A Love So Deadly

Karen Elson - The Ghost Who Walks

The ghost who walks

she's on the prowl

for the man she loved,

he cut her down

it was an ordinary night in June

when he drove her to the lake

so they could watch the full moon

The ghost who walks

she's on the prowl

for the man she loved,

he laid her down

in the tall grass

he kissed her cheek

but with a knife in his hand

he plunged it in deep

She looked at him with pleading eyes

he softly spoke,

"my dear the love has died"

and then he muffled her desperate cries

under the moonlight

Ghost who walks

she's on the prowl

wanders in the moonlight

she's crying to herself because

eyes never once looked cruel

but the moon in the blade 

shimmered like a jewel

she looked at him with pleading eyes

he softly spoke,

"my dear the love has died"

and then he muffled her deadly cries

under the moonlight

Under the moonlight

under the moonlight

under the moonlight

 Is this what love is?  Do I dare question it?

Is there no pure love?  Can love between men and women ever truly be done with purity of heart?

Our world is held under a system of domination..  Hierarchy in all spheres of life...  How does one deal?  How does one love?

Patriarchy is embedded within every interaction (unless one truly fights the dominant systems of thought, and truly fighting is nearly deadly).

Our thoughts are clogged to the core, devilish even.

May we fight this?  It is possible?

I believe it is... but we must learn from our mistakes and become conscious of the processes that proliferate throughout our society and within our very minds and souls.

We are tainted.

If you cannot admit you are tainted by thoughts of domination, of subordination, I would think again.

There's no escaping this.

This is why we must fight.

This is why we must change.

This is why I write, pour out my heart to the world, hoping to not care of the judgement I will surely receive, even if only in whispers and creeping silence.

I must be honest with myself before I can be honest with this writing.

I am the devil, the wicked, just as much as anyone else in the world.

But this does not mean I'm THE devil, the ultimate evil.

I am simply human in a wicked world of hate, as are you.

Controlling and Un-Controlling the Birds*

Letting a caged bird go is GOOD, but at the same time BAD.  It has consequences.

If the birdy flies away and never comes back, something went wrong… somehow… =(


If it comes back, it LOVES you, and wants to stay with you because you treated it well in the past and nothing too horrible happened to it in that environment you have so little control over.

So, how ‘bout those categories, man and woman?  (Or black and white, or worker and boss, or student and teacher, etc)?

Can men just let go of “their” women, and start letting them live the life they desire with them?  I know it’s very, very hard [I’m not as clear on this issue. I haven’t been raised as “Man”, whatever that is.  You get my drift? I hope so. = )]. But we know that women get hurt, raped, abused when going to bars with her girlfriends and getting looks and men intruding on her unwillingly.  It’s like rape of the eyes. Men look at women and women want to hide because they are so scared of the pain! They’ll hurt without you, but they’ll also hurt with you if you keep her waiting and worrying.  ANYWAYS, don’t fret over my words; we know she’ll come back to you if you truly know in your heart that you love her. ; ) The only true way to know she loves you is if you show it and you *know* she senses it and responds in laughter and smiles.

And, women, can we let our men go?  It feels like we shouldn’t, doesn’t it? They go to war, and they fight in bars and come back broken? They accidentally cripple others with their rage?  = ( Makes me want to cry.  But if you don’t let them go, they’ll just never come back.  We give them our whole selves and then they throw us back like garbage.  We clean up after them, we clean their kitchens and cook, we laugh at their jokes, we try to live beneath their shade as the sun penetrates just so we can BE. I know we wish they could see how much we love them and how much they hurt us, but maybe letting go isn't so bad after all? I know it hurts, but I’m done with the pain, and the sooner we’re done with the pain, the sooner we can see the LIGHT of DAY.

For all those guys (and ladies), here is someone who can help: 

Hard-Fi - 'Fire In The House' [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

 For all those gals (and gents), here is someone who can explain it in a different way:

Universal Solider by First Aid Kit [Official Video]

Also, for good measure, when we talk to others, let's take into consideration the Ancient Egyptian, Ptahhotep:

"Do not gossip in your neighbourhood, because people respect the silent."

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*Sheesh the word “uncontrolling” doesn’t even exist in Word 2010! I had to put “un-controlling”.  What’s up with that?  I guess we just don’t understand the concept of “uncontrolling” as much... So, if you'll let me, I'll make a leap and I hope you can trust me. Why isn't there a word for "uncontrolling" in word 2010?  Maybe it doesn't exist? Maybe it just doesn't have it? My guess, it exists but Word 2010 just doesn't recognize it.  Maybe Word 2012 when it comes around. = )