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Do You Feel Loved?

Do You Feel Loved?

A party had me on the weekend.  I didn’t go but it was at my house.  My roommate introduced me to three women and even a gay guy.  Two women just sat and stared at me briefly… before I left them as is usual.  One woman made an effort, but only to get in my pants… and if you think I am gay you don’t know me at all.

People tell me they love me all the time.  But as I look back, I find it hard to remember a single moment where I felt loved–then and still–by anyone.  There is so much betrayal, dishonesty, narcissism.

I want to be someone’s #1.  If the world was ending and you had a spaceship that could save yourself and one other, who would it be?  I am absolutely certain that there is no one on earth that would put me in that ship.  Everyone has someone else that gives them more of their childish chemical needs.

“Do you feel loved?”  Love is work.  The people who say they “love” me, always say that right before they ask for something or when they want to make me feel guilty, usually for not giving them something unreasonable.  It’s not their fault really, they just don’t know what love is because they are too busy trying to get something to make them feel better.

So no wonder I shy away from close relationships of any sort.  The chick who thinks my dick is the key to my heart made me think of this U2 song, Do You Feel Loved, and a few poignant lyrics. “And it looks like the sun / But it feels like rain / And there’s heat in the sun / To see us through the rain,”

To answer the question: “Do you feel loved?” you need to know what love is.  I am beginning to think that those that know what love is, always answer “no.”

At the songs end, I always picture two people asking each other, “Do you feel loved?” as the answer to the same question.  Do you feel loved?  Do you?


Do You Feel Loved



Take these hands, they’re good for nothing
You know these hands never worked a day
Take these boots they’re going nowhere
You know these boots don’t want to stray.

You got my head filled with songs
You got my shoelaces undone.
Take my shirt, go on, take it off me
You can tear it up if you can tie me down.

Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?

Take the colours of my imagination
Take the scent hanging in the air
Take this tangle of a conversation
Turn it into your own prayer.
With my fingers as you want them
With my nails under your hide
With my teeth at your back
And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies.

Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like the rain, oh.

Love’s a bully, pushing and shoving
In the belly of a woman.
Heavy rhythm taking over
To stick together a man and a woman
Stick together man and a woman
Stick together.

Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?

And it looks like the sun
But it feels like rain
And there’s heat in the sun
To see us through the rain.

Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?

Lyrics Copyright U2 1997

“And it looks like the sun / But it feels like rain / And there’s heat in the sun / To see us through the rain,”

… but it feels like the rain… does anyone understand?


For One

For One

Across a room
they toast to loneliness
with empty glasses
and wishes without words

Singles order doubles
of chilled drinks
that scorch throats
as they heal scars

Desire burns as
they melt into chairs,
the night’s pain fading
with the memory of love

From corner tables
they hide behind smiles
from those that cannot pass by
–but it does not stop the hours

The venue is emptying
but the avenue is empty,
lungs fill with cold
and even the streetlights stand alone

Inside, lover’s embrace
a light exposing
the permeating pain,
like headlights making the rain

Copyright 2008 Daniel Mick

Blue Sky and Deeper Ocean

We lay on a path only one travels,
under comets that speak in–and to silence,
commenting and reflecting on heaven,
between blue sky and deeper ocean.

Always lit, but never alighting or/
yet inspiring fear as we’re burning–
consuming darkness, illuminating
stars yet to fall from winter clarity.

A lone sun’s journey is finite,
changing with day, age and seasons–ending…
in a frozen heart of yearning to be
aroused by touch and warmth of another.

Two halves quartered in orbit gravity,
with coupled minds sharing same bodies,
listening and speaking with touch and tongue
of silent words from labored breathing.

Ice melts between bare skin of lovers
becoming that from which life began,
beginning a new more perfect union,
of vast blue sky and deeper ocean.

Daniel Mick

November 10-12, 2007
Copyright Daniel Mick 2007

Passing Stones

Straddling the stroke of midnight
She sometimes comes home
And we lay together in life
But live lives of our own

Our orphaned failures win
Victories we dare not repeat
And we try, and try again
But only the way of defeat

Our past lives are passing
Our baby names on stones
And we lay together in death
But everything dies alone

So we cherish the game
Where each moment we steal
And they say we don’t exist
But the cold rain feels real

Copyright 2008, Daniel Mick
November 18-19, 2008


I survey the chessboard of life
and see in black and white:

I could do without the castle
that can only go backwards,

and I don’t need the bishop
like he needs his pawns,

but the knight is alone
and I wish I had my queen.

As long as I can move
I will not resign,

So the one I play knows
they sit before the King.

Copyright 2008 Daniel Mick

August 14, 2008