Joe Budden - Ordinary Love Shit Part 3 (by meazy757)
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infinite destruction
destruction of the mind.
what a common occurrence
in this time
melting the brain
with thoughts of suicide.
a convenient escape
leaves the soul confined.
careless choices
when morals subside.
green perpatrating greed
so many souls died.
love.>?
or ourselves
are we hating
this lust for money is degrading.
apologetic wealth
ends no debate
and
this illness
rolls in tides
waves of sheep
drown in lies.
attention not paid to need
the price to high
a last breath spent
couldnt afford to fight
envy
the strength
that green
might provide
and still trade paper
for a false sense of pride.
destroy ourselves
we continue
emotionally
with narcotics
we tend to
fail miserably
set up shop with no venue
admittance
of injuring self
to you
only a pittance
but still wond do
what is the cost
of the dream you seek
mistaken assuming this land was free
never was and never will be
deceit is the fuel for this politically driven creed.
no abstract
hides the facts
of gas on the rise
budgeted incarceration
that improves no lives
and still cant afford
to peacefully compromise
difficult to abide
rules written by fools
who destroy to survive
a sea of guilt
ill at ease
when i plant my seed
trepidation
for yet another generation
poisoned by greed
its a shame
we know
what we do
when the choice is made
to destroy what you grew.
as soon as
you let your hair down
a diversion from reality
is targeted now
the weightless stress
on your shoulders
turns into pounds
this self destruction
doesnt end
it compounds.
and still decide to ignore the sounds
be content with an early life in the ground.
Wake Up!
be here to survive
a life is worth more
than what is desired
IN warrants importance
compared to what is OUTside
to succeed without greed
reduce the speed
and assess true needs
is impossible
until the conscience is freed.
do you remember the time…?
memories
slowly etch their remnance
onto the hippocampus
wondering why i
cant ride a train back
to when they landed
there in my mind
stored in time
failing to place
name with face.
consistently erasing all that has shaped
personalities mixed with nostalgia.
like rum mixed with coke.
bubbling to the top then disappearing
lost in time
translated to
dimensions recollected by few
innocent quarrels
replaced with
hatred for morals
superceded by
monotony.
contemplation of
forced recall
never would allow the mind to fall
through the abysmal records
tasks in print
echoing in braille.
a fragrance
of curiosity
transcends space
places me
infantilized by intrigue.
consoled by the warmth
of the nourishing
images
that are the womb
of satisfaction.
Divinity
Heaven holds my answers,
but God forbid i question him.
My related, knew the basis
for all my precomitted sins.
i pray to them, for protection in need
Glorify the actualities of His almighty deeds
no fault in what the eyes haven’t seen
perception only succeeds in belief.
Exiled by, the strike of a dissimilar cane
remained inundated by misunderstood gain.
i question paths of others when MINE lead to the SAME…
one way roads and dead ends,
found with feverish pains.
My assumptions only yield to neglect
a failure to accept
involves no disrespect.
Theories blossom in green fields of opportunity
and wisdom achieves from exposure to their beauty.
so why must the only innocent surely suffer,
with hardships that set sail on the backs of the mother?
involuntary support
generated by years of beloved devotion
that expands to penetrate like minds through emotion.
Texts filled with neglect
incinerated regret
perpetual investment
prevented unexpected debt.
infinite expressions leave few explanations,
for Omnipotent protection
or spiritual segregation…
because i am the one
etc. etc etc.
…my EYES are the windows to the souls of my hiSTORIES…