Vanity Thrills

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life

Searching  outside  to  find…..what’s  mine!
Losing  my  mind,  by  design,  over  time
Peek  a  Boo,  she’s  looking  too!
Me  thinks,  she  thinks  I’m  cute,  cool 
Calling  for  a  booty,  to  fit  my  shoe 
So  I  check  with  the  man  in  the  mirror
It  couldn’t  be  clearer,  looking  outside  my  self
Love’s  lost  and  found, better  for  worser, now, 
Wealth  has  to  be  looks  that  afford  haute  couture
Tom  Ford  suits  this  Brooks  Brother!
She  is  kin,  also   in  carrying  Michael  Kors  bags  for naught
Teaching  me  to  believe,  what  my eyes  caught
Love  at  first  sight  of  seeing  her  checkbook  cover
Pulling  her  card  like  Discover,  I  rush  to  what’s  next…..
Moving  fast,  like  American  Express,  I  transgress……
As  I  profess  my  will  power,  guided  by  trill
Gusts  of  euphoria,  keeping  my  nose  lofty, eyes  overlooking
Although  its  sweet  when  sunny,  cloudy  it  smells  kinda  funny
Seeming  like  it  don’t  mean  a thing,  if  it  ain’t  got  no  bling…..
Looking  down  on  dummies,  without  a  care  in  the  world
I  search  for my  shell  with  a  pearl,  that  will  change my  world
On  to  the  next…..twerk  or  twirl, that  will  certainly  unfurl

Never  casual,  so  I  push  for  a  new  invite  to  excitement
Willfully  complying  to  enticement, 30  second  fame  advertisement

How  shallow  is  this  river,  I  set  sail  to  travail  til  destinations  unravel

Gavels  smash  on  the  concrete,  behind  left  sore,  so  again  I  seek,  more

Glitter  and  gold,  trinkets  of  resold  and  refried  lives of  false  glory

Living  in  a  now,  of  not  to  proud,  but  too  deaf  to  hear  my own  story

I  insist  its  all  in  the  daze  of  travel,  as  I  await  the next  ferry’s  round-trip

Slipped  in  the  fall,  forever  2b  stalled,  missing  the  rise,  instead  of  this  landing

Planning  how  high,  is  my  highest  possibility,  in  fast  moving  ends…….

Beginning  to  slow  down,  chasing  the  drift now,  unable  to  catch  breaths  in  hailing  cabs…

As  streetcars  of  desire,  continuously  pass me,  with  lit  up  available  signs….for  riding…

No  choice  but  to  walk  out  in this  reign,  running  late,  I appreciate  simple  blessings

Better  yet  still  will  be  the  day  when  I  stop  chasing  after the  thrill  of  vanity…….

PEACE 

“Thrill the vanity and weaken the life”