they run to Hollywood
waiting to be discovered
in a dime store or a parking lot
young and hot
beautiful people
waiting for their chance
they want to be stars
seek being noticed
want attention
finally becoming celebrities
now they are hounded
everyone wants a piece of them
they cannot get to their cars safely
they have to hire bodyguards
we read stories about them in the tabloids
he was just a scrawny little kid next door we think
wondering if his life is better now
or much much worse
Tale of too Hollywood
Two pages into the Twilight.
No lies, cannot see the light,
I realise the lies salivating on Pennywise's venomous lips.
Dust to dust, friends can become enemies as much as they are family.
Two cigarettes into the young night that seduced James Dean.
A sip of red wine, double back to a night in Paris with Naomi Campbell.
We all see, this is a world that questions reality or should l say vanity?
Two cities, two nights of no sleep counting sheep, sipping tea with the Queen and blowing weed.
This is the age of dreaming today, slumbering in the next life....
I have been blessed to be with the presence of celebrities,
My favorite performers through the years.
To listen to them in concert was profound,
They are your companions through the lonely hours.
Excellence at the grand piano and song,
Rock n'roll excellence where you could sing along.
Memorizing their songs in hopes of becoming a performer,
Singing Elvis to a dining-hall of friends that are appreciative.
Playing the upright piano for the senior birthdays,
What an honor and priviledge that was.
Singing with the church and learning songs that are beautiful,
What good memories and friends were made.
Acting in the community play and singing with their choir,
All the world's a stage and all the actors have their entrances and exits.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Pop a critter in your mouth,
Its all you get for lunch.
A big juicy bug
on which you have to munch.
You know you really wanna
take a nice big bite,
if you do it fast enough,
then the bug wont fight.
Wash it down
with some fluid
that really looks quite vile,
After that,
you wont want to eat
for really quite a while.
Restraint sacked by guilty pleasures
Liberty to relay emotional features
Cerebrum overthrown by larynx
Coy fetters shattered by the heavy blow of drugs
Passion for things of onyx
High pants worn in imitation of prisoners
Appearing trendy is a criteria
Modifing the lives of their listeners
They dine mostly in galleria
The society endorse them
Companies sponsor
Modesty is a snag to their pursuit
None files a lawsuit
To them immorality is a virtue
They make it their nature
Being realistic who would reject all these
Who will reject fame and grammies
Are they real?
Celebrities.
I don't get them
Celebrities.
Are they better
than the rest of us?
Celebrities!
Celebrities!
How does one become one?
All eyes on me, while I dance away the night in continuous blackouts,
But my beauty so evident, shining stars on the stage suck out the life
and now I know this life is a regret, but I'm a star
Strange, but wealth and fame breed odd insecurities
of blokes and chicks called showbiz
pampered deities.
When still unknown they thirst for popularity,
dreaming to be a hot, glitzy
celebrity.
They long to bask in stardom's charm and vanity.
But when they're there, they turn
into an oddity:
They nod at fans inside long limo's secrecy,
behind dark glasses, pining
for lost privacy!