Monday, August 27, 2012

I Cried

   I cried today for the first time since the last time I swore I wouldn't do it.
   I cried because something had to give, and because no dam can contain the spring within me.
   I cried because it hurts to know that my heart is split in two uneven pieces and I know not which part is yours.
   What is really me who sought another? Or was it you who failed to give me what I needed?  
   Is it truly selfish of me to find a smile in a stolen moment with another?  It feels so right and I feel so alive, but it'll never be more than what I've built with you, and yet, I can't and won't do without it.
   I love you because you're steady, an anchor and solid ground.
   I love him because he makes my heart soar.
   What cruel entity decided that we should love but one, when we constantly change and inevitably find a connection to another?  
   I can't find me a sinner, for I protect your feelings with my secrecy.  I know what it would mean for you to know that while you touch me, I long for another.  There is nothing I can do.
   I cried today for the first time since the last time I swore I wouldn't do it.  
   I'm lost and I don't know where to turn.  A noble part of me wants to walk away from you both, and deprive myself from countless joys and disappointments I'm sure to feel with you.
   Every tear is a fragment of my heart, and I curse this longing to feel loved, to walk on steady ground while daring to soar.  
   I cried because nothing has hurt me more than to love you both.

   K

Monday, August 13, 2012

I Want...

   Why is it that every time I want to walk the straight and narrow, some temptation arises to test the gossamer of my resolve?  
   I don't need your smile to halt my breathing.  I don't need your eyes to reflect the same need I feel in my insides each time I look at you.  I don't need to see the rippling of your muscles that makes my body respond, treacherous as ever, overriding my common sense.
   I don't need you to enable me to sabotage what I have, what I know is good for me.
   But damned if I'm not hopelessly attracted to the very sound of your name and everything it evokes.  I want you, plain and simple.  I don't want to love you.  I don't want you to love me.  I have a need that needs met, and you are the which I most need right now.  
   I can easily throw myself at you, allow myself to be used and abused in each and every way imaginable because at this moment, when I see you standing before me, I want you.
   So what of the bloody consequences?  Life happens only once and those wankers preaching afterlife are fooling themselves.  If it's only one ride, why not make it count?  
   It's simple really.  
   I'll forget I have something good and pure that may come to be something permanent, if only for a stretch of time, long enough to satisfy these urges.
   Think of me what you will, but I want you just the same.  I don't care who knows.  I don't care what opinions may rain on me.  I'm not one to advocate conscience.  Not if it gets in the way of what I want and right now, I want you.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Longing

   Each song strikes a chord
      Your face appears before me
            In the memory of your touch
                     My body flames of its own accord

   I'm helpless against the tide
       Of images, daydreams, wishes
             And the all consuming vortex
                    Of the longing to have you by my side

    Looking up at all the stars
        Out of all those millions
              I hope to share just one
                    So I can live with my scars

    I take one more deep breath
         Knowing we'll breathe the same air
               This aching longing keeps me alive
                      Even as it slowly causes my death

    Come into my arms one day
          Let me lose it all in your kiss
                Take my soul, my heart, and body
                       Love me and take this longing away

   Kaycee

Saturday, July 28, 2012

One True Love? Please...

The idea of One True Love is romantic.  In order to grasp the true meaning of such adjective, let's look at some definitions.

1. Of, relating to, or characteristic of romance.
2. Given to thoughts or feelings of romance. 
3. Displaying, expressive of, or conducive to love: a romantic atmosphere.
4. Imaginative but impractical; visionary: romantic notions.
5. Not based on fact; imaginary or fictitious: His memoirs were criticized as a romantic view of the past


Does anything jump out at you?  Well, I bet some of you are shaking your heads at 4 and 5, but if you carefully consider these definitions, you'll realize they're far more apt than the first three.
World History, particularly the Great Civilizations, have led me to conclude that the "normal" structure of modern life starts with husband and wife, for otherwise, imagine the free for all chaos, the orgy, if you will, that would have taken place.  And yet, that is exactly what is happening though most of us choose to ignore it.
Why is divorce such a prevalent occurrence in modern times?  Because it's nearly impossible to give your all to our One True Love, plain and simple.
If you're like me, you ride high on the chase phase of a relationship.  There's nothing to compare to that first time kissing, that first lingering glance, the first wave of butterfly-inducing caresses that lead to that first time making love... It's a rush!
Mentally, there's the game of wits where you get to have your very own audience of one, and he or she will hang on your every bloody word because getting to know someone is like a drug, particularly when they prove exciting and stimulating.
The old adage of the High School Sweethearts may have worked back in the 1950s, but in modern times, it fails, and fails miserably.  Don't believe me, check the hard data.
We live in times where we are fully aware of having only one chance living.  We've questioned enough to come to some sort of acceptance that Heaven and Hell may be as fictitious as most religious dogma truly is, so our moral compass spins wildly as a new directive has come to dominate our conscious.  You only live once, make the bloody best of it.
Marriage is a great institution.  It centers two people who commit to one another, and together they go on to build a life.  For some it works great.  For others it's an epic fail.  But if we are true to ourselves, we know that despite the promises made at the altar, there will be another person who makes our heart race with no more than a smile.  There will be a situation in which a moment can be stolen.
Would it be wrong?  You bet your arse!
Would it feel good?  Absolutely!
It may turn into a delicious little secret that goes on to spice up your life, boost your ego, and give you those sensations of those firsts moments.  
Yes, adultery, cheating, coveting, and lusting are major sins and blah, bloody blah, but give me one, just ONE man or woman, who upon entering an affair, did not suddenly feel much more alive than at any point in their "legal" relationship.
Hearts get broken, that's inevitable, and no affair is a fairy tale.  The price is often steep, but moralities aside, we can't help becoming attracted or connecting with someone other than our significant other and if you think you've got the perfectly loyal man or woman, I wish you luck.
This is not to say One True Love doesn't exist.  I pray to find that in my own life, and I hope you find it as well, if you don't already have it.  However, once the luster has worn and you find little excitement in the same kiss, the same routine, the same day in and day out walk through your life, and someone else elicits those dormant sensations and brings you back to the vivacious soul we all are, you will undoubtedly fall for that person to some degree.  It's unavoidable.  You will think of them, you will sneak messages, and may even find the determination to go through with a meeting.  You may find yourself in their bed, and although you may become a bundle of guilt, the grin the memory of that new touch brings, will have you riding high.  It's natural.  What's sexier than someone wanting you, lusting after you, thinking of you, loving you when they know they're not supposed to.  When do you feel more alive than when you long for another's touch or for their voice to caress your ears?
There are billions of people on this planet, and we connect with a few in different ways.  One True Love may be the most selfish concept in life or it may be the only solid ground we'll ever walk, and the traditionals and conservatives may feel free to excoriate me, though they often prove to be the biggest players.  Christians? I highly suggest they take on some real education before opening their gobs, but I fully expect those views to turn their defenders into incoherent piles of embarrassment. 
In conclusion, one thing is certain, One True Love is just a romantic notion.  Nothing more.

K







Friday, July 27, 2012

Introduction

   An author I admire and respect, who is also a good friend, has inspired me to return to the page and so here I am.  I've always felt it was my mission to rattle a few cages and explore thoughts that many may entertain, but never, ever, dare vocalize.  I figured it is up to me.
   The subject is love.
   But it's not the love that you think it is.
   Far from it, love, like tea or ice cream, has got many different flavors and we all perceive it differently.  I'm exploring those tubs that never get touched, and while I am no one special to dictate the conduct that ought to be exercised in life, I'm taking advantage of the anonymity of the world wide web, such as it may be.
   I'm not here to provide answers to any given situation.  Were I happily married and done with playing the risky game of dating and relationships, this blog would simply not exist.
   I'm here without goals in mind, without any projections of developing an audience.  These will be my points to ponder, enter at your own risk.
   I shall leave romantic and moral notions to more virtuous minds and hearts.  I will happily delve into the atypical aspects of this great phenomena that has made heroes and losers out of each of us since time immemorial.  This is a blog dedicated to love and other complications.

   K