AFTER THE BOMBS SUBSIDE

I have a female friend who was acutely honest when she was asked what the hell she was looking for in life.......and she replied...."I just want somebody to love me"






Lyrical interlude:


and after the bombs subside
and this long low campaign
calls it good for the night

we meet in the streets
will we meet in a bar's cold light?
we grip at our hands
will we hold just a little more tight?

after the bombs
after the bombs
subside



I think I know what she is talking about. It's not uniquely a female thing.


With all the complexities in processing a world that seems to be at an ever changing flux and discourse, the sentiment may seem a little bit naive, but this is not about depth of character, just old fashioned honesty.



If you are in a relationship with a person and they are always focused on themselves and how they appear to the outside world, they can't see the real you. (or have lost interest in trying). You might need to make an adjustment. (But what do I know)



We want somebody to understand us, to watch our back, to get that strange joke from left field we make, and more importantly to say ..."it's ok" when we experience a manic or depressive day, or feel that it's all just a bad play.



I hate to generalize, but alot of men I know are caught in the trap of trying to appear together, showing you the house and the cars and making the receding hairline look good with the right mustache. (I am not impervious to these types of projections from Tony Monnero hell)



Underneath, they really are lacking in true spirituality and are massively insecure. But apparently their penis is still in working order.




Woman seem to inherently understand that without the closeness and the feelings to share, you come away with something worse than nothing. Something abhorrent and closely aligned with the dark void of missed opportunity.



I heard a story that somebody told me about refugees that were stuck in the bottom of some ship for days without food and finally drifting into some southern US port.


After they were taken into the barracks and were examined and debriefed etc, somebody noticed that they were all talking about the interpersonal relationships that went on in the ship...The people that went out on a limb to tell the other person that they loved them etc. The passion and romance of their futures.


.. This is what really seemed to matter to them, even as they were facing dehydration and deportation. Sounds crazy.



We want to feel a connection. It's obvious. It's real and sometimes it's even fear based..but If we don't feel an honest connection around us, there seems to be this large hole that we need to fill. Alcohol, drugs, food, sex, we'll substitute all of these, just to escape the feelings. This is absolutely one hundred percent what I would do.



The connection is there and is waiting. You just can't always dictate the timing involved.



While you are waiting, you might want to work on some personal fears and anxieties, conquering them with optimism, positivity and a real decision to be stronger and push through them.



I know that I often want to say to this person or that person...lets give it one more try. I still have it, and we can do it...If you liked me then, you are going to love me now. However, laughably, it feels like forcing the past into the present. Possible? I think am too healthy to ask them to reconsider in the real world.



It is time to be more open to the synchronicity and the situations that are unfolding around me daily.(sometimes ridiculously slowly)...I sound a little like Deepak Chopra there, but I think it is valid observation.



Human entanglements and mining for that special person who will have your back forever, this is the real drug.... and it is ubiquitous.


In the meantime, it is all there for us, we have to just uncover it.
Even then, the struggle continues. But it's a better struggle.


No, this isn't some obscure rant about mating, I don't think so anyway.



Your future might not have to be adjusted after all.......



And for the person that I am clandestinely focusing on tonight, we will speak soon.......after the bombs subside.


Rick