Romantics, Forever Phoenix
Interested interesting souls that seek their bodies, moaning towards finding them, ecstasy, thinking a lot about love and doing and saying things that show strong feelings of love for each other. Us.
Romanticism believes that true love involves delighting in a lover in their every aspect. Resolute. True love is synonymous with accepting everything about someone, so romanticized. We are babies, and yet rated R. The blurred distinctions between childhood and adulthood. The windows of the heart are blurred with soot. The fog of reality is blurring the multifaceted outlines of our clear romanticism, so pure.
Romantics express themselves without mercy, feel guilty as hell, listen attentively, show physical affection, surprise, have a candlelit lovey-dovey dinner, simply love for life. When wishes and desire become the healthiest drugs writers or artists of the romantic movement do, bold and steady, they go to great lengths for the people they love, coloring to extremes, with spectrumful pencils sharpened to the point of infinity. Admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering.
So many times in life we are at a moment when everything seems lost. There are moments when you think you are going to die, irrespective of whether you succeed or fail at what you do. We are ancient bards of pain, you and I. We live the life of a phoenix. We know how to be a phoenix. And then when it is time to die again and take a new leap, we do. But from the pain something is always born. Always. Look at your history, that is not even the past. That is how we were born, you and I, the breathtaking beauty of the magic of here and now and yet so far.
We could be romantics for life
Go wild with our scars unhealed
Ooh, ooh
We could be romantics for life
Like drugs make us feel unreal
Ooh, ooh
Uh, uh, uh
A long way from home met this girl caught my sight
She walk in with a storm cloud, eyes like lightning
Hair like the sun, butterflies been risin'
Swayin' in the grass, then we probably should light it
Tell me, do you got the lighter that I gave ya?
Smoke a little somethin' 'til the doubt subsidin'
I don't wanna feel regret, just imagine (imagine)
We could be romantics for life
Go wild with our scars unhealed
Ooh, ooh
We could be romantics for life
Like drugs make us feel unreal
Ooh, ooh
They talk a lot, don't they?
'Bout your life
They talk a lot, don't they?
Why? Are you tired?
It's none of their business who we love
Drinking, destructive, kind, fill me up
Holding me down in my seat
Tell me, I know what you need
I know your head makes you lie, oh
'Cause we could be romantics for life
Go wild with our scars unhealed
Ooh, ooh
We could be romantics for life
Like drugs make us feel unreal (unreal)
Ooh, ooh
We could be real
We could be real
(We could)
(Drugs make us feel)
We could be real
We could be real
We could be romantics
(Drugs make us feel, drugs make us feel unreal)
(Drugs make us feel)
Romantics are all the erected mournuments to the deepest ocean feelings and behavior of two thirsty and hungry minds, bodies, and souls who are in an eerily loving and sexual relationship with each other. Resolute and unswerving. Their beautiful fusion, a new kind of erotica, crueler than a beast, strongly affects their individual beings made whole and yet so shattered … Phoenix. Lacking clarity or sharpness, but not.
The legendary winged creature is made of fire and lives for centuries before it bursts into flames and is reborn from the ashes. Its name could be Hope, a warrior angel with waxing wings pushing forward. The Guardian Angel leading the blind and the blinded to the light through the darkness.
It symbolizes immortality, resurrection and life after death. “He spreads his wings and sings over a large mass of firewood, and when he is overjoyed by his song, he kindles a fire in his beak, and when it burns in the fire, an egg emerges from it, which immediately catches fire and burns. Another phoenix is born from its ashes. The story goes that the bird lives for several hundred years before it dies by setting itself on fire. However, it then starts a new life from the ashes of the fire.” Is the sacred bird of myth a reality, our reality? Full of fire and passion – the flames of true inspiration? Sure it is! It is the continuation of life in flames of change, bringing good luck, harmony, peace, balance, and prosperity.
The night's still young, I lay wide awake now
I'm Lucy in the sky, I'm queen of the clouds
Yeah, I know she's cute but please, baby, hold out
'Cause I've fallen hard, fell so hard that I woke up
Yeah, I know she's cute but please, baby, hold out
'Cause I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
I am almost there
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming now
Hold out, you know that
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
Baby, I think I'm in love
The taxi, the hallway, the elevator, staircase
Falling, falling
You and me now
Please, baby, please just wait, just hold out
15000 feet up in the air, I see it all so clear
I know she's cute, but it needs to be you and me
You and me
'Cause I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
I am almost there
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming now
Hold out, you know that
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
Baby, I think I'm in love
The taxi, the hallway, the elevator, staircase
Falling, I'm falling
Falling down, hm
I'm falling down
'Cause I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
I am almost there
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming now
Hold out, you know that
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
Baby, I think I'm in love
The taxi, the hallway, the elevator, staircase
Falling, I'm falling
Romantics are open space, both hopeless and hopeful dreamers and practitioners of their romantic beliefs and attitudes suggestive of an idealized view of reality. Stargazing, flying, drowning, falling in the best place to be, in Love, where they belong, where they come from, from where they rise like a phoenix from the ashes, building a complicated intimate relationship, brick by emotional intimacy brick. Romantics, with countless leaps, are both idealists and realists, with one trick, romantically emerging from catasprophes stronger, smarter, and more powerful. Phoenix represents transformation, strength and renewal. How eternally naive! Characterized by dimness, indistinctness, or obscurity. But not.
Romantic love feels and is overwhelming, exhilarating, and passionate, whose only requirements are trust and vulnerability. Ah romantics! The connection has grown, no matter the distance, they are near their crush, giving them butterflies in their tummies. A more addictive dependence. An even stronger desire for sex. Their mighty weaknesses even strengthened through the perfect hourglass figure of faith. Like a male ego, so erect. Peacocking is something men just do to highlight their strong points and stand out from their competition.
Love on my moods and keep me off the deep end
Mid-summer's pool and I fill it with secrets
You're gonna get what you've given to me
You're gonna get what you've given to me
Watch me break down and then you'll say it against me
Watching me drown like a beach on the concrete
You're gonna get what you've given to me
You're gonna get what you've given to me
Pleasure's got a thousand faces
But none of them will play the realest
Mirror all the ways, I'm lone
Spiking all my right princesses
I'm not even pulsive
Even, falling too fast
I'm forgetful
When it's hurtful, why let it last?
You're gonna get what you've given to me
You're gonna get what you've given to me
All that good shit on the table to eat
Passion and pain taste the same when I'm weak
If you break my bones, if you
I'mma hurt my soul, I'mma
Broken cassette where the love songs repeating
Follow my pattern in darkness, I see it
I see an end, though pretend that I don't
Sayin' I'll stay unafraid that I won't
If you break my bones, I'mma hurt my soul
Gonna fuck it out again and again, hmm
Stop me fooling lies, that I'll swallow down
You're gonna get what you've given to me
You're gonna get what you've given to me (hmm)
Pleasure's got a thousand faces
But none of them will play the realist
Mirror all the ways, I'm lone
Spiking all my right princesses
I'm not even pulsive
Even, falling too fast
I'm forgetful
When it's hurtful, why let it last?
You're gonna get what you've given to me
You're gonna get what you've given to me
All that good shit on the table to eat
Passion and pain taste the same when I'm weak
If you break my bones, if you
I'mma hurt my soul, I'mma
Break my bones, all way down
You're gonna get what you've given to me
You're gonna get what you've given to me
You're gonna get what you've given to me
All that good shit on the table to eat
Passion and pain taste the same when I'm weak
In the context of the great flood and Noah's Ark, Noah finds the mythical bird perching on the ark's port and asks if it would like to eat like all the other animals. Phoenix replies that it does not wish to disturb Noah as he was busy feeding the other animals, and did not want to further burden him. In response, Noah blesses it and says it will never die.
"Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand" Job 29:18 The sand of time, the Phoenix. We have more courage, stamina, perseverance than anybody else, we are just full of sand. A loose granular material that results from the disintegration of rocks, a substance that forms beaches and deserts, open to interpretation. So full of it. Ah romantics at it, crying at the futility of the task. The sand is a symbol of the tangible truth we seek, and the sieve the human mind seeking a truth that remains elusive and, the metaphor suggests, impossible to grasp in any permanent way.
The symbol of the phoenix’s rebirth refers not only to the cyclical nature of history and the collective rebirth of humankind but also to our spiritual resurrection. We compare mankind to a phoenix that burns itself up and then rises out of its ashes over and over again. Man’s advantage is his ability to recognize when he has made a mistake so that eventually he will learn not to make that mistake anymore. And we make another, mistake after mistake after mistake. But then, are romantics not kind of disabled and even autistic, stuck in that overflowing daydream, spilling spleen? Remembering the grave mistakes of the past is the Mission Impossible we have set for ourselves, silently.
Eve offered all the animals in the Garden of Eden to taste the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, and only the animal referred to as “sand” refused to do so. Therefore, it was not subjected to death like the rest of the living creatures and thus it enjoys eternal life. Romantics build mirror factories to take a long look at themselves. A resolute gaze. Mirrors are symbols of self-understanding, of seeing oneself clearly. I see you = you see me. Approaching every day with unwavering purpose and determination. Through this purposeful activity, we embrace change to have the growth that we desire. The world is blurry. Yet we struggle in this world. Our vision may be hazy or blurry very often after the resolute life surgery. Romantic love provides extremely blurry images. There is a very blurry line between this Art and our Love.
We are romantics for life … romantics forever. And romantics do hold the concept of hope after loss and death dear. The certainty, not possibility, of amendment or fixing exists in this Phoenix post. Because we would not be here and now otherwise. There would be no transformation, no strength, and no renewal. There would be no romantics. Ah romantics, that is who we are, painting emotional landscapes, singing our beautiful songs, listening to the symphonic beat of our hearts, soul dancing, writing Love letters to each other, been sending them for centuries, swooning together or apart, what makes the world turn round. You and I.
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