Star Struck Society

Self Congratulations abound as the seemingly great
applaud their seeming greatness.
One by one they grace the veranda
Foliage of fools fall like leaves from the proverbial money tree
onto red lined conveyor belt, flash , flash, flash
and they come in droves each year, more mundane and cliche
Showing only what they perceive is art, what we are told is art
ascensions of the snake inside us, to blister and seethe at our perpetuated dullness
highlighting the venom of normalcy and stinging

They strive for self absorption, it is a pre requisite
enriching the shallow through vicarious existence
Throwing envy in the face of self esteem and
drowning in us all in the sea of our own pettiness and insignificance
This phenomenon is dangerous, and changes us without our knowledge or fore thought

We all live inside the myths,
aided by tabloid junkies and supermarket journalists
controlled and marketed to indifference and laziness
Crawling inside ourselves for only a scant few minutes
Making us realize that our soul has been in hibernation
juxtaposing ourselves into a muddled, inspired and pathetic existence.
Can we live with purpose with them, are they the passion, where is my passion, where is ALL the passion
Comparison at such a ridiculous degree can only lead to failure
as reality is blurry by wall street market makers and bullshit, forced culture, controlled culture, a product!
The same cultured they need, and we so readily hand over ownership of to them
They deflate, and inflate again, however damaging our leaves and leaving the most forever grounded
Awe struck by what life potential is, yet needled by the impossibility of it all
Creating a lazy world, with the "that'll never be me, mentality" its who ya know right ?

The chosen have seemed to corner the market on good looks, money and woman
forcing the great wide open sky's of the mareican Dream to be controlled by themselves
and the entranced worked like a guard at the club that never lets me in,
and boy do their fat paychecks roll in, on our incinerate backs
What will you earn in your life? , what do they deserve in theirs?
It seems that we happy all been unlucky by their standards, or is it luck at all?

Who is it that makes their choices right, and why are they on the pedestal ( We let them their)
It is something that everyone wants to some degree and can not have
the golden goblet just out of arms length, and forever in view
It is so appealing to everyone, this ficticous life we see
Fuck, show me some real art, from the pump to the paper
from the garage mechanic with one arm or the blues player with no home
There change is taking place, and life is being moved forward, art is real and it needs real composers. It is life sustaining, not life changing, even if it is just to the composer

The stories that bind us all, everywhere
are the true majesty of this "so called life"
the places and scenes we relegate as inconsequential and irrelevant are unique
and unique is what makes the world go around,
these places can and do hold the key to all that life is and can be
In the bars and on the streets, where reality, like the sick motherfucker it is, is the harshest and most enamoring and romantic
It is also real
It is where we learn to live and by no choice of our own, create a real life Hollywood screenplay
Life observed and watched is the most intriguing of all the arts......It is there everyday, look
Where everyday is much more than just any old day
It is true life stories, hard and fast, played out for us all to see, or acted in for that matter
Where happy and sad change in minutes not days, and right and wrong are blurred by survival and excitement
And everyone actually has their own space and time to act in
in the midst of all this , the stars start to fall for me, and one by one, we rejoice and not feel sorry
It is time for the everyday heroes
We need to find the love for him, and really look
In the midst of this superficial life, we all can regain the stars and live in the skies above
if we let ourselves leave this start struck society