Tag: love

Cleopatra

Best Served With: Fair-Weather Friend by Bruno Major

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oksHjuqzsi4

3 Differences Between Love and Attachment

 

Eyes of a leprechaun,

He is staring you down,

The gold he worships; all he wants,

Saliva dribbles around,

 

You’re mounting his thoughts,

Hugging his shame,

Depravity grips his mind,

One day you’ll fend off

the beast that came,

And leave my love to time,

 

Cruel.

That’s what you are.

That’s what you are to me.

 

Unused.

I’m just your rag,

Fate! what a fickle beast,

 

Discarded by my fantasies,

When Anthony comes, he calls his queen,

Confused. but I know this:

 

Your eyes should crave only me,

Our love; the best it can be,

But she is so painted,

All hail the queen of sin.

 

My queen,

I hold you high in reverence,

Your dog; just throw the bone,

And I will fetch,

 

If I may speak; Your Holiness,

This is unhealthy,

You never wanted to go steady,

You think that your longing is stealthy

But I knew this already

You see this already,

 

From your sea of games,

You sow seeds of silicon,

Seeds that will soon sew shut your sea.

 

Look,

I’m on the same high as you,

Because the same mouthwash you use

Before you sip him enough

to reach ecstasy,

 

Is the same mouthwash I use,

Before I eat you enough

to keep you next to me.

Jezebel (part 2)

Best Served With: Violet by Daniel Caesar (acoustic Trinity Bellwoods version)

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=629mpleOMU0

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If–

Instantly,

Bloody sweat hurriedly ran to console my eyes,

The elated slippery floor called to me,

My world was spinning,

I could only see red,

 

If–

I stayed though,

I listened,

I heard and saw it all,

 

If–

Then I crept back downstairs,

Put out the candles,

Packed up the petals,

Prostrated out the porch,

And licked my bleeding wounds,

Cradled by the silent rain of the night.

Wailing soundless tears before wiping off

and soundly re-entering,

 

Then I would have nothing to say to you,

Because I saw the signs,

The lingering looks on passing males,

The constant lies and tall tales,

The open eyes when our expressions web,

The blank faces and touches in your net,

 

I saw them all and stayed

because I am your dog,

To keep, what can I say?

Dogs are faithful.

 

I still have the ring.

 

In its inky black case with rough layers,

It held our whispers of staunch prayers,

Of all the things together we would do,

Its jewels were meant to be soothsayers,

Predicting the love I would have for you,

 

The might of life I would share that night,

In rain or sun, dark or light,

But my life lost might with what I saw that night,

My sun turned rain,

Darkness forever,

Darkness again.

 

 

I know one day though;

 

The window will reflect you falling at night,

I’ll see my reflection covering your eyes,

I’ll open my jaws; it’s a dog’s ecstasy,

Your lies and temptation will vanish with me.

 

Want is pain and greed is want

So greed is pain, greed is pain,

Want is pain and green is want,

So greed is pain, greed is pain

Ark

Best Served With: You’re All Alone by John Swihart

link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KU8HiNPiGZc

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I’m your punching bag,

Nobody can know this arrangement,

Black eyes shun the sadness,

My feelings just bow to your tempo,

 

–So your dad abused your mum,

Poor Ada put trousers on,

Never fear for I’m your sponge,

I’ll soak up the pieces–

 

Baby,

you’re just like Thunder–

Tore me to pieces–

Ripped me asunder.

 

I’m

Seeking a solace–

Someone to hold me–

Put me away.

 

This god,

Slaps then cries with words,

I choose to hurt cause I

Could never choose to hug,

 

You’re ugly, worthless, lovely, beautiful,

I’ll love you now then

Torture tomorrow,

 

Why does it feel like

My God has forsaken me?

Why do I feel so alone?

 

I don’t embarrass,

I love and I care,

But it seems I,

Will never be enough.

 

You ask I supplement,

Babe,

You cry I wipe your tears,

I’m not Thunder,

But anger I just can’t justify,

You still oppress me,

I never cheated or,

Rip Me asunder,

Treated you subpar,

God is your solace,

Not lying but,

Home lays with me,

I know you’ll deny,

Stop. Can’t keep holding my wrath.

 

You ask, I supplement,

You cry, I wipe your tears,

But anger I just can’t justify,

I never cheated or,

Treated you subpar,

Not lying but

I know you’ll deny.

Fogs and Forgetting

Best served With: Lost Without You by Freya Ridings.

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In my 20 years of age

My mind has mastered this body well,

It knows when to eat,

To sleep and to piss,

To talk and to shit,

To stand and to sit

I know it all; from iris to rectum,

I own it all; every single bit.

I know.

I know the pain endured over the years.

The pain built on glass hearts and flickering care.

But I lost my sight and sense as I loved you.

I know exactly where I went wrong.

We should have never–.

 

Kingdom Of Kush

Best Served With: Pink + White by Frank Ocean

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzS3WG6__G4

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My darling boy,

You wear the crown,

She lost her faith,

You’re happy now,

And as she cries,

You are aroused,

You took her heart,

And ripped it out.

 

My loving king,

Your throne awaits,

In this here club,

You are the bait,

Attention starved,

Is your excuse,

You know the pain,

You caused your muse,

 

If this was love,

Would you have danced?

With flashy lights,

And flirty hands,

You tease,

You touch,

You flirt and more,

And then you claim,

Forevermore,

 

Climb this hill,

Mount this flesh,

Show the world,

That you’re the best,

You deserve love,

You deserve care,

You crave her time,

With none to spare.

 

And so, drink till you’re dizzy,

As we should, should we be foul,

Screw the life and trust you built,

Your only care is here and now,

Ellen, Jenny, Olive and Kat,

None remembered after that,

In their eyes you left a joke,

Thus they left you none to hold.

 

But you lose this game of love,

In fairness, a good attempt,

You gave all; from teeth to dove,

Though mistakes cannot repent,

 

You thought your love was strong as stone,

I hope you see it flicks like wax,

As it just hates to be alone,

Quick to burn but never lasts.

 

So, when she paid you no mind

You smoked her behind

And chose to frolic with females,

 

My darling king,

You are cupid’s stupid little joke,

But don’t worry

As when your act blushes a bush,

At least you rule a kingdom of Kush.

 

Elano’s Notes

This one was personal– a product of my regret dabbed in a bit of longing for a lost love. I think it applies today though. Just thinking about when people cheat on their partners repeatedly with a momentary fling, I think it must give them an adrenaline rush. It must be what it feels like to be more than a man. Why else would someone throw away months or even years of built up trust and love for brief breaths of boisterous euphoria, no matter how pink and supple or hard and musky it is? I guess it is also like a parent of a family choosing a 2 door Ferrari over a sturdy 4- door sedan. The sedan is familiar, reliable and routine but the Ferrari is…… well a Ferrari. It promises experiencing the road of life like never before. It is exciting, spontaneous and, ride it fast enough, it lets you dance with death which, let’s face it, makes you feel alive.  It makes you question whether the love you had was really love. I mean, if they truly loved you, they wouldn’t cheat. Right?

…Right?

What do you think?  Let me know in the comments.

Garden of Eden

Best Served With: Lighthouse by Patrick Watson

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R23bifAbWWs

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Imagine a rose to that gardener,

As he preens and sheens day and night,

She blooms in harsh and fair weather,

And glows in the darkest of light,

Captivating him completely,

Is there no justice left in sight?

For she defies his reality,

But deeply bears a careless spite.

O, how could he have known her stem?

When she herself was left unsure?

He gave his all for her reprieve

And naught but thorns did he endure.

 

He always thought you would leave, didn’t he?

But please don’t take this dream away from me.

 

Elano’s Notes

The Gardener metaphor continues…  Infatuation is a beautiful thing, it is the most vibrant part of love and often times feels like a tornado. It is surreal in that sense, and the object of your affection can do no wrong. But when that tornado dies down and life dishes out a reality-realizing slap, you may find yourself without that person. If that happens, you only have your memories with that person, memoirs of who they were to you, the dream of the love you shared together.

What do you think? Let me know in the comments.

Of Cracks in Love

Best Served With: Easily by Bruno Major

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lARENhXPftU

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Alas my lips are heavy with guilt,

Perhaps silence should rule the day,

My heart preserves this love I built,

My hand broke it in but a day, I

Pillaged, plundered and ripped asunder, I

Weeded with care and touched another, I

Did not mean to cause such blunder, but

Bless my soul; I wished for more,

Your touch, your time and love are all,

Sweet heaven and earth denied my call,

I may not touch nor stalk nor stall.

When weak, my liquid mistress beckoned,

I drank and drunk the well

So, knell the gospel bells

For the sinner has stories to tell,

Though he loved and loved he well,

All is lost.

The gardener toils restlessly,

But if ever he denies a day,

The weeds infest incessantly,

And to fix; there is no way.

 

Deep down, I knew you weren’t with me,

But a man can dream can’t he.

 

Elano’s Notes

Love, because of how vulnerable and open it makes you, can be a lot like Jenga– a single wrong move is enough to bring the whole thing down. It is like being drenched in scalding water and then left to dry in the sun. It is even more painful when you realize that it is your fault, to some extent. And it is always your fault, to some extent. Sometimes when you lose love, you think of every excuse you can. A reason, any reason, to justify yourself, to ease just a little bit of that pain. The truth is, you are at fault and will not truly move on, until you accept that and learn to live with it. Or maybe that is just me.

What do you think? Let me know in the comments.

The Naive Rudel.

Best Served With: Ordinary People by John Legend (Instrumental Version)

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-RfsF6nJiM

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I don’t understand.

Why?

Why when gloomy suns boil their flying oceans,

When azure and scarlet unite in carnage,

When hollow Spartans fight and fuck,

Why do you choose today of all days?

Why after I tell you I love you?

And bare my baby of a soul to callous caramel?

Why let weighty winds whisper worries while you wave woefully?

Summer breeze mournfully kisses my sullen cheeks;

Brown buns cut by salty streams limping downwards,

Racing until they reach the bloody gap where my heart used to be.

 

I always knew you didn’t love me,

But a man can dream, can’t he?

 

Elano’s Notes

Hey guys, the title of the poem refers to Jaufre Rudel, a french poet who was one of the pioneers of love as we know it today. He would write poems only about love but never actually have sexual relations with his lovers. Sometimes, he would even write poems about women he had never seen before but still claimed to love them. Love today is not as unadulterated and simple, we often do whatever we can to protect our hearts and people rarely ever take that dive without testing the waters. This poem is about baring your heart out and that soul-crushing moment when it gets broken. For me, in that moment, time stops and all my thoughts and emotions come rushing in at once. The only question on my mind is why. What do you guys think? Has this been your experience? Let me know in the comments section.