Dearer Than Life

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MJJ_Lover

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Something I wrote about a fictitious character. :)

Dearer Than Life.
Pearl adorns her silk ridden body.
A vacuous place.
No face for her… in this world…
a dainty girl… does not belong.
In the hierarchy of societal institutions…
woven is her self-conception…
into the glorification of her people…
she walks up and tall…
‘… Pull up that bra. Your bosoms. Don’t walk so small…’
‘Bitch’… the other ones cry.
In silent demise, they whisper their fate upon a silver plate…
of dinner… too expensive to waste.
Their ghostly face... a veneer of self-sacrifice…
their child, buried deep in deathly demise.
Grotesque deformation of their child within…
they binge on self-fulfilled fantasies.
Dreams of easy lays…
for they’re above anyone else.
Pearls caressing their nipples.
Lying face down in sheets of silk.
‘Where did you get those from? Oh… channel… Louis Vuiton.’
‘I went to the run-way show…’
‘Oh… darling, beautiful shoes. Glamorous…’
She spits in her face… with envy…
materialism bides her time…
counts the hours of her lies…
as dollar bills fly from the depths of her soul…
a weapon strapped to take a life… her own.
Lay me down. Touch me there…
the whore ripped her shirt off…
all lays bare
a woman, stripped from her class
turns beneath, to find a life she’s lost
Insentient are the stories of contained desire
constraints prevail over the make-up she applies…
a porcelain veneer… a perfect mimic of everything she wants to be…
so she turns to the place where she feels red
raw animal… fawning…
like the carnal oceans… adorning life
and its pearls... primitive strife
stripped from childhood…
fawning blood… froth from the mouth of the wolf…
Return to this.
leave pretension behind
your sycophancy…
is but a mask to hide her lost pride…
death lies…
where you don’t dare to touch…
but it holds you in…
and is dearer than life.
 
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MJJ_Lover

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About MJ;

Who They Want Him To Be.

Deception of my true self
Where am I going?
Above and whole, I see my glory.

A piñata, of every snide and false comment
A man broken by the glory of their lies
False tabloid stories…
Who is he?
Who do you want him to be?
A caricature they despise
A grotesque deformation of your self-judgement…
Innocent and pure,
The truth stands behind…
Unmasked by the contorted image
One thousand lies.

Grim, despaired
The child cries…
Untouched by the beauty of this world
The contradictory prophesies
The duplicate nature of mankind
Uncorrupted by false pretences
Money, avarice, glory, greed…
Lies.
All lies…

Lies to spite the self
In believing we’re higher and holier than God
A fictitious creature
An animalistic, heavenly creation
A mockery of our system
Painted black and white…

Black and white…
Words… like parasites…
Leeches that suck the life
Out of any opportunity to grow from his strife…
Turn it into a circus fare
Turn it into something he’s created
Due to his ignorance
Apparently he’s bare in his naivety…
Living in a fantasy world…
Step into reality.
Reality; this intricate system of morality
Morality; this feigned illusion of duality…
Barbarity reigns supreme
The insipid allegations that he defies
All laws of God
Rumours try
To pin him, monstrous…
Upon this world…
Like a deity of disgust
Defiance of humanity
Against everything we preach to do
But abrogate stupidly

Magazines, newspapers
Talking heads on TV
Media pundits cast their spell
Over the general public
Sway your opinion with false evidence
Nothing to corroborate their sensational stories
Tales of the boogie-monster…
We stir in our sleep…
A catalyst for fear
He consumes our mind…
No longer do we see the truth
This masked pride renders us blind.
 
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frozen rose

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Wow! So powerful and yet so true, JoJo, you are a brilliant poet, and I stick by my word, you should publish this as a book, with all your fabulous poems and lyrics :)
 
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