ADSactly Poetry : Lucid Lyrics Designed to Expand Minds (Part 24)

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His heart beat to the sound of the rhythm it was like looking through a prism seeing a reflection in the distance. As we reminisce about good times, times he had with friends and ex girlfriends on weekends and the twists and bends the sticky situations your bound to face when growing up.

As a teen he didn't understand much and as taboo as it may be he thought to himself an older woman had a thing for me and the pressures of a young adolescent teen like a duck that needed to get his beak wet and learn the ways of love making to get respect from the chicks his own age with the tricks he learned.

It may have been taboo but it wasnt necessarily something he shouldn't do. She was willing to show a young boxer the ropes give an education and a bit of confidence a swag in his step and a dash of hope.

And tell me who doesn't want to be loved? And who hasn't had a moment of weakness when they were in lust?

And what could be more intimate than the act of making it with a person you trust.

Add another page to the book of growing up. Went on to greater persuits using what he learned he was a dollap of more cool, a dash of more smooth, he knew what to do, theoretically but a true first love was what he longed for secretly.

Sadly love is complicated the situations we find ourselves in can be truly devastating.

Someone you love but cant be with. It rips the heart and the soul apart of a kid who didn't know much to begin with other than the fact that he loved a girl and it broke his heart to realize there was not a world where the two could be together because their two paths had different fates.

The beating heart the soul and a part of the brain were at odds again. Advised a path with a better outcome but the only way to do that he'd have to sin.

Alone again, depressed not much to look at pretty much a total mess. For a few years his heart was shattered and cold as ice not sure if he could ever love again I urge you to look on him with pity and try to understand. Better not to focus on the pain rather focus on the game sure enough a hustler was what he became and insane the dollar bills were rollin in a constant struggle to refine and outline the rules of success in this line of business. If you didn't watch your back the snakes and sharks would get you wet with blood drippin down your neck. Pistol whipped, guts ripped from your body if you couldn't keep it in check.

To succeed he would have to overcome his basic nature not be consumed by his overwhelming greed. Power-trippin had led to men slippin that were much more notorious than himself. He'd have to keep demons at bay and on the shelf. Just make sure from what ya spent ya'd make a dividend. Managed c-notes properly so they could make friends. Tried to keep his head on straight if he made a mistake the price he'd have to pay was a grave felony and jealousy of those that remained free as far as their eyes could see it was no laughing matter for a guy with hopes and aspirations of university and a golden ladder.

Needed to remind himself it was just a means to an end. Pledged not to keep making the same mistakes he had already made again. Easier said than done when you live your life impulsively chase the henesse with odwalla. And while his mates chased girls he chased dollars a straight baller not giving the time of day to a dame that caught his eye hoping that he'd call her.

Everything was grey except the green the feeling of getting paid one step closer to the day he'd have it made. But when it came to ben and his friends when is it ever enough he found himself on a merry go round doing the same things over and over again. They claim the sweet chedder cheese is the stuff that makes dreams come true but a burden was all he ever knew. With the pigs close on the chase he decided they had him made and his days of getting paid this way were through looked at his stack more than enough laid out to do what he had intended to do. So with a heavy heart of love loss and a big bag of regrets and more pain resulting from his father's death it was time that he left a new term was starting a blank slate to paint like the artist that he knew he was.

Went on in malaise for over a thousand days washed away the pain with growlers and weed trying to heal his heart and soul making music for hours. The music soothed his soul and the pain eased as he aged and grew old. His eyes were dry with not a tear left to cry and outside it was a day he did recognize that the sun shined, that warmed him and gave him hope he made a pledge to change no more blunts and js to smoke. Graduated from university with a degree that gave him a chance to be a part of the corporate greed worked a string of companies to make his cheese suffocating him he couldn't breathe. Stuck in a rut he moved again and began to teach. And to teach you must learn to give more than you take if you really want to make a difference put aside selfish thoughts and enter a selfless state. Now a grown man with a mission not sure if his story helped but he thanks you for listening.