In Response to "Mad As Rabbits", specifically the line "We Must Reinvent Love"

We Must Reinvent Love - a powerful line of poetry from a band that I love. Panic at the Disco are like spectres to this new generation. The text message generation. A generation that considers raves a low key weekend. A generation that never sees the need to pick up a phone to call someone when they could simply push a few buttons and give another what I can only call a cold virtual hug. Parents for so many of these kids are friends. Not a source of moral value but a last resort of who to talk to. A speedbump on their 150 MPH highway. These kids, whether they be twelve or 21 expect everything to be instant. "Myspace", "Youtube", "Facebook" are all instant gratification that eases everything away from being something to appreciate. We are becoming like technology ourselves.

I'm around teenagers quite a bit. I can't count anymore how often I've heard "Flings are the solution, because if you're not with someone you'll never get hurt." No one wants to be in love, because they don't want to be hurt. In my eyes I worry about this becoming a vicious cycle.

I don't have a quote of how high the divorce rate is, but I know it's up there.

People talk about how divorce is so high because of people spending enough time together, people are working too much, we are a tired society. These all seem extremely true but I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about how I think people are underestimating love. Because, as Ryan Ross said, we must reinvent love.

Another great band said "Look at all the lonely people." Simply said, but there is a lot of us out there. These people crave affection so much that they try to create their own. Love isn't perfection but they settle for infatuation, they settle for a safe situation, they settle for the first person the have strong feelings for. This is horrible. They say we all love someone but they love someone else.

I have a lot more to say so look for part II.

This is only the beginning.

A Rant to No One

My vision is become
blurry
What was once clear
Principles and love
Have taken a turn away from me
Fading
into the distance
Like a runaway animal

Where have you gone to, my old friend?
This land you've left me in has turned strange
I worry that you won't say the same of yours
Just pick up the phone every once and a while
I'll pick up the pieces
If I know I'll see something new

What is it with flowers?
They come only in extemes
Extreme
hardship
Extreme
love
Extreme
desparation
Is it just flowers and I?
Or is this the idea
The idea behind giving someone something stolen
Like a hostage in the night
As you both die of thirst?