<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342</id><updated>2012-01-06T16:50:23.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viven sus sueños</title><subtitle type='html'>Realization Vs. Revelation</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-112561225423238792</id><published>2005-09-01T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:04:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization vs. Revelation: the uncommon dialogue of rap</title><content type='html'>Temporary thoughts of the subconcious/ bring forth the inner child thats obnoxious/ fleeing the truth/ only to accept that of which comes from the booth/ One mother except many fathers/ the true one doesnt bother/ does it impede/ or shall I procede/ when indeed I take heed to the pain that it bleeds/ at times indecisive and uninhibited/ unmistakenly knowledge is exhibited/ guided off intuition/ only to be paused by real life's intermission/ feared by many because of a seemingly psychic connection/ only because of the dissatisfaction of their own reflection/ perhaps from the fruit of adam and eve/ for me perhaps adam and steve/ I inquire whats free/ Only because i ate 2 apples off the knowledge tree/ I see above and beyond and have become quite fond of every person through every bond/ so why am I looked at funny by the parents of a blue eyed blond/ perhaps because I wasn't the spawn of the white mom/  Its apparent that some parents aren't parents/ its also apparent that their methods are quite errant/ black and intelligent/ i say thats irrelavant/ because I was young and not celibate/  I prefer young and wise/ a simple plan i can devise/ except the solution may not arise/ my thoughts are as erratic as flies/  the truth keeps me estactic and away from the static of lies/  I flirt with bullshit/ only to attract those that invert the pulpit/  I play games so I know who's playin the games/ i keep them meaningless like no names/ convicted and evicted and forced to keep my emotions constricted/  if damage is inflicted then my actions are restricted/ the new me is restructured and unfinished/ growing always and never diminished/ I strive to be therefore I am/ to be me Is to be Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-112561225423238792?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/112561225423238792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=112561225423238792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112561225423238792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112561225423238792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/09/realization-vs-revelation-uncommon.html' title='Realization vs. Revelation: the uncommon dialogue of rap'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-112431243238034644</id><published>2005-08-17T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:31:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite</title><content type='html'>Whomever, wherever, however, whatever, whenever, its all everywhere. And in saying that, I can honestly conclude my misunderstanding of the previous statement. Perhaps many may think they do, but thats just looking at the logical meaning. To completely grasp the concept, you have to break down the common, simplified equation. We learn this in math. We are given the solution and we are asked to perform the steps in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everything is everywhere, then the question is; where is everything? If seeing is believing then perhaps I don't see enough. However there are millions of things I believe that exist that I have never seen. Is it too hard to imagine that there is more than we can possibly know. Life experiences have led me to believe that even movies and television(the simulated life) can in fact be real. My approach will remain liberal. However I will keep a conservatively skeptical attitude before any actions are taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self motivation is needed to achieve anything. How many people have it? That answer's simple. Millions. How many don't. Millions. Thats the delicate, but hindering, yet necessary balance of nature. It's actually an easy concept; the difficulties lie in the fact that if not enstilled through the childhood by the parents, then it must gradually be self taught. Thus laziness may occur, or perhaps the child has a perplexing life. Too many inquisitions could lead to unfinished projects(trust me I know) I figure I know all the right questions to ask, but I ask too many build up questions. But to me, just being given the answer seems to easy for me. I need to be challenged. Perhaps if I ask harder questions; needless to say I am at times highly critical and seem blunt and aggresive with my approach. Honesty is what I was taught, so I rely on that in making my judgements. If I don't have the facts I will not speak on it. So because I have too much to say, perhaps I appear more intelligent than I should, yet they still don't acknowledge me as a creative source. They view me as the angry black man who is destructive to the situation. They say "he's talkin' like he know whats going on." So now I am forced to believe and react the way they condition me to. Perhaps not out of fear, but given negative reinforcement to exhibit certain behaviors in their presence. I speak from experience, but I encourage you to put your own life into the general situation of thinking for oneself. This government preaches Rights but interaction with everyday people can sometimes seem like really its not you who is important its the "greater cause" that matters. But who knows what that is. A government that says it is the open voice of the people yet truthfully only represented by one man. Look at the entire picture; No one really cares when a person dies, except those connected. However people mourn the loss of other people.(read 2x if need be...I did) How many people have died that you don't know and have never even thought about. Sure it seems highly unlikely that you can be introduced to an abundance of people in the minuscule time of life. But, looking at the big picture again, the world and its countries are ultimately divided. When the evolution of man takes us beyond the limitations of earth and the milky way, who will be chosen to lead earth or be the delegate of a world of divided nations. We live together except we live such seperate lives. It all seems to be a misunderstanding. We as individuals need to succeed, and we as people need to move forward, yet out individual self interest cause life to tango back and forth between positive and negative transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for a break down? Just know that Everything is real. The unseen is the most commonly misunderstood concept of life. Thus not wanted to be focused on because knowlegde seems hard to attain. Attaining knowledge from nothing strengthens the minds capability of searching for an answer. The different concepts of life can help generalize situations. Once generalizations are made you attack specific sources and the process starts over once you realize mistakes. Then you execute what you have learned, thus becoming wiser and even more adept to problem solving and reasonable assessment of experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-112431243238034644?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/112431243238034644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=112431243238034644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112431243238034644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112431243238034644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/08/infinite.html' title='Infinite'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-112353599680782854</id><published>2005-08-08T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:19:56.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As of right now my love life is in horrible dismay.  Either something is wrong with me or these young ladies now a days are just unguided and selfish...I am so expressive that I am particular in what words I choose to generate the appropriate statement and induce a reasonable answer.  I thought being open and honest was what all relationships were based upon...I cant believe that so many superficial and artificial things are weighed so heavily upon in relationships.  Whatever happened to spending nights on the phone having deep and possibly intimate conversation...now it seems that you and your partner can't predict eachothers actions because you are lying to each other and not allowing the other to know who you really are...but he's got money, a tight whip and some rims...I guess that justifies it...perhaps this is just in my generation of young african americans...I see this shit and it makes me fuckin sick(excuse my french)&lt;br /&gt;Then you get these girls and their minds have been twisted and clogged with bullshit that these dumb ass jerks keep feeding them...so when the nice young man enters the picture, he may be liked but she says "oh we cant date...im not ready for that...i dont know what i want(i hate that one)...yet they entertain the young man and now he feels he is being led on...I've met so many girls that are now close minded because of what one jerk did to them...clinging on to him even when he still shits on you(not in the literal sense) Im am completely frustrated at this aspect of my life...Here I am constantly self checking, trying to smooth out any difficulties that I may be creating...I dont place all the blame on anyone because I am not perfect...I dont even get mad anymore...it doesnt accomplish anything...So I will be as everyone else appears selfish, egotistic, narrow minded, self centered and seeking their own self interest...So here I am single, alone, desolate, individual, companionless, sounds like fun huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I yearn to like and then to love...perhaps I spend to much time trying to make others happy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-112353599680782854?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/112353599680782854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=112353599680782854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112353599680782854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112353599680782854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/08/reverse-psychology.html' title='Reverse Psychology'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-112233419151832990</id><published>2005-07-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:29:51.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>Wants, needs, desire, dreams, aspiratations...all can be achieved by simply making the healthy choices that lead to the sought outcome.  The idea is not to want, need, or desire...you must just do.  Because when you want that is all you can ascertain is the feeling of want.  One must choose the outcome because once you have made the choice then you force that of which you chose to bring itself to you.  Do not seek because anything that feels as if it is being chased does not want to be caught.  Positive energy and determination attracts that which is desired.  What is needed comes naturally because it is a must have.  This concept can be applied to any life endeavor, whether it be with work, school, or relationships.  Even material possessions fall under this category.  If things are positive to you and your life then do not regret them or even think twice about the choice you made to get them.  Life wants you to be happy so why deny yourself that which makes you feel good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I had wondered why is it that the things that I want did not seem to come easy or would fall just out of reach.  However, I did not give up on them, yet I still was only wanting them.  I had not made the choice in my life.  So to all do not chase life let life chase you.  Because life has already made its decision.  If life chases you then it is ultimately up to you to accept what life has to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-112233419151832990?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/112233419151832990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=112233419151832990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112233419151832990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112233419151832990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/07/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-112214759224373647</id><published>2005-07-23T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:59:02.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>As of July 17th I reached the age of 21...I must say that i dont feel any different but I do notice the mental changes and maturity that I am going thru and those that have arisen. Sure its great to not have the restricted access to certain places. Im able to go out and finally mingle with some(not all) mature young adults. I am one that enjoys thought provoking conversations. I need to meet people that are interested in learning about my experiences as well as wanting to share their own. Im not one to have small talk...as a matter of fact i really dont like it... I want to know whats within...what has caused you(whomever you maybe) to be you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as growing up...I do recognize that I need to be more focused, however I still feel as though I do not know my place in this world...I know what I want in life and I also know what direction I would like my life to go. But I feel as though it is going to take awhile before I fully understand what I am capable of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one who looks at many things and thinks critically about them...why? because to be is to be unexplained. But that does not mean that we should not search for that explanation. We are here to gain wisdom not knowledge..."Knowledge is forgotten, while Wisdom is applied...And that is my goal to apply the concepts I learn everyday. The enhancement of the self is what I see now as an essential tool in reaching enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 and beyond...21 years from now seems so far away...yet the 21 years I have been here seem like its only been seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without time...no seconds, no minutes, no hours, no days, no weeks, no years, etc....its really all one moment. So thats how I live life as one moment, this moment and I Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-112214759224373647?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/112214759224373647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=112214759224373647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112214759224373647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112214759224373647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/07/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-112094419968181180</id><published>2005-07-09T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:27:47.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whether it be leather in rainy weather(parental discretion advised)</title><content type='html'>i can flo to any instrumental/whether it be freestyle or with the pencil/ ill leave you swooning gettin sentimental/ sorry but no flames will be rekindled/ not like busta rhymes but they say im animated/ i see through artificial niggaz like they laminated/ when the CD drops you might as well comp me/ and duplicate me like a carbon copy/ stop treatin me like a menace/like it or not im here til the finish/ first place trophy got you boys sick and in critical/ my style comes big in portions thats biblical/ your view is cynical/ while i sit up top as the pinnacle/ the doctor is in so whats ya condition/ seems like my lyrics put his ass in submission/ plenty of danger if i start to feel anger/ from u-city to spanish lakes/ no mistakes cuz we the real deal while you boyz still squeal and keep it unreal like fakes/ it seems like so many people wanna meet and greet me/ when their intentions are trying to figure out ways to defeat me/the unsigned hype/ or the young minded type/ the weeds got me ready to take flight/ lookin down on you niggaz higher than mount everest's height/ dont leave ya valuables unattended/ i wouldnt recommend it/ and dont turn ya back or get ya life up ended/ even without you im living life splendid/ running to fast for you boys got you all winded/ when i come around you freeze up like icicles/ and i call my menage a trois tricycles/ unlike the rest with my inquisitive nature/ except they fear me like darth vader/ true to the force but not a traitor/ i treat you playa fakaz like candy, play you now and later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-112094419968181180?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/112094419968181180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=112094419968181180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112094419968181180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/112094419968181180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/07/whether-it-be-leather-in-rainy.html' title='Whether it be leather in rainy weather(parental discretion advised)'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111930969564399071</id><published>2005-06-20T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T14:45:14.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adore como un sueño(love like a dream)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When the thought of losing a loved person arises some people tend to cry, yet when that person has been lost some people fight back the tears because they do not want their feelings to be codependant on another. However what hurts the most is the actual dismissal of the feelings towards that person. If a bond has been established, then in order to terminate is to act as if there was never an introducing. The experiences shared together, along the line you are going to remember quite a few of them. Whether or not you choose to ignore them is completely up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People search for Love in all the wrong places...not purposefully, but because they really don't know where to start there investigation. Perhaps Love does not want to be chased. Maybe Love wants to come looking for us. And since we are all looking we simply find ourselves over looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many levels of Love. There are so many definitions of Love. So which Love are we talking about. Im speaking of the one that hurts the most. The one that feels the best. The one that is totally unescapable once it has you. People throw the word around like its a tennis ball(everyine can catch it) Love is like a piece of paper blowing in the wind; you see it yet you do not know where it is going to go. Love pulls a persons heart in many directions, and at times purposefully for negative intent. Why is that. Because Love is mocked and imitated. It comes in disguises and use it as a manipulative force. If you find love being the last reason for a relationship to continue then that should prove that it should reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be broken down into 2 sub-catergories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediate Love is having someone loved at close range. Meaning there is a working relationship going on and the two of you honestly believe that you are in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is easier to maintain, except if mistakes are made they are seen, broken down, and the guilty are usually punished. Understanding is just as important here as it is in Distant Love. Relationships can easily be thrown away because it is forgotten that mistakes must be made and conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distant Love is having a loved one out of range. Meaning you are apart except circumstances keep you from dating. However at least one of you knows at heart the true feelings, and either understands the situation or doesn't; meaning someone has expressed their feelings and it is out there, or the continue the relationship yet don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest of these two is obviously the Distant Love. For that reason alone. However it is a mistake(and it seems to be wrong to call it a mistake considering it actually be Love) to emotionally feed the distant lover because there is no short term solution. Emotional security may be provided but actions, and visual feats are missing, thus causing tempers to flare when in doubt of seemingly apparent feelings. Visits are made, but only satisfy temporary needs. Longterm solutions seem bleek and misunderstandings seem inevitable. In order for it to work, the two must post pone and suppress feelings. You must turn habitual phone calls into sporadic ones. Important dates are to be remembered. Goals for yourself are to be focused on and achieved. Because who do you have to impress when you meet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be shown in many ways and facets. It breaks down so many ways to so many people. It should not be taken for granted because if there is one thing I believe in is Karma, and Karma in Love is something not to be played with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the heart is broken, it is weakened.&lt;br /&gt;When a piece is given away, then it shrinks.&lt;br /&gt;When the heart is played with, it loses interest&lt;br /&gt;When it is misused, it becomes lazy&lt;br /&gt;When love is cried wolf, then the sheep lay restless&lt;br /&gt;When love is rejected, ambitions die&lt;br /&gt;When love is lost, the heart dies&lt;br /&gt;When love is achieved, the heart beats as if there was never any pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111930969564399071?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111930969564399071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111930969564399071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111930969564399071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111930969564399071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/06/adore-como-un-sueolove-like-dream.html' title='Adore como un sueño(love like a dream)'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111930574797746153</id><published>2005-06-20T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T16:45:29.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>In order to establish inner peace one must become completely satisfied with oneself. The ability to accept flaws in thyself is the ability to gain understanding of who you really are. Judging others puts yourself in the same company as those who do not know themselves. To judge someone is to deny the very flaw that resides in all of us. Beyond the flaw lies the forever existing beauty that is enstilled in all of us. To envision this; place as many faults about yourself on the table and instead of analyzing them understand that the few that were thought of were just that. Few. It's impossible to give all reasons. Just know that the list is forever extended through living. It's elementary to point out and laugh at others seemingly unescapable flaws yet we still do it. Even if you have conditioned yourself to be more respectful it is alive at the subconcious level. What you see in the mirror is not synonomous to what others envision. Their minds interpret the details within your face completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see is to fathom the unseen without judging the outer experience. For example. I believe that everyone(in the essence of the word) is good. I also believe that looking into a persons eyes can help see the inner good. The way people composition life deals greatly with the experiences that they have manifested. Therefore, I do not look at a persons eyes, I look into them. I have even tried this on myself. When I look in my eyes I see failure, skepticism, suffering, arrogance, need, desire, success, dedication, loving, as well as redemption. I see more but this is just an example. Some are not as generally accepted as others but it is what I see. It is who I am. To deny this is to deny myself. To know this is to know thyself. I cannot remodel who I am because I have already taken shape. That is the reason why I do not try. I do not see acceptance, however, because I do not feel totally satisfied with the life that I currently live. Not for reasons dealing with the decisions I have made in life, but lack of the continuity of expression revolving around the randomness of a life, through the eyes of so many people, that seems fruitless. The desire to get better is what drives evolution. The desire to live should be the ambition for self improvement. Or vice versa, the ambition for self improvement should drive the desire to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at times seems confusing, but in order to understand, one must completely ignore the rules and boundaries of a world that creates them to prohibit what people would call complete freedom, and also understand that these parameters are in place not to impede freedom, but to promote growth, because without these rules we would inevitably kill ourselves. Once this is ascertained then maybe one will see that happiness is not what we are looking for. We as a people are forced to believe that in order to acheive maximum success we must be better than everyone else. When in fact the intent of the statement is misconstreud. What is meant is that we should not settle for average. However it is satisfaction we search for. What we really want is an A+ life. But what we need is to be content with a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is read from this passage or on a larger scale this entire Blog, is not meant to influence my thoughts and reasoning onto you, rather to fabricate thoughts of your own into whatever your views are. I share mine to show others that though we may think separately we do not think alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111930574797746153?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111930574797746153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111930574797746153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111930574797746153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111930574797746153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111912974092517363</id><published>2005-06-18T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T14:38:14.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Displaced anger or Bitter feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People who tend to suffer from melancholy experiences often need to learn that the most essential rule of thumb is to just learn from it then let it go...Where I really would like to touch on this subject deals with past intimate relationships. Because I feel like everyone can relate right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I knew a girl, a libra, who was very charming, tactful and had calm, cool diplomacy skills. Not to mention how absolutely beautiful she was. She was so bright...I couldn't understand why she let school stress her out as much as it did...She had the work ethic and motivation to get tasks done apropos. Not only was I attracted to her but I felt that there could be a resilient relationship between the two of us. I engaged her as 4 other males were trying valiantly to figure out her diverse background. I joined in just to make myself noticeable. But I soon found myself wanting a more personal approach. I started stopping by and asking how her day had developed and if things were bothering her and trying to inquire small details about how she did things and what she liked. At first, the situation seemed to be traveling in an appropriate direction. However I still felt like she was not comfortable enough with me to want to get that close. I did not rush, I continued to just be a friend, or someone that honestly wanted to show genuine interest in another. I came with gifts on her birthday, I missed Christmas because we were away from eachother and school, I got her on Valentines day, and I even brought gifts just because. We didn't become intimate until mid March and we met September...That was fine with me. But her biggest dilemma was that she did not look at me on the same level as her. She tried to compare our lives thus elevating herself and looking down on me as if I couldn't live up to her standards. This bothered me so much because though we looked at life differently and were both very passionate about our views, that similarity ultimately divided us. Our differences on a broader scale tore us apart. There was no need to get specific. I figured we were supposed to be on the same team. She thought with her head always. She used mental exploration to gather insight and details about life. My experiences were more tactile, more kinesthetic(body language). Conflict arose because at times I could be emotionally unstable and have mood swings, but that was my nature. I am emotionally driven. And she was very provocative. She likes things balanced but always seemed to shift the negative energy my way. I have absolutely no problem empathizing or sympathizing with people. I will offer support and even lend a shoulder to cry on if need be. However I cannot change who I am when I myself have wounds that need tending to...Though I may tend to keep things to myself I am most gracious when I am able to receive that same empathy and sympathy I so genuinely gave in return. I am able to express my emotions very well whether it be on paper or by word of mouth. The relationship reached a point of unbalance. I felt that we were becoming selfish towards each other. I say "we both" because I do not feel inclined or absolute about blaming this whole misunderstanding on that one person. Nevertheless I do feel that I was a bit more open in resolving the situation than she. Once mistakes were made and poor evaluations were realized she turned herself off emotionally when I was still functioning. I was trying to alleviate the problem while she was trying to neglect it, and because we had established an emotional and intimate atmosphere, her neglect of the problem not only bothered me but her as well ultimately because of the attachment to eachother that surfaced over time. And this was why I was so adament about either formulating a solution or letting it go and realizing that we are going to think differently so we should except each others opinion and move on. My intent was not to antagonize, but to pacify and compromise. Now look at us. From what I know and have heard, I'd feel accurate in saying that she does not care about where we stand now and how I am doing. I'm not saying that she wishes me ill, but I don't think(key word think...because I don't know for sure) she has given this as much thought as I have.Finally, that above all is what saddens me about our whole time. With all that happened, and how close we really became, to just throw away a valuable connection for such foolish and immature reasons hurts my feelings. And I think this because I haven't heard from her and I've even tried to approach her as just a friend. You know live and let go. Learn and reconstruct my whole opinion with better details, fluidity, validity, and most importantly have an open heart and mind about new points of interest that promote flucuations in emotion and stimulate thought. I learned my lesson, I just don't feel like she has learned hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So the point of this story extends all the way back to the first paragraph. Learn from melancholy experiences and let them go. I'm not saying it will be easy or it will take no time to erase the ill effects. All I am saying is that if you let things like that get you down it affects who you are and how you act and react around others. Thus creating a false image of who you really are. When you become bitter an invisible wall is formed almost immediately, and when this occurs potentially influential and positive people are able to pick up this negative vibe and disassociate themselves from you. Thus making it appear to you that all you meet are people with bad intentions. The negative vibe you create attracts negative people. They are able to sense it, and sense they have bad intentions they always seem to have the right things to say which often leads to manipulation. This may happen often, or maybe it happened once and hit home so hard that it changed your entire view of that particular subject. So when you meet someone that is genuine you reject them because you are walking around with a barrier that doesn't let you free to roam and socialize. You become reserved and alone...Nobody truly wants that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its like a battery. There is a positive end and a negative end...what exactly is all the stuff in the middle? Whatever it is it must be important because without it the battery wouldn't be. The middle stuff is the connection between the positive and the negative. That is why they are able to coexist. Because on a level unexplainable they realized that in order for things to work and balance out they would have to work together. Now apply that to people. If all the negative people stayed in one area and all the positve stayed in another friction is created because we concoct ideas about the other that seem unreasonable to each groups normal standards. If we blend together a connection is established and understanding is easily reached. Thus establishing a harmonious and working semblance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope whoever reads this takes it to face value. Its such a common occurence that it tends to be over looked at times. I shared a deep moment in my life to show an example of a flaw I see in others, as well as myself. When you look at the big picture you will see that we are all in it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;KO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111912974092517363?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111912974092517363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111912974092517363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111912974092517363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111912974092517363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/06/displaced-anger-or-bitter-feelings.html' title='Displaced anger or Bitter feelings'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111896441732789622</id><published>2005-06-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:00:47.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to know or unknown</title><content type='html'>Many people dont believe in fate because they do not like the idea of having no control over their lives. I say "what makes a person think that they can control something so unpredictable." If you had complete control over your life then you would know what is going to happen next. And sense know one really knows whats going to happen next i find that sense of control a flawed thought because we live in a completely unpredictable world...But who am I to tell people how to think...Im only here to influence and/or generate thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone what their reasons for existence are...you can tell alot from that person just from the answer...Honestly you can tell a lot about a person if you ask them anything...one answer can lead to so many others without even asking..that is one thing many people dont even know...There are so many questions in this world and yet no one really seems to be asking the right ones...but back to the original topic...Fate as it seems frightens people...though many want to believe in God they fret at the thought of some other force controlling their lives...I mean if God truly did create us from his own image dont you think he knows what each and every one of us is capable of...Personally, I dont believe in God...I believe in a higher power which would be similar to a god...i feel like God was created by man as a means of control...stories about him have been passed down for years...and when that happens then the truth slowly evaporates...people add their own insight into what was originally stated...that is evident in any news that passes from person to person today...that doesnt mean the Bible is wrong or that there is no God...all im saying is that we have the freedom to question whatever we want...Why is this religion thing forced upon so many...it just seems at times that religious leaders are trying to condition people in thinking a certain way...when that happens I feel that people lose their sense of individuality...and we need that because we are all unique in our own way...thoughts seperate us more than our actions because many people do the same things...but many do not think the same way...thats why everyone has different friends because those are the ones that think in a synonymical way that complements what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wire all im saying is be unique...look past the differences and enjoy the different flavors...you may not like them all but know that some are here for others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111896441732789622?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111896441732789622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111896441732789622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111896441732789622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111896441732789622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-know-or-unknown.html' title='to know or unknown'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111628684042783616</id><published>2005-05-16T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T16:40:47.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over use or under valued</title><content type='html'>NICE QUOTES…JUST A LIL FOOD FOR THOUGHT…All QUOTES ARE FROM THE COMIC STRIP CALVIN AND HOBBES…THANK YOU MR. WATTERSON FOR SUCH A WONDERFUL COMIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It seems that people are forced to learn…whatever happened focusing on what interests you…math isn’t for everyone you know…and you thought college was the answer until you met those GEC courses…which basically is high school all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Reality continues to ruin my life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is I’d rather live in my dreams! Wouldn’t you? Reality is filled with the very essence of life…balancing emotions…Plus in my dreams I am God…I control everything that goes on…But given that power…do you honestly think you could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know how to use or natural resources in a manner relative to time…we are just depleting what we need…Over use or under value…And maybe that is why our planet is useless to others….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't need to compromise my principles, because they don't have the slightest bearing on what happens to me anyway."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The secret to happiness is short-term, stupid self-interest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have to agree…happiness only last a short time before sadness takes over…or perhaps someone angers you and ruins your day…So would you feel terrible if you died after an intensely happy moment???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can't, and the incapacity to tell the difference."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why mistakes are made…or are people really that damn stubborn…or is ignorance really bliss??? People tend to not like change(some welcome it) We always tend to want what we cant have…And this society does a great job of making one feel bad for getting what they want…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to hate writing assignments, but now I enjoy them. I realized that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I prefer to say that writing is manipulative reasoning…But wasn’t that quote well stated….People always tend to think the answers lie in between the lines…Which can be true, it just requires more insight….But truthfully the hardest questions are the ones where the answers are completely obvious and are merely overlooked…sure you may not know what a person is thinking because you can’t read their mind…but their expressions and body language tell all….I’d rather look from the outside in than the inside out…because when looking outside in u can see everything and how everything works…which helps you know why it is what it is….when u look inside out….you’ve got to figure out how to put everything together without ever seeing what its supposed to look like…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That's why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events are reinterpreted because people have come up with new ideas as well as new prejudices…we need reasons for sadness just like we need reasons for happiness….If we never knew pain then what would death really be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's not the pace of life I mind. It's the sudden stop at the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Seems like this death guy is just so cruel…or maybe he is saving us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In my opinion, television validates existence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I second that notion…for this reason…People enjoy connecting with the people in TV land because it always seems to work out…Thus creating the reason to continue living…except people only realize this at a subconscious level…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success... ...Flat stretches of boring routine... ...And valleys of frustration and failure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Living life on a rocky road…life is unpredictable like the weather…as soon as it seems like every day is going just like the weather man said…BOOM!!!!! Thunderstorms…Great Quote I must say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Calvin and Hobbes is copyright © Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate. Calvin and Hobbes are registered trademarks of Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111628684042783616?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111628684042783616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111628684042783616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111628684042783616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111628684042783616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/05/over-use-or-under-valued.html' title='Over use or under valued'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111568871341519354</id><published>2005-05-09T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:23:31.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Live(Parental discretion Advised)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sippin margaritas/ with a sweet senorita/while eatin on a pita/ tryin to be luvable and huggable/ game'em up like bill cosby or mr. huxtable/ untouchable/im notable and quotable/ but i keep'em honest/watered down while they the dryest/ and im the flyest/ and they diggin me like the readers digest/ 90 outside kinda burnin/ still in school so im still learnin/ workin 2 jobs money im earnin/ gotta keep the butta churnin/ still spittin and preachin like Erick Sermon/ I stay swervin while the road keeps curvin/ but I stay concentrated on stoppin you niggaz like u constipated/ i gotta raise my level/ and stop dancin with the devil/ get money but never embezzle/ have you buried in the sand without the shovel/ you snitch boys need a muzzle/ now you in double trouble/ and the ladies love me cuz i make the bed rock like barney rubble/ 5 oclock shadow with a little stubble/dont mean to burst ya bubble/ but you need to keep ya voice down and keep it subtle/im quarterbackin the game so im the leader in the huddle/ you niggaz wanna muddle in the puddle/ while i take care a business when the ladies wanna cuddle/ you niggaz need more intuition/ not playin ya part so you playin outta position/wanna hate watchin my ice glisten/ just listen and u will catch what u missin/but you boyz is committin treason/ and that gives me the reason to come in ya crib seizin ya assets/ but dont panic and fret or even start to sweat/ Cuz this is just the beginning of the threat/ and you niggaz is played out like tape cassettes/ im cool like a cooler/ get on my bad side you know no one crueler/call me the doctor better yet call me the medicine man/ you fell of track when u got ahead of ya plan/im aquafina and you just tap/ im the dice game without the crap/im michael strahan without the gap/ im livin and pimpin daily/ coachin niggaz and hoez like Chan Gailey/ been in the game an all star like champ bailey/ watchin out for snake niggaz thats scaley/ plus im breakin world records like donovan bailey/ bring in the heat like hailey/ a comet that make you niggaz sick and vomit/but when its all said and clinched/finished the game off like it just got lynched/ I f*cked stifler's mom and im not finch/ plus i keep my pockets money green like the grinch/ i like my ladies mixed with just a pinch/ icey so u niggaz freeze and cant move an inch/ 48 minutes a night not one on the bench/ im the starter so life is easy and thats a sinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111568871341519354?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111568871341519354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111568871341519354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111568871341519354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111568871341519354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-i-liveparental-discretion-advised.html' title='Can I Live(Parental discretion Advised)'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111568862834559580</id><published>2005-05-09T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:44:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next(parental discretion advised)</title><content type='html'>my nextel connects well/i got the devils cell so know I can raise hell/ cast a spell but not voodoo/i prefer Sean John not FUBU/the train couldnt stop the main/ but the main stood up and stopped the train/ i shoot thru ya veins and cause strain in ya brain/ pimp walkin wit a cane/ slangin cain/ thinkin im psycho but im vainly sane/hungry for money but for the fame im thirsty/ everytime pulled over the cops try and search me/thinkin they gonna hurt me/so high off life looks like im chinese/twins diggin me and they siamese/in the hotel room high on trees/im a hustla so buy these/cocky boy wit an arrogant attitude/im a hitman so i know ya location like latitude/a badboy so im at it dude/im a handy man so im packin tools/ they think im childish cuz i pack toys/them boys wanted to play while i kept my poise/i let my gun do the talkin and it makes plenty noise/ smooth like incense/ when i invent lines that make others senseless/you boys is winless/ while im on a winning streak feeling relentless/ i make u niggaz sleep like herbal tea/ begging for ya life with a verbal plea/now you feel hopeless like its world war three/im mtv so i got direct effects/with the boost mobile u can hit me direct connect/ but i cut you off like fore skin/ leave u burnt at the hospital askin for more skin/ the preacher at the funeral like he and his poor friend/im chillin now on tour again/ watching the money poor in/i live the fast life so my foots on the throttle/my babys on the bottle/ and she's model/ giving me more knob nods and wobble in the bed like a bobble head/ u niggaz is returned with no postage/ i create more buzz than high voltage/im striking them like lightening/ but i can ease the pain like vicatin/ im tough actin like tinactin/ directing you boys while u straight actin/ in charge like tha producer/i work the ladies with my charm to seduce her/an x pill to induce her/ make her a lil bit looser/ then a love line followed by a punchline to confuse 'em/hoes are like multiple choice and i just choose 'em/ u niggaz recycle hoes while i refuse to reuse 'em/i treat them like library books and just lose 'em/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111568862834559580?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111568862834559580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111568862834559580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111568862834559580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111568862834559580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/05/nextparental-discretion-advised.html' title='Next(parental discretion advised)'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111518051767103588</id><published>2005-05-03T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:21:57.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, Future</title><content type='html'>They say its pointless to dwell in the past.  I say it impedes progress.  Its like walking backwards(sure u may know where u are going but you cant see whats in front of you...only what u have passed by)  And if you look at it like that then it seems like you will miss so much of life because you didnt even see it coming.  Life is like staring out at the ocean, you can only see the horizon but you know there is more out there.  People struggle with life in their own way.  People tend to judge people on what they see on the outside, when in fact we can only truly know someone if we know whats inside of them.  People need better people skills.  Everyone wants sympathy yet who is really eager to give it.  People see the rich and famous live glorious lives, we embrace them as positive role models and treat them as if they have iconic status.  We watch their everymove and treat them like gods.  Then we see them make human mistakes(like commit a crime) and look down on them like they are above human error and should never act this way.  Who are we(the people) to judge anyone when the problem with the world is the overall lack of communication, control and compromise.  People tend to be selfish and only guided by the words of others, yet will take credit as if it were there own idea.  People hardly understand eachother when they speak now.  They way people act now is just that...acting. The mask is worn and who knows who.  For the rich and famous the mask is to look just like those that look up to you.  for the middle class the mask is to look like u have more importance than the next person.  The future is now and the present is a mess...Seek common goals and strive for excellence...If you stick together then more will be accomplished as well as more people happy....Who wants to enjoy success all by themselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111518051767103588?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111518051767103588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111518051767103588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111518051767103588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111518051767103588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/05/past-present-future.html' title='Past, Present, Future'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111517941593085232</id><published>2005-05-03T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:44:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflex(parental discretion advised)</title><content type='html'>you boyz is watching my channel and its nothin but static/feenin for me like drug addicts/ keep you in a daze from my haze making u n*ggaz asthmatics/ i stay charismatic/while i keep sendin shocks that make u spazmatics/ i play the numbers like mathmatics/ while you boys get lost in translation like its a bad habit/ sufferin from suffocation/its 3 games to none and u niggaz is facin elimination/ ya heart is pacin and racin/while u boys lose patience/ i strive off dedication/&lt;br /&gt;i live for the future while u boyz dwell in the past/im tryin to make it better while you tryin to make it last/the ladies think im chinese cause they want my wang/peep my slang/ i get more brain than ninja turtles krang/&lt;br /&gt;i see ya hesitation/because i paint pictures like animation/now u speechless from my intimidation/ floetry flowin thru ya brain like waste contamination/now u need sanitation/i stay hot like fire and trigger a sensation of inflammation/burnin at ya heels/while u tryin to make million dollar deals/companies caught u slippin like banana peels/ my words are like bullets so they plenty lethal/especially when they penetrate the cerebral/ spoken movies have yo ass waitin for the sequel/ well here's the prequel for the feeble minded people/ im packin a desert eagle that aint even legal/i need a thesis that releases tickly metaphors that cause sneezes that'll blow ya mind to pieces/and believe us when we say u need us/like school kids that need a school bus/why such a fuss/have a bottle of robituss if u must/dont worship money even if in God you Trust/ill leave ya ass burnt up and throw away the crust/forever my punchlines stay clever/ and u niggaz is worth less like a thin sweater/ im icy and spicy with the red cheddar/while u boyz stay in a pussy drought like bed wetters/i get vicious when i get suspicious/ i grant all of ya death wishes/ and clean ya bitches like i do the dishes/ the switches on the tank will blow ya clean out ya britches/im the internet without the glitches/ while u boyz in the ER waitin on stitches/im all work and no entertainment/im a wild animal needin containment/if u lookin for a date with death ill make the arrangement/and if u are a witness/runnin from my bullets will keep you in fitness/im the virus so i have u achin from sickness/ im readin u like the newspaper so when the drama is over i aint gotta watch the news later/i spit raps like taco bell/and ya time with me is going not so well/not so swell/ you runnin outta water and u got no well/ and since im here its hot like hell/Leave the small stuff alone for the day, and just look at the big picture/ you have no control over life like when the bulb blows in the light fixture/ i reject you like a water and oil mixture/ i spit more wisdom than a bible scripture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111517941593085232?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111517941593085232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111517941593085232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111517941593085232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111517941593085232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/05/reflexparental-discretion-advised.html' title='reflex(parental discretion advised)'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111164247120714691</id><published>2005-03-23T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:44:44.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>young, willing, and able(parental discretion advised)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im hated because i made it/ lost in a game and i never played it/ things come to me easy like ABC's/ and if i dont have it i take it like the KGB/ CIA or FBI/ i see why/ yet i still try/ sweatin perfection/ tryin to reach it without havin a c. section/ im unguided using misdirection/ looking in the mirror not even recognizing my own reflection/ curse words i yell out being flagrant/ except i connect with more people than the matrix agents/ young, willing, and able/ all my bad influences came from the news, law and order, and anything else on cable/ clothes gotta have the name brand label/ the truth is faked like a fable/ and im hungry for it like homeless fat kids at the dinner table/ because im blinded i feel disabled/ and being a black man i am immediately labeled/ sad but true/ i was next in line not you/ missed oppurtunity because unlike you/ i didnt know sarah sue/ plans are foiled/ im scared for my life and my pants got soiled/ im slick like crisco/ while u outta style like disco/ plus i can give it to you in 49 ways like san francisco/ i get more play than seinfeld reruns/ while u peeping toms are just waiting to see some/ i got more flame than the olympic torch/ but i leavin u freezin outside like the front porch/ dont touch me cuz im too hot to be handled/ leave u bent outta shape like a circle thats been dismantled/ everybody wants a taste at least a sample/ if u need time then 5 minutes is ample/ you thought you were the bigger man til you got slammed on/ now u laid out face flushed more than a already been used tampon/ with the ladies im hands on/ and if they gold diggers then the scams on/ we first meet you get taken out/ im in ya brain fakin out/ next thing u know we in the hotel bed room makin out/ b4 mornin i gotta shake and bake b4 this chick wakes/ i leave business with chicks unifinished like wedding cakes/ i make more highlights than michael vick/ they lookin for the remedy to stop me but i just keep leavin them sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111164247120714691?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111164247120714691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111164247120714691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111164247120714691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111164247120714691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/03/young-willing-and-ableparental.html' title='young, willing, and able(parental discretion advised)'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-111162430307558243</id><published>2005-03-23T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:45:01.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i spike my ryhmes ill get you drunk off punchlines/ have u impatiently waitin on me like in high school lunchlines(parental discretion advised)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my car jets like airplanes/ drivin so fast everytime i switch lanes my car it gets an air stain/ now im pissed off my heart is in pain/my heart in anguish/ fuck it tomorrow ill go get the new aston martin vanquish/ ill drive to a banquet/ got out wit twin model chicks rapped in a purple blanket/ my game was pimp tight so i thanked it/ lata that night in the telly the 2 twin booties i spanked it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i serve u like a waita and then I leave the check/ f*** you pay me dont eva eva disrespect/and if u do ya lights outs i had to disconnect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill split ya wig and force you to wear a tupay/not to day but tuesday/ have my money or never see a new day/ for those that who play and do gay/ u n*ggaz is sweet like smoothies and thats fruity/ dont let the tootie fruities get close to ya booties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont touch my grip/plus im so iced out ill make ya slip and break ya hip/ now im in ya pockets in my whip i dip eatin off yo chips/ fine chicks kissin on my lips/ but i say no like kelly screwin regis on the today show/ plus im crisp like stay flow/ so if u piss me off then u gotta straight go/ my money is like waffles so laygo my aygo/ sounds crazy but thats how everyday goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u spilled the beans like jack and made beanstalk/ started small then it turned to mean talk/ chewin with ya mouth open got u out lined in green chalk/ they whisper in fear as i walk away with a mean walk/ u still runnin ya mouth mad cuz u think its the team fault&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the winning teams skipped you on draft day/ cuz i finished in half the time and u only half way/ ya days are numbered except this is the last day/ you cheated life tried to do it the fast way/ i treat you like garbage get rid of you on trash day/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sick like diabetes/ i carry the tune so the whole choir needs me/ plus i play fire D like Doug Christie/ i light it up and leave it extra crispy/ but stay cool float by and make u miss me like a frisbee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-111162430307558243?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/111162430307558243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=111162430307558243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111162430307558243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/111162430307558243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-spike-my-ryhmes-ill-get-you-drunk.html' title='i spike my ryhmes ill get you drunk off punchlines/ have u impatiently waitin on me like in high school lunchlines(parental discretion advised)'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-110956108695550896</id><published>2005-02-27T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:45:10.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazin like a Blunt(parental discretion advised)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Life is like a box of chocolates/except if u single its hard to get/mouth wired shut so its hard to spit/constapated so its hard to sh*t/&lt;br /&gt;i come harder than viagra/ get hit and fall like niagra/ splish splash/bleedin like sam gash/ reached in my pocket and pulled out no cash/ prostitute at my car window like u get no ass/&lt;br /&gt;i burn rubber in escalades like slutty chicks with aids/ now u need clinic aid/waitin to respawn because u been slayed/that stripper i been paid/girls call me peter north cuz they been sprayed/ u had sex wit a man so u ben gayed/ you eat frito lays to say you got laid/&lt;br /&gt;im smooth like a baby's ass wrapped in somethin silky/i talk sh*t like toilet papa so they say im filthy/ i give the ladies choices cuz i got more ways than milky/i murder tracks so my conscience is guilty/&lt;br /&gt;ill cheese you like chedda bob/ if i get head they betta slob/outta work cuz i need a betta job/cant find one so i betta rob/ and steal im hungry for the money like its my last meal&lt;br /&gt;you bark like a tree and bite like a b*tch/ return u to the sender cuz u gotta glitch/ im waitin on payday cuz im not rich/&lt;br /&gt;got chicks in my car so i call it a chicken coupe/ and they swallow me more than chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;ridin down 65 in a vipa/ on ex so im kinda hypa/rowdier than the pied pipa/they say im scared cuz i wont fight ya/b4 u know it im outta sight like a snipa/ and they missin u cuz i sniped ya&lt;br /&gt;its fight night and its round 2/all moneys on me to pound you/ somehow u got murdered and they never found you/even the kids think its funny cuz i clowned you&lt;br /&gt;cake n*ggaz is sweet like icing/ i feast on you n*ggaz because u're so enticing/ i charge the ladies extra cuz im supersizing/ im 5'8 pull down my pants and its kinda surpising/ that my johnson stands taller than the sun rising/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-110956108695550896?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/110956108695550896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=110956108695550896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/110956108695550896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/110956108695550896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/02/blazin-like-bluntparental-discretion.html' title='Blazin like a Blunt(parental discretion advised)'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-110853308272854414</id><published>2005-02-15T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:45:41.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. Time. It is just one of many things that can be lost and never recovered. Is this a good thing or a bad thing. It depends what the time was spent on and what time it was. If u are having a good time then you feel content with the passing. If u feel anxiety, regret, or hurt then perhaps u wish u could get that time back. Love. Intertwine time and love and see where it gets you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have u ever found true love. If so then i would love have that location revealed to me. No matter who you are, everyone enjoys a good love storie with the typical happy ending. Why? because there is something missing in each and every persons life of love. Everyone can relate because they have ecperienced what they are seeing or are experiencing what they see. Remember the first kiss, or how about the first crush. Everyone does. Everyone has their own fantasy, dream, wants, wishes, needs, desires, however you want to put it. They are fulfilled through stories, books, movies, magazines articles, newspaper ads, and sitcoms. And it seems to many that love will walk into their lives at some point in time. And this is true but i am speaking of the love u have with that significant other. The dating to marriage love. The question is when. Well the truth is it will come to about 50% of us considering that is the percentage of successful marriages in the US. Sure that's being picky or technical, but who can say they are in love and arent married. Do they honestly feel like the person they are with is who they would love to spend the rest of their life with? Til DEATH do you part. I dont think so...and maybe i am being pessimistic...but if u say u love them then why not marry them. That is what it is there for...if u are in love and arent married then this marriage thing is overrated and artificial because it is not really needed...but it is a beautiful bondage between two people that share love, intimacy, friendship, loyalty, caring, joy, sadness, anxiety, disappointment and anger. Its hard because everyone is different...there are just similarities in people that are attractive or there are differences that are intriguing: thus opposites attract...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe Love isnt the feeling people are looking for...its been used for so long and so much that it feels like the right thing to say when u get butterflies in the company of another, or the nervous fidgeting, or the passionate kissing/sex, the constant picture of that other person in your mind all day and everyday, the eager anticipation of each moment with them, the curiousity of hoping/wondering do they feel the same way, or the sweet satisfaction of knowing. One word comes to mind and that is love....or is it lust....&lt;br /&gt;but what do i know....im just one in billions that feel this thing they call love....its up to you...because love doesnt need a definition or spokesperson...Love speaks for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-110853308272854414?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/110853308272854414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=110853308272854414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/110853308272854414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/110853308272854414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-and-time.html' title='Love and Time'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10867342.post-110853108910614681</id><published>2005-02-15T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:18:09.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Viven sus sueños&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which means "live your dreams"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone has dreams and it is said that dreams are recreations of our own life and events.  Perhaps they are hidden desires, needs, fears, or meaningless.  The question is "what do they mean"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it when you are having a good dream you always seem to wake up...you try and rush back to sleep and maybe you succeed in getting back to it, but that takes a level of concentration that not everyone has.   Is it because your dream is so Eutopian that your mind cant handle the perfection and your mind rejects it.  Or is it because you get so excited that that u wake yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it when you are having a bad dream at times it is hard to wake yourself.  Is it because you need to suffer or at least recognize suffering.  Or is it because your mind makes you face your fears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Either way it goes you will go thru both...good and bad...Life is good and bad...and to live your dreams is to control your life and what direction you go...  In your dreams no matter how outta control the dream seems you are in control of it.  Thats how u handle life...The only problem is if you love life will life love you back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10867342-110853108910614681?l=jtw717.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/feeds/110853108910614681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10867342&amp;postID=110853108910614681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/110853108910614681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10867342/posts/default/110853108910614681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtw717.blogspot.com/2005/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Jayz Ok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10019632452389380680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
