Wolf
Apprentice
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
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Post by Wolf on Feb 24, 2004 14:23:09 GMT -5
Question 1
...for April
What, in truth, is love?
Giving--solely to fulfill another with no thought of self?
or -
giving, in order to receive in turn?
Can one truly give--and never ask?
Not without loss of unique identity...
for when giving part of self
--and in giving without return--
it is no more unique...
Another piece of self is sacrificed at whim--
--solely because it pleases the other,
never again unique once given...
Piece, by piece,
one's personality dissolves,
plastic to the whims of the other,
finally lost in the mold
of innocent, yet alien design...
--and one becomes a stranger unto himself,
a puppet dangling on strings...
Or--
can one freely give, yet ask for like in return?
Is such, then, truly free?
The asking is naught more than pricing one's love...
one gives--and receives in return, giving.
Two pieces of separate identity
No longer unique--submerged in
alien otherness, formless...
One sacrifices an integral part, and, the other also--
but sacrifice involves giving--
by paying a price of pain within,
of ultimate loss of one's uniqueness...
Pain for joy, joy for pain;
perhaps it does truly please, fulfill,
enrapture the other--
But, it was bought with a price,
and an article with price
is never free.
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, August 1, 1974
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Post by bloodredtears on Feb 24, 2004 20:04:02 GMT -5
wow...wonderful piece...i totally know where it's coming from...great job!
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Post by SilverEyes on Feb 24, 2004 20:14:52 GMT -5
I like to believe that the second stanza is correct and also that once one loves, they are never the same. Nice write.
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sweetest17sin
Virtuoso
don't frown! you never know who's falling in love with your smile!
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Post by sweetest17sin on Feb 24, 2004 23:10:03 GMT -5
awesome job, again. i love your poems.
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