love – Page 3 – three good words

April 1, 2016

might as well face it

Florence and the Machine put out a lovely rendition of this Robert Palmer song.

The lyrics, though.
Just read them out loud.
Stand in the middle of whatever room you’re in
and read them out loud.
Maybe cut down on the chorus a bit, but really:

Just try it out.

the lights are on
but you’re not home
your mind is not your own
your heart sweats
your body shakes
another kiss
is all it takes

you can’t sleep
you can’t eat
there’s no doubt
you’re in deep
your throat is tight
you can’t breathe
another kiss
is all you need

oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love

you see the signs
that you can’t read
you’re running at
a different speed
your heart beats
double time
another kiss
and you’ll be mine

a one-track mind
you can’t be saved
cos baby your love
is all you crave
if there’s some left
left for you
then you don’t mind
if you do

oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love

might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love

the lights are on
but you’re not home
your will
is not your own
your heart sweats
your teeth grind
another kiss
and you’ll be mine

oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love

might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love

Sometimes all you need is a pop-song that says it all.
Enjoy your weekend ;-)

j.d.

March 21, 2016

to a young(er) friend

ok, let’s talk about it
that thing that disturbs so many

oh god, not again
#sigh #rollseyes
though somewhere I read that
porn has become the new sex-ed

um, what?

i don’t even know what to think of that
where to start where to end
and, oh, the visuals
endless, endless
sunk deep into the web

which makes things so difficult
when the deed is actually to be done
because intercourse
depends on one thing a screen can’t provide
(not that people don’t try…)

bodies.
real bodies. alive.
living, breathing
actual people
humans
with skin and hands and mouths
personal scents and personal sounds.

touch. feeling.
such small words
doors to so many worlds.

#obvious I know
but think about it

a person’s presence
cannot be fast-forwarded
freeze-framed
clicked away
edited
photoshopped
or otherwise modified

not to mention their preferences
their pasts and presents
their hopes for the future
in unknown beds

that one moment in their lives
that can outlast all others for
hours, days
years on end
it all depends

on what actually happened.

there are infinite variations
like flowers and bees
and all the other species on the planet.
so let’s talk about it
that thing that disturbs so many

y’know
what needed to happen
for you to be here in the first place :D

oh my god TMI!!!

March 19, 2016May 16, 2020

outsourced

we need to re-learn how to take care of each other
we have outsourced so much
even the care of those closest to us
those who were, once, beloved.

we have to re-learn how to take care of each other
to offer solace without fear
without plots of retribution
without vitriol and viciousness
but with that rare thing: kindness, gentleness, sincerity.

why has that become so rare?
why is that not something we can expect
why is it the exception, rather than the rule?
a lot has come to my attention recently
about those left outside, alone, ‘to the winds’
freezing with a body warm
utterly lost with Google Maps uploaded.

we have un-learned the language of emotion
we can no longer speak of love without deconstruction
without cynicism and scoffing
we have no vocabulary to articulate the sublime
that allowed a poet, once, to stand on a bridge
and hail the sun, the sky, an entire realm.

we have lost that primal sound of succour
that beating-drum directness that reaches heart and soul
deep down into the darkest parts of the human condition
breaking through the man-made clouds with a ray of
sublime light that others of less sophisticated times
would have called divine.

we need to learn again
this language of love
langue, parole, signifier, signified
all meanings together, wrapped into each other
used in all languages known to man, woman, child
even if they were once warped by Barbara Cartland.

(and so what for the lace and corsets
so what for the gentlemen in bespoke suits
leaving their card at the door?
they have their place in the joyous abandon of make-believe.)

does that lessen the value of a warm hug, a sweet embrace?
that moment where you come together
with someone who is genuinely lonesome
and needs that one thing you can give, freely:
solace, comfort
peace.

February 14, 2016

just a thought

It’s Valentine’s Day
and for those of you
who aren’t
all wrapped up with someone else
here’s a thought – for we are humans
with beating hearts
and souls not built for loneliness: