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 MetalLove & Peace 

Is this the definition of love? Haha, KK's bum?

		kit kat wrote:

Freeze.. Heres a poem I came across years ago.. And have never forgotten it.

Never say I love you….if you don’t really care.
Never talk about feelings….if they aren’t really there.
Never hold my hand….if you are going to break my heart.
Never say you are going to….if you don’t plan to start.
Never look into my eyes….if all you do is lie.
Never say hello….if you really mean goodbye.
If you really mean forever…then say you will try.
Never say forever…..cause forever makes me cry.

I took a walk to today, trying to forget. I thought perhaps the sun would warm the icy coldness that seems to have taken hold of me. I thought that I could forget.

I came across a man with no arms and I thought; here is a man that will not toil long hours.
I came across a man with no legs and I thought; here is a man that will not make an arduous journey.
I came across a blind man and I thought; here is a man that will never cry.
I came across a deaf man and I thought; here is a man that will never hear a lie.

When I came home, I found that I could not forget. No matter how much I try, you are still here. I passed by a mirror and I glanced in and I thought; here is a man that will never love again. This is the saddest man of all.

Because we can never be completely satisfied with what we have. It hurts us because it involves getting becoming actively involved with other humans, and meeting their wants and needs instead of our own. I know it sounds wierd, but thats my opinion.

		Deep Freeze wrote:
		WHY?  Can anyone tell me why it is we do the things we do in the name of love? How is it that an otherwise sane, rational human being can become so irratic and unstable, all in the name of love? We have written songs about love. About breakups. About the pain of love loss. The anguish of another taking what is yours. The heartache.   Much  has been said about love and its pain. Do we really know why? Why do we allow ourselves to be loved? Why do we love? Anyone that has truly loved has known the agony of loss. The deep, heartwrenching throb of emptiness. Why do we do it? For all that we as human beings have accomplished, this one little question has continued to plague us. We know that all things end. We know that nothing lasts forever. We know that, eventually, the flower of true love begins to wilt in the light of time and circumstance and slowly begins its decent back to the ground from whence it sprung. The thorns of devotion pierce our fingers as we continually grasp at the stem of adoration, hoping...praying...pleading that we can somehow resurrect the beauty that once was and keep it alive. That we can somehow hold on as the petals of happiness fall slowly, spiraling in soft circles through the warm summer air as they leave us alone and lost. Emptiness.  Why do we do it? Why can't we see the futility? There is no strength in man that gives him dominion over love. There is no heart so hard that it cannot be lanced by the foil of desperation. Desperation. As we struggle with all our might to hang on. To keep love close. To bask in the glow of love's grand and all-encompassing power. Yet, as the flower dies, and we reach one last time to hold the beauty of once was, we look to our empty hand....and weep.   Why?

WHY? 
Can anyone tell me why it is we do the things we do in the name of love? How is it that an otherwise sane, rational human being can become so irratic and unstable, all in the name of love?

We have written songs about love. About breakups. About the pain of love loss. The anguish of another taking what is yours. The heartache.   Much  has been said about love and its pain. Do we really know why? Why do we allow ourselves to be loved? Why do we love? Anyone that has truly loved has known the agony of loss. The deep, heartwrenching throb of emptiness. Why do we do it?

For all that we as human beings have accomplished, this one little question has continued to plague us. We know that all things end. We know that nothing lasts forever. We know that, eventually, the flower of true love begins to wilt in the light of time and circumstance and slowly begins its decent back to the ground from whence it sprung. The thorns of devotion pierce our fingers as we continually grasp at the stem of adoration, hoping...praying...pleading that we can somehow resurrect the beauty that once was and keep it alive. That we can somehow hold on as the petals of happiness fall slowly, spiraling in soft circles through the warm summer air as they leave us alone and lost. Emptiness. 

Why do we do it? Why can't we see the futility? There is no strength in man that gives him dominion over love. There is no heart so hard that it cannot be lanced by the foil of desperation. Desperation. As we struggle with all our might to hang on. To keep love close. To bask in the glow of love's grand and all-encompassing power. Yet, as the flower dies, and we reach one last time to hold the beauty of once was, we look to our empty hand....and weep.   Why?