Love ? You have got to be kidding !


What is love when it feels like a one way street ?
What is love when you are forced to grovel at somebody’s feet ?
What is love when your heart always feels like its breaking ?
What is love when your feelings are spurned leaving nothing but aching ?

Love is the understanding of your world outside
Love is respect of all things living and those who have died
Love is a feeling that defies all forms of reason
Love should be forever, but it comes and goes like a season

Love between a man and a woman should be true love or so they say
Love between a parent and a child is the only love that should never go away
Love can be fleeting and confused with romance
Love can be ever lasting if you are willing to give it a chance

The wheels of fortune are those that never stand still
The wheels of love and understanding are based upon will
If you love somebody but they do not reciprocate
Find true love elsewhere as its never too late

Banging your head against a brick wall, never solves anything
Stopping the pain will only happen when a cessation you bring
Revenge for a situation you can do nothing about
Isn’t love, it is hate don’t ever be in doubt

If true love’s course is beyond your own means and belief
Allow fate to step in to provide some relief
Don’t think that true love should be easy to find
Don’t forget that true love resides only in YOUR mind

J

Copyright -J- 2004

Very nice, John, and all quite true.

What I enjoy most about my relationship with Silke is what great friends we are; we genuinely enjoy each other's company. I have never had such a wonderful friend before. Based on a lifetime of being misunderstood, I would have to say that the friendship which Silke and I share is the very backbone of our love; we genuinely care about each other, and find each other interesting. It seems important that, if one suffers from any degree of "giftedness" (how about "cussedness"!),the other suffer from it too, and to a similar degree; this is something which we share which I believe to be fundamental to our empathy and communication.

John, have you noticed that the smarter a person is, the more hated he seems to be? I don't know if this is true in your experience, but it certainly is in mine. I got kicked off the other poetry sites because the "poets" there just became utterly enraged with me; I could only find sanctuary here on the site of my friend Shawn, who is a neuroscientific researcher at Johns Hopkins. He knows what it's like to be smart. It sucks, in many ways! At least I have found home here, and I believe that you have too now. You are most welcome, and I am grateful to you for coming to us.

Thanks for sharing this and all your poems with us.

I don't think you'll be flamed by fire-breathing middle-school girls, but, if you are, please don't let it scare you off. They usually go after me, as I appear to be some sort of authority figure to them; also, unfortunately, I find myself able to spell. How they HATE that!

So ist das Leben...

I would like to reply much more to many more poems hereabouts, but I have had such horrible experiences at the hands of the aforementioned furiosi; also I am always writing sonnets, or else crippled in a personal hell of despair, which cuts down on my productivity (this is usually after a visitation by the flames of the netherworld; once bitten, twice shy). I mean to be braver, bolder, more communicative! I will do my best, and let them flame!

For the moment, however, I must drink strong tea and read a bit of my new book which Silke sent me. We are dreading a threatened terrorist attack in Los Angeles today, and I am either going to have to lose myself in this book or else write a bit more of my own; reading and writing are my liberation from the madness of the age.

I appreciate you, John, and I celebrate your advent among us. I hope you will feel yourself truly welcome, and encouraged to share as much of your work with us as you will. The Poet in Residence hereabouts is extraordinarily fragile, scarred as he is from the claws of thirteen year-old poetic geniuses who employ alternative spelling; he is more than a little bit insane, but he is, nonetheless, fundamentally a well-meaning person of goodwill who is

In unbreakable solidarity with you, always.

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA

PECCATA FORTITER

Dear Steve and Silke

You are very candid in your expression of love towards each other, a very refreshing sight in this otherwise love-lorne and war torn war of ours.
You both seem to be incredibly passionate about your medium and show just what the love of two can be all about.
You both have things in life that have made you strong, the most important being each other. You both have tragedy within the ranks of your love too.
Silkes battle against the unseen and yours with the reality of living in the fear of terrorist action. You cannot take out a patent upon the horrors of reality, as these feelings are shared by all, but I do know exactly how you both feel, though for very different reasons.
No matter what this life will bring you, I know within my own mind, that your love will see you through.
I have through your writings learned more about this world of ours in a myriad of new and different ways.
My philosophy on life is : you learn something new everyday, even the days when nothing happens, there are still lessons to be learned. Every negative aspect of life is counterbalanced with a positive, finding the positive when someone is holding you down in anyway can be a challenge, but it IS there if you search for it.

In answer to
"John, have you noticed that the smarter a person is, the more hated he(should have written he/she, subconscience male dominant, it is not your fault it is the way you were taught to think and write) seems to be?"
I would like to say yes, of course its true and its all based upon the jealousy of lesser intelligent people, but that is only ½ of the story.
I have found that the smarter a person is, the more likely he/she will interact with their environment thus making everyone around them aware of the fact that they are so intelligent. Hate, jealousy and all that follows is not necessarily the fault of others, but can also be construde as being self inflicted. They react to what they see, feel and understand.
Let me try and put it into another perspective for you.

There is nothing more irritating than a " know-it-all " You have met them at parties, in school, at work, on the bus etc... That jumped up little XXXX who ruins your day by solving the problem you have battled with for God knows how long, in five minutes flat.
Instead of being grateful that something was solved, the irritation factor of the mannerism in which it was solved becomes the primary issue. Solving problems especially very complex problems, with just the " wave of a hand" so to speak, has its own problems.
The solve-r never gets the recognition they thought they should having sacrificed a million hours sweating over thier problem, the one who gets the recognition is the bright spark who comes along, seeing the entire problem from a totally fresh point of view who hasnt had to be logged into a thousand discussions. It becomes in the solve-rs eyes unfair.
The human need for recognition, fame and fortune or whatever else you would like to call it, is I am afraid a very, very Human trait.
The liklihood of the "know it all" fixing the problems and not wanting the recognition for it, is to say the least, a rarity.

(plugging myself there, sorry, its what I do ! )

The way others perceive, is down to the way we conduct ourselves. Being hated, is nothing new to me, always being the one who didnt fit in etc... blah blah blah sad story-syndrome. Learning to live with the hate and find the positive sides available to me, is the way to get through. I do however have my own personal lasts to carry around and am far from perfect, thank God.

As for "I don't think you'll be flamed by fire-breathing middle-school girls, but, if you are, please don't let it scare you off."

There are only seven females that could ever scare me,
My Mother
My three ex-wives
My three daughters

The rest of the female population ? I have no reson to fear, as they have no reason to fear me. Quid Pro Quo.

Stay in touch, I think it could be mutually benefitial for all concerned.

P.S. I dont worry about spelling, it the least of the written languages problems !

J