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Joe Budden - Ordinary Love Shit Part 3 (by meazy757)

life:

Wait, seriously… Halle Berry: How do you do it?! The 45 year old actress only manages to look even more stunning with age.
Turning back the clock is an obsession for many in youth-obsessed Hollywood, but for the lucky stars highlighted in this LIFE.com gallery, the passing years only seem to enhance their red-carpet appeal: Stars Who Look Better With Age.

life:

Wait, seriously… Halle Berry: How do you do it?! The 45 year old actress only manages to look even more stunning with age.

Turning back the clock is an obsession for many in youth-obsessed Hollywood, but for the lucky stars highlighted in this LIFE.com gallery, the passing years only seem to enhance their red-carpet appeal: Stars Who Look Better With Age.

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…

…my EYES are the windows to the souls of my hiSTORIES…

…my EYES are the windows to the souls of my hiSTORIES…