success
she storms the gates
and burns up memory to ash
she harbors flaw
and takes refuge in gutted ideas
of grace
she is an illusive
scar
on the desire of many
she is fleeting
and isolating in turn
she is one beautiful cold
unpredictable bitch
that far too many want a piece of
she is a kid's sandal pretending
to be a stiletto
and a hallway that poses as
a warm inviting space
she is coveted and then damned
it was all do to success
or because of her
she is
just another flimsy identity
that the lowliest of egos
puts on
and wears around the world
for awhile
so to lap up the enjoyment of
others believing in such a flimsy
ruse themselves
such is
this shadowy shell game
ego paints on
believing the hype
that success is the gloves
that go with fame's shoes
when really
in reality they are but
little more than
ultra thin, cowardly cover ups
draped over a fearful
sense of nothingness inside
how so very ugly must that feel.......
(May 2, 2008 345pm)