Almighty Glory!

There they stand in their almighty glory

feeling above the rest of mankind

in truth they are but bland and gory

yet prone in time to be defined

observed as lines and cracks appear

wealthy their true selves to hide

being afraid the media will not be near

non exposure would dent their pride!

 

How they play the part of the megastar

shinning their light at every chance

money keeps their egos high near and far

thinking nothing will stop their advance

some survive the power and glory of fame

many only a glimpse before the glow fades

blending into oblivion all seem the same

outside of the celebrity trades!

 

How many can we truly believe we admire

some grow old with grace and dignity

others controversial who have dark hearts

who seem to have untimely life endings

that cannot be explained leaving speculation

that leads to open confrontation

its said sold their souls to the devil for fame

mind-controlled who is really to blame?

 

Living in a another realm to the so-called fans

seem oblivious to any facts revealed

all accepted as gods who can never do wrong

for them no luxury they struggle to live

going to any lengths and prices to see their heroes

whose lives may not be as shown in media

false plastic make up covering all deceit and lies

hidden the extent of the real sacrifice!

 

Am I just rambling or is the truth within my thoughts?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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A Friends Apartment!

The surroundings of his friend’s apartment

was unfamiliar to him.

How they’d got back was a total mystery

waking up on the couch.

Needing to find the toilet for an urgent pee

but it was difficult to see.

 

No idea where the bathroom was situated

knocking into furniture.

Unable to find a light switch blundered on

at last finding the room.

Relief! Found himself staring at his reflection

in a mirror feeling rejection!

 

Then for a second an image came behind him

certain it was his friend.

Swinging around to speak nothing was there

how could he be that quick?

Now adjusted to darkness made his way back

on a table his leg did whack!

 

Sliding his hand along the wall found the switch

instantly was painfully bright.

Soon becoming alert when he saw the gory mess

and vandalised room!

Blood spattered on the floors and every wall

then on something did fall!

 

The body of a young woman he’d never met

now smeared in her blood!

Running to the hallway trying to escape

the exit door was insight.

Reaching it only to find it had been locked

his rationality rocked!

 

What was he trapped in here with he stressed

where was his elusive mate?

His breath now laboured and sweat dripped

afraid to move a muscle!

Knowing it had killed one person already

on his feet was unsteady!

 

Nearby was an old-fashioned hat stand

a wooden cane hung there.

Reaching out gripped it in his sticky hand

seeing movement nearby.

There looking at him was he guessed his mate

bloody eyes filled with hate!

 

He knew what had turned this gentle person

was not an important issue.

Hoping he had the strength to fight for his life

as the beast lunged forward.

Hitting it as hard as he could but to no avail

this act sadly did fail!

 

But the cane had snapped in two he held a stake

very long and jagged!

By luck or a higher power there was one chance

the beast came at him again!

Lowering its head he thrust it hard like a sword

praying a direct hit he’d scored!

 

An awful scream and this thing fell on top of him

he could see the cane had struck.

Piercing an eye pushing it off him he just cried

as voices and banging.

Started loudly on the still locked main front door

he was safe he felt sure.

 

But at that moment the beast rose from the floor!

 

The Foureyed Poet.