A tear fell down down like a waterfall crashes against rocks.
At one peace again,
I knew I would sleep for an eternity & once again meet up with you.
PART 10
The way you express yourself with such gratitude
My love for you seems to blossom at the heart
The heart so vibrant and pure
Your guidance is my eyes for you to follow
My love seems to blossom at the heart
The love you have given me I accept with an open mind
My love, you have given me strength and joy
The reason why I give you my all
Because the last thing you would do for me is make me fall
Happiness, tenderness, to our joyous times
Is all you have given me from this moment on
The tears we have cried, the moments of laughter
To the bumpy roads we have crossed
My dear, my love, life life, you are me,
And I give you me to complete you and I as one
Our minds, bodies, heart, and souls
are combined to cherish and guide from here to eternity
Each day I awaken to a new day, a new face looking before me,
a duplicate of my inner beauty that knows how I feel,
as my heart seems to blossom...
......By Your undying Love
We gaze into each others eyes,
and look deep into each others souls.
For, we knew we where destined to be together
from the first time we met, it was memorable in deed.
We share a single glass of wine, from which we both sip,
as it is a symbol of our love for each other to share together.
We hold each others hands,
and proclaim our devotion to each other.
We finalize this special time together,
by a kiss that seems to last forever,
as it seems time has suddenly ceased.
For as long as the candle light is lit on the table,
we share this special time together.
PART 2
Trust me and let me lead the way
White rose pedals falling from the sky on a beautiful day
When you're vulnerable, I'll be your comfort and your strength
And when everything is perfect, know our love will never change
'Cuz I love you, I love you, I love you
My Young Forever, I will love you till my end of days
Composing poems so you know our love inspires me
to translate love to art
Emotions flow through my fingertips and echo sentiments of my heart
Cherish how your presence puts me at peace
And how beautiful you are when you sleep
The way you smile on me
And how, when I hold you, it feels like nothin' can harm you
Like I can protect you from anything 'cuz you mean the world to me
Take notice when you try a new hair style, paint your nails,
When you got a new dress,
and how every date with you is a brand new fairy-tale
Each kiss leaves me unable to speak 'cuz in your eyes all I see
Is an angel sent from heaven to save me
I go wherever you want to take me 'cuz, baby,
Your beauty transcends appearances, songs, and paintings
And so long as you want me to be your one and only
I promise, no matter where you are, I'll never leave you lonely.
No distance could ever keep us apart, no obstacle or circumstance.
You will be My Young Forever, my heart, and I love you.
Thank God we took a chance...
Trust me and let me lead the way
White rose pedals falling from the sky on a beautiful day
When you're vulnerable, I'll be your comfort and your strength
And when everything is perfect, know our love will never change
'Cuz I love you, I love you, I love you
My Young Forever, I love you till my end of days
PART 3
I am your one Protector,
And I am your safe Haven.
I am your knight in shining armor...
...your longing inspiration.
I'm ever present by your side,
As well as in your heart.
You know and feel it to be true,
Though we're so far apart.
Distance is but a word...
...a thing to overcome.
Don't worry, Love,
You'll find out soon,
That I will be your Home.
PART 4
Time passes many of us by
we dream about money, fame, wisdom,
and many think upon those requests
...we also dream about love.
To feel the touch of someone
to sense the comfort of that certain person
It's not a gift nor a wish
but it is rather- fate.
A weaving into the tapestry of time
but it is only in our mind where we search
We look and scour the world,
for that one person to love.
It's not hard,
because maybe love is within your grasp
All you have to do is reach out,
and grab the opportunity...
Love is within you,
and not to be searched for.
PART 5
My heart emerges, longing surges
through an absence of light from my window.
I will wish you unto me from the boundaries of sleep,
the edge of some reality.
Disobedient imagination, defying nations, will bring you to my side.
If only while I slumber and believe you're forever a caress away.
But soon the sun will rebel, does my heart have the guile
To ignore the trespassing light bleeding upon my eyes
I sigh, aware of my fitful trance
You were never there
PART 6
My mind is in a trance
Enveloped by unconsciousness
Your love evaporated my fears
By drinking my tears
My heart is in a trance
Enveloped by air
Oh! If only I could breathe
You into my soul
My soul is hiding from the storm
Enveloped by thunder
The sun shines from your eyes
And gives me comfort
My body is hiding from the rain
Enveloped by fear
Kiss me before I tear
Into my soul of pain
My secret is hiding from you
Enveloped by an infection
From a wound
I cannot heal
PART 7
Finally you're were you should be,
in my arms holding tight to me.
I'll never let you go,
I've waited to long, cried too much.
I have never felt like this before,
when I hold you, I want it to be forever,
I don't want to let go.
I want to protect you
from all the hurt and pain of the world
so I never have to see you sad.
I can't explain this,
I never knew I could be this happy
just by holding someone else.
I try not to cry when your in my arms,
but I can't help it,
it's a dream come true.
I can't explain my love for you,
but it's forever,
and it's what makes my tears
roll down my face whenever your in my arms.
PART 8
Once up on a time
there were two lovers
who loved each other
they would die if they
didn't have one another
they went through good
and rough times
but she was really sick
and her love she took to eternity
for him there was no reason to live
she was already dead
and the last breath she took was beside him
he asked God; why did you
take her instead of me?
why did you bring her into my life
if you were gonna take it away from me?
years passed by, he got over her
she promised to wait for him after death
and that her spirit would always be beside him
everywhere he was, she was there
every tear he cried, she would cried with him
there was nothing compared to love after death
he missed her so much
and couldn't take it anymore
it was time to move on and meet someone new
while he hugged his new lover
the spirit of his last lover died in pain
she went down her knees crying with so many memories
the last thing she ever wanted
was to separate her spirit from him
she knew it was true love
but couldn't understand
suddenly the lover notice
she was still alive on her bed
with her face full of tears and knew
it was just a DREAM!
PART 9
Never felt love 'til I fell through your eyes.
Never felt alone 'til you disappeared from my side.
Your touch alone brightend my life.
Being alone with you I'd drift to a majestic place.
Pressing your lips against mine would light my darkest nights.
With you by my side I felt unparallelled power.
Giving you soft kisses,
I felt I would devour the moisture on your body.
Gazing at your presence for a life time felt like an hour.
Able to spend part of my life with you felt like
an energy blast through my soul-
Very uplifted to know I'm with you
only to wake up & notice it wasn't true.
So much sorrow,
A tear fell down down like a waterfall crashes against rocks.
At one peace again,
I knew I would sleep for an eternity & once again meet up with you.
PART 10
The way you express yourself with such gratitude
My love for you seems to blossom at the heart
The heart so vibrant and pure
Your guidance is my eyes for you to follow
My love seems to blossom at the heart
The love you have given me I accept with an open mind
My love, you have given me strength and joy
The reason why I give you my all
Because the last thing you would do for me is make me fall
Happiness, tenderness, to our joyous times
Is all you have given me from this moment on
The tears we have cried, the moments of laughter
To the bumpy roads we have crossed
My dear, my love, life life, you are me,
And I give you me to complete you and I as one
Our minds, bodies, heart, and souls
are combined to cherish and guide from here to eternity
Each day I awaken to a new day, a new face looking before me,
a duplicate of my inner beauty that knows how I feel,
as my heart seems to blossom...
......By Your undying Love
ARTICLES: THE SCAM OF MOVIES
Here’s a basic example of Hollywood Accounting: A studio makes a movie. The studio distributes the movie itself, and although the distributor is technically a separate company, they both belong to the same parent company. Also, the distribution arm sets whatever fees it wants. If they want to charge themselves eleventy quintillion dollars for distribution, they totally can. Then, even if the film earns billions of dollars in box office receipts, they’re still technically in debt (to themselves) and thus haven’t turned a profit.
Sound ridiculous? It happens all the freaking time. David Prowse, the guy who was in the Darth Vader costume in the original trilogy of Star Wars (before being ousted by that douche Hayden Christensen in the special edition) has never been paid for Return of the Jedi because it hasn’t turned a profit after nearly 30 years. That’s after dozens of home video and theatrical re-releases. (All the merchandising money goes to Lucas directly, of course.)
Similarly, someone leaked Warner Bros.’ accounting sheet for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix onto the internet, showing that the film that had grossed about $1 billion worldwide had lost $167 million on paper.
Winston Groom, the writer of Forrest Gump was told that the film based on his work wasn’t profitable. Of course, he got the last laugh when they came to him asking if they could turn the sequel, Gump and Co. into a film as well, and he reportedly told them, ”I cannot, in good conscience, allow money to be wasted on a failure.” In other words, “Go fuck yourself.”
And then there’s Art Buchwald, whose spec script got stolen by Paramount (remember that, it’s going to come up later), and got turned into Coming to America. When he took them to court and sued for a percentage of the profit, Paramount was totally cool with it, because according to their books, it hadn’t made any kind of profit, so they didn’t owe him one red fucking cent. The judge later ruled that it was “unconscionable” for Paramount not to pay Buchwald something in a settlement. Otherwise, he’d have to ask Paramount to open their books for the courts to review. Paramount quickly backed down and settled with Buchwald instead.
Sound ridiculous? It happens all the freaking time. David Prowse, the guy who was in the Darth Vader costume in the original trilogy of Star Wars (before being ousted by that douche Hayden Christensen in the special edition) has never been paid for Return of the Jedi because it hasn’t turned a profit after nearly 30 years. That’s after dozens of home video and theatrical re-releases. (All the merchandising money goes to Lucas directly, of course.)
Similarly, someone leaked Warner Bros.’ accounting sheet for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix onto the internet, showing that the film that had grossed about $1 billion worldwide had lost $167 million on paper.
Winston Groom, the writer of Forrest Gump was told that the film based on his work wasn’t profitable. Of course, he got the last laugh when they came to him asking if they could turn the sequel, Gump and Co. into a film as well, and he reportedly told them, ”I cannot, in good conscience, allow money to be wasted on a failure.” In other words, “Go fuck yourself.”
And then there’s Art Buchwald, whose spec script got stolen by Paramount (remember that, it’s going to come up later), and got turned into Coming to America. When he took them to court and sued for a percentage of the profit, Paramount was totally cool with it, because according to their books, it hadn’t made any kind of profit, so they didn’t owe him one red fucking cent. The judge later ruled that it was “unconscionable” for Paramount not to pay Buchwald something in a settlement. Otherwise, he’d have to ask Paramount to open their books for the courts to review. Paramount quickly backed down and settled with Buchwald instead.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
LOVE/ THOUGHTS: STANDING UP FOR ALL MEN
Someone along the line, men's wants and needs have seemingly become irrelevant.It is as if we are supposed to fill those roles of protector and provider without complaint. Men's interests and needs are always at a backseat, if salient at all. We're supposed to be happy being fem-serfs (although so many women incessantly seem to be happy at being unhappy) and not place our happiness first. A man that does strive to carve is own path is somehow seen from anything to useless or a pariah. He's a narcissistic jerk even if he's not intentionally harming someone else. Shame and even vile contempt are often heaped upon men who break ranks and even question
Most men---myself included---grew up with an idealized conception of what their mate was going to be like. And had their hopes dashed and crushed again and again. By leading men down the primrose path and not providing them with a grounded sense of realism and what women can be like is anything from naive to irresponsible. There are quite a good percentage of them that are reproductive opportunists; even irrational self-interest in a woman is still self-interest. Men who are practicing rational self-interested are often viewed as selfish misogynists; a woman doing the same is pragmatic and smart.
For the longest time, I pined for my own Kate Beckinsale, a woman who possessed a set of qualities so many women profess they generally have without feeling a need to demonstrate them very much. Even those who are not starry-eyed dreamers will wax that if I don't believe in it somehow, it will never happen no matter what the odds.
Trouble is, I actually did believe I had a soulmate that would fulfill my desire for a deep companionship. It took some doing, but after a time I awoke from that dream. I cannot tell you enough how painful and even traumatic it was in the process---I made it on the other side, although I'm not entirely unscathed.
Even seeking the equivalent in a mate is exceedingly difficult as a realist; and as a man you are typically blamed if you don't attract the right women---even if you avoid the bad and walking damaged for a legitimate female cohort.
Men desire to be with women, and despite the fact women have a level of desire for men, the malignant maze that is erected in order to obtain affection could make one question why men have to "earn" something women just should receive bountifully because of their gender. Men have been subjected to such misandry to view themselves as lesser than women, and that will be never be good enough for what Warren Farrell dubbed as the "genetic celebrity." And Ameriskanks believe that they are that genetic celebrity by simple virtue of their vagina, even though very few will look remotely like Monica Bellucci when they are her age.
Not that I don't think about it time and again. When I was a teen and a hopeless romantic, I found even then that one could cry to the heavens for love and receive nothing. Now that I'm a doer more than a dreamer, the shine that our culture regards the feminine mystique has turned lackluster.
It's also been said that men don't just look for relationships just for sex. Some do, but many are looking for that very love, respect, comfort, and admiration that just doesn't seem to be happening so much. If you are a sensitive man and long to show yourself openly, flaws and all, expecting kindness and warmth in the arms of a woman is a mistake; you are going to eventually have a rude awakening. Not to mention that a really sensitive man would be upset at continued mistreatment and the experience that he is not on par with the woman he is interacting with. Most woman cannot possibly have this because she must have the upper hand no matter how she would be resentful of a man that isn't the leader. Hence their cognitive dissonance concerning men; despite being attracted to alpha traits, they disapprove of men taking the lead because of feminism and perceived "inequality." But a man that will acquiesce is a doormat, a pushover. A dull beta male.
As a youth, there was a period where I found little solace in many things and would have given a welcome relief if a young woman had been even mildly supportive. I let that go by the wayside even with a couple of serious relationships. Despite what anyone has told you, woman despise "weakness" (i.e. kindness and empathy) in men because it would mean that they would have to see us as truly human beings rather than woman second class citizens. Or worse. One could argue it is an extension of an s own self-loathing; treating a man has fully human and a deep well would mean that perhaps her vain illusion of her own superiority (in a culture that constantly polishes her bloated ego) would shatter . . . and she would have to re-evaluate her own self-worth and deal with her inner anger.
Most men---myself included---grew up with an idealized conception of what their mate was going to be like. And had their hopes dashed and crushed again and again. By leading men down the primrose path and not providing them with a grounded sense of realism and what women can be like is anything from naive to irresponsible. There are quite a good percentage of them that are reproductive opportunists; even irrational self-interest in a woman is still self-interest. Men who are practicing rational self-interested are often viewed as selfish misogynists; a woman doing the same is pragmatic and smart.
For the longest time, I pined for my own Kate Beckinsale, a woman who possessed a set of qualities so many women profess they generally have without feeling a need to demonstrate them very much. Even those who are not starry-eyed dreamers will wax that if I don't believe in it somehow, it will never happen no matter what the odds.
Trouble is, I actually did believe I had a soulmate that would fulfill my desire for a deep companionship. It took some doing, but after a time I awoke from that dream. I cannot tell you enough how painful and even traumatic it was in the process---I made it on the other side, although I'm not entirely unscathed.
Even seeking the equivalent in a mate is exceedingly difficult as a realist; and as a man you are typically blamed if you don't attract the right women---even if you avoid the bad and walking damaged for a legitimate female cohort.
Men desire to be with women, and despite the fact women have a level of desire for men, the malignant maze that is erected in order to obtain affection could make one question why men have to "earn" something women just should receive bountifully because of their gender. Men have been subjected to such misandry to view themselves as lesser than women, and that will be never be good enough for what Warren Farrell dubbed as the "genetic celebrity." And Ameriskanks believe that they are that genetic celebrity by simple virtue of their vagina, even though very few will look remotely like Monica Bellucci when they are her age.
Not that I don't think about it time and again. When I was a teen and a hopeless romantic, I found even then that one could cry to the heavens for love and receive nothing. Now that I'm a doer more than a dreamer, the shine that our culture regards the feminine mystique has turned lackluster.
It's also been said that men don't just look for relationships just for sex. Some do, but many are looking for that very love, respect, comfort, and admiration that just doesn't seem to be happening so much. If you are a sensitive man and long to show yourself openly, flaws and all, expecting kindness and warmth in the arms of a woman is a mistake; you are going to eventually have a rude awakening. Not to mention that a really sensitive man would be upset at continued mistreatment and the experience that he is not on par with the woman he is interacting with. Most woman cannot possibly have this because she must have the upper hand no matter how she would be resentful of a man that isn't the leader. Hence their cognitive dissonance concerning men; despite being attracted to alpha traits, they disapprove of men taking the lead because of feminism and perceived "inequality." But a man that will acquiesce is a doormat, a pushover. A dull beta male.
As a youth, there was a period where I found little solace in many things and would have given a welcome relief if a young woman had been even mildly supportive. I let that go by the wayside even with a couple of serious relationships. Despite what anyone has told you, woman despise "weakness" (i.e. kindness and empathy) in men because it would mean that they would have to see us as truly human beings rather than woman second class citizens. Or worse. One could argue it is an extension of an s own self-loathing; treating a man has fully human and a deep well would mean that perhaps her vain illusion of her own superiority (in a culture that constantly polishes her bloated ego) would shatter . . . and she would have to re-evaluate her own self-worth and deal with her inner anger.
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