— Lust is Rust to Love : A Relationship in Danger —

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Every relationship is a new vehicle to carry you both to your destination. The rust starts to form from the first sexual encounter.

You need to check the progression, and stop it in its tracks.

You need to oil it with the truth, and preserve the bond between you two.

i googled “Lust is Rust to Love”, and I learned that everyone had this revelation, well not the same revelation, but very close. I had this revealing of lust many times before.

In fact, that’s why I left NY. The lust was clouding my visions, and my relationships. Maybe it was me, instead of all the lusts. I still don’t know.

Lust has always destroyed my purity of innocence, and set me into a rage on myself.

 

“Lust is Rust for Love”
— Phaneendra

I came across this saying in my search, about lust and love. There are many more sayings that touched me, but that summed it up for me.

There is more to say, I don’t know how to articulate it to make more sense, or cause more confusion.

 

Music and Lust

 

Jason Mraz wrote a song On Love, In Sadness, where he wrote these lines:

• “And we just lay awake in lust and rust in the rain
  And ponder on everything we say, “We trust””

So many nights when I go to bed, I’m flooded with lustful thoughts, and I live the scenario painted by Jason Mraz.

They’re thoughts of old girlfriends, or someone I just met in my travels, that I felt they thought the same of me.

Growing up, I’ve thought the same things all of my life, and sexual relations always distorted my love. They’re just fantasies.

Everyone has fantasies.

I’m at that point in my life, that no one is fantasizing about me.

I’m a smelly old man, that went through muscular atrophied hell. I’m comfortable being alone, well that’s not true, but the minute anyone is here, I’m chasing them away by asking them to do something for me.

I’m a horrible old fart, and my body structure is pitiful to say the least.

 

The Personal Music

This song “It’s Hard to Love Someone like you Do”, was a song I wrote in the early 90’s before I left NY. This is the song, and the lyrics speaks of the woes that love brought me.

Thanks for everyone that made this possible, it took a couple of days in the production of it.

 

“It’s Hard to Love Someone like you Do”

 

I still feel like I wrote this song yesterday, I mean I don’t know the chords or the progressions anymore, but the words seem like they were written yesterday. I haven’t grown much to understand love, more than I did 25 years ago.

We all fall short of understanding love, there is always more to learn.

You think you know all about love, and that’s the trap, SNAP, there is another situation that requires you to love again.

It brings new ways to love, that you never imagined. Of course you’re left with battling lust in all your endeavors with love. Lust is always there.

Does anyone know how to kill lust, so that it never bothers you again?

 

What is Love (Exanimo 1987)

 

Ego is the master of lust, so my ego needs to be killed…Nah that’s the trapmaster.

The ego is me at the core. The ego is a major player in my life, and all of your lives too. Your egos, is what I’m talking about.

Egos master lust and love, like pets. You must be in control of them, or lust will be labeled as a rapist or a timid fool. Love as an easy mark, or a timid fool too. Egos are the master of everything in our lives.

I’m going off on a tangent here… this is supposed to be about love and lust. The ego must be jealous.

 

Egos Rule, you can’t Fight it

So egos rule, not necessarily in a good way.

When you fight the ego, you fight yourself. If you defeat the ego, you defeat yourself. The Ego is a mysterious deity, it’s the core of your being. You’ll find the truth about it in the future, and you’ll see… I might not be right, or only a little right. There is so much about the ego, that I don’t know.

The egos are the strings that control everyone in this chaotic world. The strings are getting tangled with prideful knots, pulling and restricting our movements. We offend others, and others offend us. The chaos is foreboding, to say the least.

I don’t mean to sound so pessimistic, try to sound positive in a world where you are not heard, without being labeled as a conspiracy nut.

I try to be positive, but the world continually is alienating me into negativity.

 

Now Back to Lust

I‘d rather get back to love, but things turn towards lust more, than not.

Anyway, I’ve said about all I can say about lust. It’s a bad seed and only produces only weeds in the lives, that live on that diet. There is a healthier diet of love, and the benefits that love produces.

It definitely doesn’t produce weeds. Love propagates love.

Lust propagates weeds too. I have a problem with the term weeds, it means there is no use for it. There are good weeds that serve the medical industry, so in the end it’s not a weed.

Lust is better defined as a vice, it doesn’t have any nutritional value, except the propagation of more vices. It distorts the values of love, and often wears the masks of love.

Lust is a love impersonator, and even deceives itself into believing its love.

Lust is an end to love, unless there are two people in love, then it’s a welcome fruit of the tree of love.

I welcome love, over lust any day.