Love Free-write

Love is Raw
Real love gets to the root of being that is a person and fuses that being with another. By raw I mean the purest, Unaltered, uninfluenced. Love is flawed for getting to the most raw form of love is a learning process. Love is not perfect but it is honesty. Real, raw love can not happen unless both people are comfortable with themselves, untill they have defined themselves as an individual. Only then can one person fuse with another. Love does not make excuses.

Fight it through
Love is Raw
So let your heart unthaw

Burning Ring of Fire

"Burning Ring of Fire"
Jonny Cash

Of course love is a Burning Ring of Fire, Eros was consumated in the Pits of Hell.
He is known as a 'Fiery God'
Throughout history, people have been tormented by his game. He strikes with his fire, or bows.
Its a burning pain.
Fire is all consuming.

Eros

Notes:
Air, Earth
Foundation of Olympus and Tartaros
Eros of love, fairest of the deathless gods
Begining=
Air, Khaos
Night, Nyx
Darkness, Erebos
Hell's Pit, Tartaros
Eros was consumated in Tartaros
Ouranos(Heaven)
OIkeanos(Ocean)
Ge(Earth)
Earth and Sea made steadfast by Eros
Thunderbolts of Zeus
Firery arrows, fierce spirit, sharp, consuming, maddening, melting breath
Unforseen assault, entering the soul like a stormwind breathing bitter menace of fire
Frought with frenzy
left ignorant by the compelling power
bend your bow and the universe is no longer adrift( all have found a partner, not floating alone)
"Fiery god"
Strike one w. your fire.


Artistic Depiction:
http://www.antinopolis.org/eros4b.jpg
http://ring.mithec.com/images2/gods2.jpg
http://andrejkoymasky.com/liv/fam/bioe1/eros1.jpg

metaphor

I would recomend seeing Clockwork Orange
this script is the most metaphoric and descriptive of any ive read or seen--
Alex:
There was some sophistos from the T.V. Studios around the corner. Laughing an
govoreeting the Devotchka was smecking away and not caring about the wicked
world one bit. Then the disk on the stereo twanged off and out and in the short
silence before the next one came on she suddenly came with a burst of singing.
And it was like for a moment, O my brothers, some great bird had flown into
the milk bar and I felt all the malenky little hairs on my plott standing
endwise and the shivers crawling up like slow malenky lizards and then down
again. Because I knew what she sang. It was a bit from the glorious 9th, by
Ludwig Van.
Alex:
I had not cut into any of Dim's main cables and so with the help of a clean kashtook
the red, red kroovy stopped and it did not take long to quiet the two wounded soldiers
down in the snug in the Duke of New York. Now they knew who was master and leader.
Sheep, thought I, but a real leader knows, always when like to give and show generous
to his unders.