Beauty is the Beast
Everyday the rising sun saluted his cash cow;
His bronze armor and radiant glow that amassed crowds
Whom became part of him like the flashes and snap sounds
That captured the in genuine smile and waxed brows
Of a monkey of a man who would dance for the town
The man was a metro…David Beckham in the flesh
Removing more than guilt when getting something off his chest
And all the rest like the trained locks on top his head
Were chameleonesque ranging from dread locks to a tapered hedge
Everyday half naked he was followed from his front door
Waving to lone flower in his garden wishing for something more
He was nameless, Just an angel dressed in the dreamiest attire
Beauty encapsulated, a symbol of our deepest desires
Since he was hired, all identity soon became lost
He became known as Marc Jacobs, Gucci, or Luis Vuitton
Perfection with a suit on, societies praised and renowned
Just a flawless piņata for the flawed to parade around
And maim to the ground with piercing shots from kanons
Which split him open…leaving his insides on the ground
In the form of one letter that suddenly made way around
And famous became the day Marc Jacobs couldn’t be found
To Everyone…
The flowers outside are red, they blossomed in the spring
You know this as I know this, our knowledge is synched
Rain drenched the valley, moisture formed among our lips
We could taste the revival, we’re nearly joined at the hip
We can walk along the river all day, resisting temptation
Quench our thirsts later, our throats will miss the sensation
Yet…
We can walk up to an honest man and ask for an honest chance
My eyes will appease him, your eyes will be longing demands
We can plead for him to listen…tell him he’s dead wrong
My face will captivate him…my pleas will spur head nods
Your face will relate to him…he will snap out of my trance
Your pleas will relate to him…he will map out your rants
You see..
The flowers outside are beautiful, you stare at them in awe
How can the flowers relate to you, they stare at you in awe
You feel need to deceive, truths to fair to tell
Well appearances deceives, our worlds aren’t parallel
The long smooth stem of a lonely lone flower
Is handled too often
I’m useless with one and only power
In this world I don’t belong, so if you must know
If you want Marc Jacobs
You’ll find him where the flower still grows
Love, The Nameless One
The sun rose the next mourning…the followers were lead
Not but Marc himself but by the letter in which they read
Taken to a small patch of soil in which beauty took form
In red petals blooming from a jacket that hardly looked worn
On the body of a beast who’s face was hard to looked upon
And beneath the bloodied wrist was a slip still clenched in grip
That read Jacob L. Rose as the snap shots commenced again….