Love Is Egoism (L.I.E)

I forgot what true love was as my father died. And as my world turned into pain and dependency I ran after recognicion and "love" of all kind. This is when I finaly stopped running.

Love is pure. Kind.

Meaningful.

Alive.

Love is a struggle.

Of feelings.

Of meanings.

A fight.

 

Love is natural. A gift.

The biggest one, that is.

Love is a frightening game.

A tear, a laugh, and a foggy day.

 

Love is colorful, and deep.

Picturing all of what is within.

The heart and mind and a persons life.

Love is a mirror of all that resides,

deepest within a humans subconscious hell-paradise.

 

So Love becomes cruel, cruelest of all.

Love is dangerous.

A cliff where it is easy to fall.

 

But how can it be?

What didn´t we see?

As love is pure, kind and meaningful.

So alive..

As it resides within abundance itself.

It is the plague of the world,

as tears filled it up,

to a testimony of sorrow,

as there is no other alike.

 

So tell me, what did we not understand?

How can it possibly be,

to be honored like that?

As it is so imperfect,

and dreaded.

And stupidly called "love".

 

LOVE they named it.

 

I am sorry,

but it is not "Love" that we know yet.

Love could never be that way,

love itself is heaven,

and never a game.

LOVE, could never cause pain,

Love, would always give in,

Love would be, perfection itself,

  IF WE WOULD LET IT WIN !!!

 

What causes trouble..

IS the IMperfection of the Self.

As we mirror ourselves,

we cast a spell,

and the truest of truths is becoming to be.

  - Reality.

As LOVE is alive.

It gives birth to imperfect patterns of minds.

So what is love?

Could we know?

As long as we are imperfect it is hard to show..

 

But think of it this way..

what is the shadow that casts itself,

upon the glorious image of a nameless perfection ?

Could you name it for one second,

and pretend to forget it?

Is it the wanting,

the longing,

the thirsting,

the dissatisfaction,

the fear,

and the pains and pains and pains...

Could it possibly be..

we never were able to not let it,

hold us, manipulate and blind us?

So what if it were that way?

How would you name that awful mistake..?

 

For me, I named it,

as I thought there would be no other way,

as to fight it.

 

I gave it form, to grab it.

 

I gave it taste, a feeling, a sound,

a look, a system, a noun.

 

I cried, as I looked into its eyes,

I trembled, as it took my pride,

I choked, as it gripped my throat,

I coughed, as it wouldn´t let go,

I pleaded, as it broke my heart,

I crawled, as it punched my face,

I broke down, as it kicked me again,

I stood, as I wouldn´t give in,

I fought, as I saw I could win!

 

I took it, as I was the one who gave it form,

I bit it, to remember its taste,

I looked deep into its eyes, to recognize what it felt,

I heard it cry, as it fell to its knees,

I saw it laugh as it looked at me..

 

  It said,

"It was a good fight, I owe you that.."

I knew I won, as it stepped aside,

and with that I moved to the throne of paradise.

As its system broke,

its power fled,

but what is it that I knew at the end?

It was me all along,

not only did I fight myself,

but it was my own choice to give It the power of the Self.

 

And moving on,

we became friends,

as I watched it, coaching me instead.

 

I knew all along, it wasn´t a foe,

but some kind of misunderstanding,

a mechanism of old old days,

was causing it to think it should be protective, for my sake!

And as it grew old, it forgot..

It grew stupid,

and fought,

at times it should have been loving the most.

 

 

I stood from my throne, and went to its side..

took it by its hands and let its tears go wild,

and then I hugged this other Self of mine,

very, very tight..

 

And as it stopped crying,

it said "Thank you, for the fight."

 

 

 

 

* Dedicated to all, that fight their egoism.

 

 I love you all..

 

And just to let you know.. (!!)  YOU WILL WIN!

Author's Note

I hope you forgive my intensity. Sometimes I get carried away..