What’s The Rush?

Posted: 5 Apr 2013 in Poetry
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People speak
of “Falling” in Love
And some may say
Love hurts
But does anyone
Ever really
Connect these dots?

About Falling
I have heard it said
“It’s not the fall which kills you
But the sudden stop at the end”

We live life
By our chemical impulses
And it seems
That most of us
Are thrill seekers
At best

Adrenaline Junkies
With an appetite for
The ups and downs
Of the Roller-coasters
That are our lives

We climb
Solo
At first
Aspiring
To ever greater heights
We climb

That is until
We meet someone
Perhaps someone special
Then we jump
Or simply let go
It seems to me
Just for the thrill
And as we fall
We feel
That sense of weightlessness
That giddy unsettling
Of our stomachs

Holding on
To each other
Wind rushing past
At deafening speed
We enjoy it!
This guilty thrill
That is at least until
We hit the ground
Hard!
And perhaps
Break our hearts
(But they will heal)

Sure
Sometimes we land
More softly
Perhaps after
Some controlled deceleration
Due to inherent cautiousness
Or just
An acute awareness that
Our time together
Was coming to an end

Either way
We have that sobering moment
Coming down from
Our bleary eyed
Love drunk stupor
When the ‘ride’ is over
And we must disembark

A kind of sad emptiness
Takes a hold
So
To rebuke this
We re-double ourselves
And set our efforts
To climb again

Some perhaps
Already casting their eyes around
Looking for
The next ‘Roller-coaster ride’
They wish to experience
The next BIG thrill
How far will we climb this time?
How far and how fast will we fall?
And this is called
“Playing the Game”

We are nothing more
Than children
In the biggest
Most amazing
And wonderful
Theme park
Of them all
Yet
I can’t help but ask myself
Is this addiction healthy?

As if
Like clinically depressed
Indestructible Lemmings
We climb
And jump
Climb
And jump

The boredom of this repetition
For some
Driving us to “experiment”
Go higher
Go faster
Do flips
And do stunts

But in truth
None of what
We experience
In this fashion
Is truly
“Love”

Instead
Our lives have become
A series of cheap thrills
With too many spills
And quite frankly
I wont stand for it
Anymore

No
I don’t want to
Fall in Love
I want to stand
For Love
Instead

To climb for Love
To always aspire
To Love
Looking up
And carry love with me
To ever greater heights

Don’t jump
Because
I wont catch you
But climb
With me
If you’d like

I promise that
We will rest
Often
And look out
From our heights
To appreciate the views
And all the pretty lights

Yes climb
On your own path
And under
Your own steam
But next to me
If you choose
My hand is here
If you need

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