(just a little poem after musing to the Love Jones soundtrack)



what is time in the light of love
who can clock it's meaning
its strength
its sovereignty

he's

too young
too old
too troubled
too early
too late
too fat
too thin
too feminine
too far
too thuggish
too cocky
too shy
too corny
too broken
too broke

judgments --- mere speed bumps on a highway to happiness


if you can fall out of it ---was it ever there?
if you can remember it being there then why wont you admit it never left

love is bigger than our ideals
bigger than the primitive nature of our thought processes

love is the question and the answer
love is the before and the after
love is
love is
love is

LOVE.