Update 67: Love.
September 14th, 2007 by The Reverend MenagerieThis was written by me sometime in 2002. It was featured at my writing website until I took everything down. I read it recently, and feel it needs to be shown again, though I did rewrite parts here and there.
Let`s talk for a moment about love, and risk…
Love is not a rose to be looked at. Love is a sledgehammer. Love is not gentle. Love kicks down doors in blind drunken rages.
Love is art, and Love does not care about the artists involved. Love takes what it wants, and gives only what you willingly give it..
Love is neon shining, the saxophone searing into the night, jagged and primal with an undeniable urge to keep itself etched into the brains of those involved…..desperate, perhaps…….
Love is hungry. Love lurks and stalks its prey, …hunter, hunted, kill or be killed…
Love is the absence of the lesser-important. Love is a shot of heroin that immediately snags you and never lets you shake that damned monkey off of your back.
Love is not good, love is not evil. Love is exactly what you make of it.
Love is risk. Love is the ability to take that which does not matter and fling it out of a fucking window. Love does not care how many casualties it makes, how many orphans left stranded crying by the roadside. Love does not care one whit about you.
Love is immortal, and immoral, and relentless.
Love is risk. Love is the most dangerous thing that can happen to you. Love will smash every dream you have for raw materials to make new ones. Love is not an architect, either….Love is a 5 year old with building blocks……Love is fragile and easily broken. To love is to risk being broken into a thousand fragmented pieces, never to be reassembled correctly ever again. To risk that love you will find yourself in the deepest, darkest parts of hell….and you will smile in the face of it all.
Love is pain. Love is joy. Love is feeling.
And love is a parasite. There is no part of life that you cannot find a tentacle of the beast called love. There is no part of existence that love does not bend to its plan. Love does not care who breaks. Love feeds off emotion, pain, caring. Love lets nothing in its way.
Love is the hurricane, and to stand in the very eye is to understand. Love is life and death and existence both fulfilled and denied.
Love is self-destruction. Love is self-redemption.
Love just is.
Love is.
Rather than put the songs throughout the piece, I kept them at the end. They should speak for themselves.
Fun Lovin’ Criminals - Half A Block
Roger Clyne & The Refreshments - Don’t Wanna Know
Morphine - Radar
Jimmy Eat World - For Me This Is Heaven
Tweaker Ft. Robert Smith - Truth Is
See you next time.
