Vanity's Calamity and it's Markmanship Ways

I took a bullet for love
Straight to the heart
As the shrapnel
Traveled into my mind

I am sick of this line
This ego stroking line
Always behind
Just shows how foolish I can be

Just that I see beauty differently
Even admire it’s flaws and all
Respecting those who rise above it
To truly be who they are
While laying their heart down like a welcome mat

Oh, But in the foul stench of life
There are those
Who rub their fecal feet on that mat
Sniffing the aroma
As if it was Heaven to them

They give the wrong attention
For fictional dreams ahead
So they can enslave them
With their lustful eyes
Hey, Would they give them the time
If they did not find them attractive?
Or if they were poor?

..
In time, We all meet our truth
Finding out the lies we may have lived
But it is those
Who take others down with them
That makes me feel such extreme pain

Yes, I can be sensitive
But at least I can feel
The reality for which is fake
Or what is real

Does my heart count for something?
Ride through it and feel it’s truth
As my mind shall shine
Over your most beautiful soul
Fixing all that is all broken

But first tell me
Do I even exist?

Or am I just a pawn
In your ego stricken life?

Please, Tell me the truth

Love, Where do I stand?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10