WHAT LOVE IS

"Every womanizer, every player, every guy juggling three broads at the same time is only doing so out of fear. Fear of being crushed by a woman. Cause one day, back in the day, they weren't a 'player'- they liked one girl, just one. And they gave it up to her because they were little romantics back then. And they gave it up to the girl they loved, and what happened, they got rocked, they got crushed or they got destroyed, they got cheated on, or laughed at, or something. And when they are finished picking up all the little pieces of what was once they're heart, they all, every single one of them, made a vow to never give it up again. But now we are talking about the real bastards here, the ones who break heart occupationally, cuz believe it or not, originally those cats were the most beautiful, and the most romantic of them all, and you know what happened, those are the ones who got hurt worst of all. You never get over it, you recover, but you never get over it. And you know what happened, when they all recovered, you know what they all said, they all said "O.K., I see, Alright. If that's how its gonna be, I can play that way too." So you see we are all responsible for the cycle of the vicious circle."

- W H A T L O V E I S -

REMEMBER WHEN..

I know I'm not incredibly old, but I know times have definitely changed. While laying in bed last night, watching a movie from my laptop and communicating via text, I remember not even 10 years ago, things were much more different.

Remember the days of the AOL/AIM chatrooms? You'd stay up all night on your mamas' 56k chatting away.. taking 30 minutes to download your favorite song, and getting excited at the sound of the specialized AIM alert you had set for your boo once they had signed on.

I remember sitting up in the uncomfortable computer chair.. chatting into the whee hours of the night (since texting had not been hawt yet), and you wouldn't dare let your house phone ring that late. Or, you'd try to time it perfectly, call the weather number and wait for the call to come in and click over. Those were the days.

I think the progression of technology and how we communicate has hindered a lot of people's ability to verbally communicate. They can go on forever via text or IM.. get them infront of you and they're a deer caught in headlights. Ironic isn't it?

Crazy how times have changed. I've got my parents hip to texting, I'm sure it's a whole new world to them. I can only imagine the communication outlet's my future kids will have.

REMEMBER WHEN...

I AM REMEMBERING LOVE

It is the color of light
the shape of sound high in the evergreens
it lies suspended in hills
a blue line in a red sky
I am looking at sound
I'm hearing the brightness of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness of lakes, rivers, and streams
caught in an angle of song
I am remembering water that glows in the dawn
the motion tumbled in earth
life hidden in mounds
I am dancing a bright beam of life
I am, remembering love.
- The Love Jones