Love doesn’t want us
and then, we don’t want love
there is no spark, to burn down the forest
We try one love, and then another
it’s a lighter, that doesn’t light
we have to keep trying, into the black night
the cold bitter frost
that steals our warmth
while we try, and try, and try
it’s an awkward kiss
How can a man with an alcoholic brain, write?
How can the king of coke, do the deed, like he stole it?
Why do the beggars, in the street, have to beg for more?
I get worse, at being worse, because I practice it
like mammon, selecting prostitutes
I think “pretty good,” is the phrase
bitterness, like coffee, in bed
my mind, is dead
this non-creative brain, is a waking nightmare
take passion, like a prescription
give me hope
not random words or stale sentences
I want to go nuclear
rather than whimpering like a baby
without nourishment
drowning in a mud puddle
listening to the sound, that grates my brain, like cheddar cheese
I climb hills, even if they aren’t mountains
I keep going
what choice do I have?
I take comfort in discomfort
accepting the unacceptable
because love endures, despite no love at all
it’s a fat wife, who nags
a father, who beats his children
I’ve never known perfect love
It leaves,
like a mother who forgets her son at school
What is life teaching us?
Intellectual Shaman 
The erosion of love is seen in bedrooms, in cars (driving together) and in dining out. It is the inevitable outcome of an aging relationship among weak couples, but it is particularly sad in the young and often found in middle-distance couples.
The progress of lawsuits is broadcast on the internet, on tv stations, and on radio stations. It is the deep dive of angry people, but it is the face of the crazed and often melded with prior sins.
“I really doubt,” I say, “that either lawsuit or love has much to do with who we are as a people. Setting fire to our furniture, we’re left with an exercise mat to sleep upon, have our friends stolen from us, and led a life of total uncertainty.”
— Catxman
http://www.catxman.wordpress.com
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A compelling and true existential analysis… We need ideals, so that we don’t sink to the baseness of reality. Thank you for your thoughts Catxman. And for taking the time. I see some red pill truths in your analysis. Well thought out and stated.
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These lines sound like one of the Chopin waltz in a minor key. Try Op 69 No 2 for instance, you might find some solace…
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I’ll look that one up! Thanks for the suggestion Rabih! 🙂
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