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I want to talk about love.

Now. In the 21st century love has taken quite a beating, it's ridiculed, it's raped, it's insulted, it's shamed by our mediocre understanding of it's power of it's beauty, of it's part in our very creation. Is God not the source of an endless boundless love, is that not why we walk this earth, because he loves us so? Love is real. Love is eternal. Love will never die. But we will. We have.

Now. I want to talk about these “relationships”

Ever noticed how love is scheduled during these cell phone contract romances? It used be, that the word love doesn't come into play until 6 months down the line, your girlfriends would advise you to hold back on your emotion so you won't look too crazy, to ignore whatever is going on, because those are the rules. But who created these rules? And did they die happy? Did they die in love?

It used to be that it took 6 months exactly for you, a human being, created by the ominous and solicitous God, to understand that you love another being.

But in reality, love has no time restraint, it can takes years or it can take seconds, in any amount love can flow.

It can be present in moments of dejavu, when you lay your head on her chest, as time never felt so familiar. It is quick to attack, latches on to your heart and pumps blood filled with desire into your brain, the epicenter of all. And that desire can create fear, and we all know, or at least we should know that fear has no place on the same level, or even plain as love.

Fear and love have nothing in common.

Because fear creates hatred, creates anger, it is love's very opposite in all aspects of this world. So when that fear is born in you, and you don't recognize it for what it is, when you don't see those lies, and you let that fear take over your vision, you lose your capacity to truly love and to even understand what love could possibly be in your life.

We see love as such a huge thing, a vessel full of lies and deceit, a vessel that only brings trouble once it comes round, but our lack of understanding of this great wondrous gift is what creates all those lies, all that misinterpretation, or that trouble and all that pain.

Because there is one truth that always remains in the face of love.

You cannot LOVE if you do not love yourself. You cannot know what love is if you are without that ease of life, that ease of true simplicity in all your actions, if you are without that ethereal understanding of the very essence and importance of your core, how are you going to recognize the beauty that lives in another if you cannot see your own?

How are you going to see?
When you've gauged out your own eyes?
And replaced them with lies?

You take comfort in your deceit, measure yourself and your relationships by other's numerous follies and failures disguised as prosperity, you draw examples from failed kingdoms and believe all you believe is right.

But you've never been more wrong. We, have never been more wrong.

“I love you” has no time. It should be the first and last thing you say to every human being on this planet, without that ability you won't last in this world, you'll lose yourself, you'll lose your soul, the greatest gift that has ever been told.

So what's your methodology? You “talk” for a couple of weeks? And then you're “dating”? And then he starts calling you “my baby”? Then he calls you his “wifey” his “lil lady” his “lil mama”? And that's where you derive your strength? That's where you derive your importance? Cause you his “sexy lil thang” and he loves his baby. Ain't that right?

And when he starts calling someone else his “baby” his “wifey” his “lil mama” you have the audacity to stand and say “FUCK LOVE”

But baby, what has love got to do with it?

Looks to me, like you got lost in a labyrinth looking for love, looks to me, like you're still wandering, turning right, turning left, retracing your steps only to lose yourself even more.

You grow old, you grow weary and you let your fear take hold.

And love, the concept of this master of all, is lost on you entirely.

So don't you dare stand up and cuss love, because you don't understand it, because he didn't understand, you're both lost fools in the man made complexities of this world that has blotted out our collective third eye, made us blind to the truth that is love.

To the simplicity of the action of love.

You are valuable. When you recognize this. It will recognize you.

When you surpass all your materialism, all your rationalized fear, all your misplaced anger, then you will know love. When you free yourself, you will know love, when you recognize the beauty of your own humanity.

You will know love.

Until then my Kings and Queen's. It ain't love's fault.

Look in the mirror.

See yourself.

There's the culprit.

There's the culprit.

There's the culprit.