He called it honesty;
Was sincerely fond
In spite of all she wasn’t
And so many things she was
He found repelling.
She called it cruelty;
He wasn’t fond enough
To call it love
Old Jules
Old Jules
74 years old, a resident of Leavenworth, KS, in an apartment located on the VA campus. Partnered with a black shorthaired cat named Mister Midnight. (1943-2020)
Since April, 2020, this blog is maintained by Jeanne Kasten (See "About" page for further information).
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So Far From Heaven 
Beautiful Jules! I know what you mean because I have a friend that feels just as you describe!! The best thing is, and I talk to her now: if you discover how amazing it is to finally get the sensibility of such a man, you can call yourself lucky! The only world I can come up with is beautiful!
Life is good to you when you make such discoveries.
Morning Anita. I hope your friend finds her way through the maze. It ain’t often easy and it ain’t often kind, as the old song says. Gracias, Jules
Human love is conditional, based on momentary needs. A concept of love is built by culture that humans are able to love unconditionally. This is not true. Human love is based on needs. We love, because there is a “lack of” total acceptance of ourselves. We need to find another to love us they way we think we “need” to be loved. We love out of fear, out of not being good enough, out of fear of abandonment.
Humans can love unconditionally in increments of time. What is a loving moment? Answer: When there is no giver or receiver. Yes, we all have experienced this momentary bliss, but that is all it is. Love is about self acceptance. Love is about accepting the dark and light within completely. Love is not an expectation, a goal, somewhere to get, something to get.
Morning Livvy1234. Human neediness is a troublesome, thorny issue for most of us and not one we derive a lot of joy from examining when it’s our own. Our examinations of the concept of love appear to frequently drift into the need arena and label it love, not because we don’t recognize the difference, but because we prefer not to acknowledge what we know. I can’t disagree with what you’ve said here. Gracias, Jules
love and fondness, deep thought (!_!)
Art: Thankee. Jules
I would rather the cold, hard truth than a warm, fuzzy lie any day!!! 😉
Nice. Powerfull too. Somehow, to me…this makes a lot more sense on a personal level than the previous post.
Momsomniac: Thank you. Jules
I keep reading your poem over and over. You have taken a common relationship topic that is so difficult to honest without a lot of misunderstanding. May I post your poem on my blog?
Thanks for coming by Kenne. Your welcome to post it. I appreciate your feedback. Jules
Sorry for my emotional involvement here, the last two posts really touched me at a personal level. But here I can see how much I can find in othere human beings, my own thoughts, feelings in othen people. English is not my language and I could express myself much better. But I mean this is a paradox, we feel alone and needy, while at the same moment we are not alone. When we share those thoughts and have life experiences in common, how can we be alone?
Nice, always one way or the other. I tend to fall for that kind of situation lol.