Hollywood Tempting death

I withdraw from the heartbeat of the city

I withdraw from the movement of the street

I withdraw from the need to migrate

from the winds, the willows, the caverns

of the lost souls journeying

into a raisin light of captive paradise

always spinning

jewel eyes

stare back

hoping for fufillment

but who defines them?

are you an actress acting out someone's words?

or a child in need of attention...branching out like relfective windows

only to find an original non distortion of yourself?

they wait like rapture candidates

in the city square

for an audition

or sign from Jesus

whichever comes first

but there is only one path to true redemption

there are no magazine covers in heaven

or twisted lies

no casting directors, no acid

just reality

Katie Holmes could pull off a drug addict

or serial murder

but Hayley Mills couldn't

Its all a delusion

of wit, charm and reels

the video camera was running

from the beginning of time

discovering how suicidal was Marilyn

how reckless was James Dean

how enigmatic was Hendrix, Cobain or Winehouse

Club 27 turned to grief

and they all dissolved like vampires.