LovEnomics, the freakenomics of love

I'm in the process of importing my older and more recent blogs. but this is a poem I wrote a few days ago... I wrote it for him/ to him/ at him... Things make so much more sense in your mind.. when you're not consciously thinking about them. I guess those are called feelings. But the way you really feel about a person... I mean GENUINELY feel about a person.... when you're not thinking about how you feel about them.... is sort of a metaphysical experience where you're mind is chemically altered by someone who hasn't drugged you. It's like he's sending x-rays or radiation from his body and mind to yours... a vibe? yeah! a vibe. and it makes you understand the things that words can't reach far enough to touch with their short-stubby fingers... and so, I write... like a machine... or a martian; Driven to understand the things we cannot say, I write them down, stretch them out and juxtapose them reflexively...

we've been speculating for so long... about what it is now and so much about what it could be... the endless possibilities of a next step.

We take into account most actions, instances... occurrences... and events that transpire... and we calculate them into all the possible outcomes we can imagine....

and we value what we do or say today... by the merits of a possibility tomorrow...

so we over-calculate... you know, just to maker sure...
that we regulate our actions just enough that....

I don't overcompensate or inflate-
for the values you speculate and appreciate.

because
ultimately every investor has defaulted...
somewhere along the line of credit you've exhausted...
and it takes a while to build back up
the equity you lost in your heart.

now you trade it short on calls and options
cutting your losses and taxing your gains
so when the bubble's pricked by speculation's stick
your asset is protected from bankruptcy claims

you've learned a good investment isn't a peice of cake.
and a good soufle is hard to bake...
it takes plenty of time and lots of tries
because microwaved yeast will never rise

and i preserve whats left by not letting you see,
how much i've undervalued myself so you don't depreciate me.