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hugmeok, so a friend of mine sends me an e-mail with this question:
Will you send me your definition of love?
here was my answer:
wow, that's quite a question, may I ask what brought that on?
Love is not something that can't really be summed up in an e-mail,it is very complex, so don't expect my answer to be a simplesentance.
It's strange that our culture has tried to simplify love intoone catagory. English is the only language that has one wordand meaning for love. Our origin, latin, has 14different words, each having their own meaning but translatedinto english become the word love. Somewhere along the line wegot rid of those 13 other meanings...
Love is not something I think I can define and say this is 'the'definition I have for love. It is not something I feel that Iunderstand, or ever will for that matter. As I learn more aboutmyself and my relationship with others I find that what lifeand love mean to me change, so all I can really give you is whatI have felt in the past, and what I feel right now.
This question once burned a hole in my mind like a torch peircingmetal. It would consume my every being to the point that it wasall I thought about. I would looke at other people, anyone andwonder what their definition was. I would watch their actionstheir facial expressions really look into their eyes and tryto find what they felt hopeing that it would help me form a meaning.My poetry showes this. As I grew older I find myself less and lessable to do this, falling deeper and deeper into the corporate traphaving to spend time considering things like bills, a job andthe other things that life has thrown me.
As I mentioned before love isn't something that can really besummed up in an e-mail, it's an emotion and mere words arn't anadiquite discription of what love is. language is too simple,cold and calculated to really do justice as a discription forany emotion especially one as powerful as love. it has so mayparts; it is so many things at the same time that discribingit with simple sounds in our head isn't going to be an adiquaterepresentation of the feeling that happens all over us, andtrying to do so isn't going to make any since.
I find it hard to talk about a subject that just thinking about adefinition seems to spoil the meaning trying to be convayed.
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Sitting at my desk in this cold harsh place
walls of paper,
achy lights,
other voices.
the world around me seems strange
suddenly I don't belong
the paper around me I can no longer read
much less understand the browns and greys
of the office no longer look clean and new
they seem to all meld together until
I can't see what is in front of me.
The sounds echoing in these halls from all directions
seem to become one long hum burning my ears
like the tigers growl from a frustrated day
the air seems thick like a thousand needles
peircing my nose and mouth when I try to breath
the burning of this tainted air now moveing to
my skin and making me feel as if I am standing in a flame
the lights from above scraping against my eyes
sinking deep into my scull and reflecting off
the back to torcure me again.
yet the question deepens in my looking for a meaning
tearing me apart
scenes,
meanings,
people,
emotions,
all from the past all colliding with my mind at once
unyeilding to my screams of pain
my chest is sore making it hard for me to breath
the pain moves in and out
like a steel spike slowly being pushed and pulled through my heart
all because of this simple question
giving it an honest thought seems to try and kill me
all of the faces
feelings
pain
hope
from the past become clearer
as the world around me fades
the less I see of this world
the more I see of what is inside
the less the pain intrudes.
I feel dizzy and lift out of my seat
to the floor above going higher and
higher until I am floating over the building
the pain in my chest backs off
as it becomes light as a feather
I feel the breeze on my face and even with
my eyes closed can see the world
for what it is now.
my musles twich but quickly again become
reacustomed to this feeling
full circle again as a child
innocent and flying
All these spirits spinning around my head melded
into one emotion
they all now make up me, the slightest hint of
feeling from another now becomes a
direction to fly in.
something simple,
catching the eye of a stranger on the bus
brushing against in a hall
seeing them dance
being watched while dancing
more intence
life time friends
life time lovers
parents
siblings
everything in between
e-mail partners
wrestling opponets
partners that didn't work out
all of them now are part of me
an image of my life
a photo of my emotions
Whn you see my life you see
what I have become,
you share my pains,
my pleasures,
my fears,
my hardships,
my happiness,
my joy,
my tears,
my sorrow.
all that has become me
accepted,
carressed,
and unobligated.
the flowing emotion I have become from the
begining of my time
all that you have become
together.
learning from each other,
playing with each other,
sharing feelings,
sharing desires,
sharing time.
Love is the crossing of two lives
all that those lives mean,
all that they are.
it is the feeling when the lives are together
the trust
two lives passing across each other
changing each other forever
Will you send me your definition of love?
here was my answer:
wow, that's quite a question, may I ask what brought that on?
Love is not something that can't really be summed up in an e-mail,it is very complex, so don't expect my answer to be a simplesentance.
It's strange that our culture has tried to simplify love intoone catagory. English is the only language that has one wordand meaning for love. Our origin, latin, has 14different words, each having their own meaning but translatedinto english become the word love. Somewhere along the line wegot rid of those 13 other meanings...
Love is not something I think I can define and say this is 'the'definition I have for love. It is not something I feel that Iunderstand, or ever will for that matter. As I learn more aboutmyself and my relationship with others I find that what lifeand love mean to me change, so all I can really give you is whatI have felt in the past, and what I feel right now.
This question once burned a hole in my mind like a torch peircingmetal. It would consume my every being to the point that it wasall I thought about. I would looke at other people, anyone andwonder what their definition was. I would watch their actionstheir facial expressions really look into their eyes and tryto find what they felt hopeing that it would help me form a meaning.My poetry showes this. As I grew older I find myself less and lessable to do this, falling deeper and deeper into the corporate traphaving to spend time considering things like bills, a job andthe other things that life has thrown me.
As I mentioned before love isn't something that can really besummed up in an e-mail, it's an emotion and mere words arn't anadiquite discription of what love is. language is too simple,cold and calculated to really do justice as a discription forany emotion especially one as powerful as love. it has so mayparts; it is so many things at the same time that discribingit with simple sounds in our head isn't going to be an adiquaterepresentation of the feeling that happens all over us, andtrying to do so isn't going to make any since.
I find it hard to talk about a subject that just thinking about adefinition seems to spoil the meaning trying to be convayed.
================================================================
Sitting at my desk in this cold harsh place
walls of paper,
achy lights,
other voices.
the world around me seems strange
suddenly I don't belong
the paper around me I can no longer read
much less understand the browns and greys
of the office no longer look clean and new
they seem to all meld together until
I can't see what is in front of me.
The sounds echoing in these halls from all directions
seem to become one long hum burning my ears
like the tigers growl from a frustrated day
the air seems thick like a thousand needles
peircing my nose and mouth when I try to breath
the burning of this tainted air now moveing to
my skin and making me feel as if I am standing in a flame
the lights from above scraping against my eyes
sinking deep into my scull and reflecting off
the back to torcure me again.
yet the question deepens in my looking for a meaning
tearing me apart
scenes,
meanings,
people,
emotions,
all from the past all colliding with my mind at once
unyeilding to my screams of pain
my chest is sore making it hard for me to breath
the pain moves in and out
like a steel spike slowly being pushed and pulled through my heart
all because of this simple question
giving it an honest thought seems to try and kill me
all of the faces
feelings
pain
hope
from the past become clearer
as the world around me fades
the less I see of this world
the more I see of what is inside
the less the pain intrudes.
I feel dizzy and lift out of my seat
to the floor above going higher and
higher until I am floating over the building
the pain in my chest backs off
as it becomes light as a feather
I feel the breeze on my face and even with
my eyes closed can see the world
for what it is now.
my musles twich but quickly again become
reacustomed to this feeling
full circle again as a child
innocent and flying
All these spirits spinning around my head melded
into one emotion
they all now make up me, the slightest hint of
feeling from another now becomes a
direction to fly in.
something simple,
catching the eye of a stranger on the bus
brushing against in a hall
seeing them dance
being watched while dancing
more intence
life time friends
life time lovers
parents
siblings
everything in between
e-mail partners
wrestling opponets
partners that didn't work out
all of them now are part of me
an image of my life
a photo of my emotions
Whn you see my life you see
what I have become,
you share my pains,
my pleasures,
my fears,
my hardships,
my happiness,
my joy,
my tears,
my sorrow.
all that has become me
accepted,
carressed,
and unobligated.
the flowing emotion I have become from the
begining of my time
all that you have become
together.
learning from each other,
playing with each other,
sharing feelings,
sharing desires,
sharing time.
Love is the crossing of two lives
all that those lives mean,
all that they are.
it is the feeling when the lives are together
the trust
two lives passing across each other
changing each other forever
