Chapter: Miss Vintage

The mistress dressed in vintage, kept him hooked-each time was different.

Her figure blinded his eyes, but fit so well; double 20 vision.

So his mind escaped with time and left the one that he was with quick.

Called her on the side, whispered "Love, can we speak for a minute?"

So he went on "Baby your curves are like lightning, I think I need a medic, your words are so enticing,"

His conscience whispered to his mind "Maybe I should end it?"

but his actions repeated time after time, a habit he perfected.

Lustful dreams invaded his core; confused he reckoned "but what about my amor?"

Clueless and naive to the intuitive scenes she would dream, she brushed them aside concluding "no, he's with me."

He loved her, that was not even a question; but his confusion made him lose it, always feeling tempted.

playing in his mind "I've been thinking bout, I've been thinking bout, I've been thinking bout you lately. Thoughts take me to when we were close; addicted to this (lust) feel I need another dose."

So he indulged, never been the same ever since.

An addict leaving the habit reacts so weird when he has to rehab it'

He stopped, but what happens when he sees the poison?

"This girl is cocaine to the brain,"

tempted he's on the verge of going "Cobain"

But he caught himself and saw what he was doing;

feeding his soul; he killed his half with his pursuings'

He figured love is of the essence, lust is temporary presence,

Miss Vintage is always gone, so an encounter is a refreshment;

But amor is the air with the occasional breeze,

taken for granted but it's all he really needs.

So he came back from his walk, to the picnic on the moon,

The embrace of his amor saying "I knew you'd be back soon."

And he felt; this is too special to lose.

Chapter: Balistic Tunes

Keep track of Balistic on his blog as he creates an awesome mixtape with a plethora of artists.

Tune in here.

Chapter: Why

Nothing in this world is ever fair, but what's the reason for that? What is the reason for good genuine souls to get mistreated for only wishing well upon others. For only caring for others. Where is the balance in this world? Lost in an ocean of meretricious digression. Besotted by a life of glamour, freedom, and all the material superficial things you can ask for? But where does that get you? Success? What is success if when you sit down at home, ready for bed, and as you think of your life you begin to notice an overwhelming feeling of a void in it. What is this void? The things that annoyed you in your past, simply saw as a nuisance, and tossed to the side in your pursuit of an easy "successful" life. The feelings that were too complicated for you to deal with so you abandoned them. The feelings that confused you with their authenticity that you preferred to not deal with such purity because you knew the things you did were not worthy of it.

But why cast that cold shoulder to the person caring? You are hurting them and hurting yourself. This person only cares and loves you. Loves you. And by doing this, you showed them they shouldn't love you because you don't appreciate it or recognize it in their actions. You're confusing them and pushing them away. And if you do it just enough, you give them that last push they need, you have just created a void that will accompany you for the rest of your life. That person might stay, might go, but you will always wonder why you feel a certain way when you think about your life.

Years from now you'll ask yourself what's missing. You've got all you could possibly ask for. Keep in mind though, you create your own destiny, so don't be careless.

Chapter: Should I?

Lost part of my sanity. The cost of expression puts you in a vulnerable state. I know what I want to do, but I can not. The consequences are not worth it. I must say though, the pleasure and satisfaction I would receive from it definitely makes me contemplate my steps.