Redundancies

Life repeats it's games at different stages, in different way, one way of looking at those

Redundancies

Vulnerable too emotional,
as if a dark room situation;
A toy to kill boredom, 
or a stone to rub jealousy against. 
Stark the world and it's reactions surprise,
those atrocious acts that make us despise;
dwell in it, that 2 sided factor,
portraying the silence in the background of repercussions. 
If convincing others is to live happy,
then that happy ever after sure doesn't exist;
because introspection and self actualization is the real happiness and bliss.
The one person who has the world around her,
is that person who only loved her own attire;
She didn't go about convincing people to like her,
she killed those barking dogs, 
with her talent and satire.
Stands to be unhappy, and alone that man,
because he spent his life in being socially a depth like a clown;
stooping himself to the level so down under. 
Forgave his life, his talent and bent down to a gruesome hatchet;
without realizing that he had sacrificed a life time of a happy facet.
Think before you act, 
do not plead for someone to clap;
the applause will follow if you showcase to the world something that was never before,
like the idea of a muse, a picture so true, that deserves in all odds that applause of two.
A Louise Vuitton bag stands comfortable, 
pious, precious, gracious them all,
a figure of class and sophistication, that longs for no one at all.
In herself she is satisfied, 
by her own she can survive,
smiling at her visitors, who may pick her if they like,
but there stands no force from her end, 
for her might is what makes her that hot,
she has made everyone in the world yearn for her pride and over-fall.
No sales men to get rid of her,
them local brands envy her;
she knows her worth is far more,
than those local bags that wait to be owned as if they were her.
But in the end, her charm is what appeals, her self confidence creates belief;
the common bags, beg to be bought, just like that man who convinced to be sought.
Louise Vuitton requires nobody, she knows, that the lady who buys her, is the talented missy, who in herself is sure that dogs bark for a 100 years;
but to stop them is a personality she will never carry;
she rather have them shut, 
with her subtle talents,
that pour out in exuberance. 
The smaller bag or that nasty man wines,
too see LV, or that woman progress,
a chauvinist in perspective,
who will always digress and never progress.
Embrace from the embers of grey,
not to bright to fade away;
a color sunk deep into the roots that play,
a magical game that ride away;
that passion and zeal a character trait.
Let them bark, those people who abuse,
the victim of injustice,
shall sure put them on a cruise;
where failure plays the water,
problems and annoyance, play the crocodile and fish underwater;
karma at their harbor,
waiting with an Armour, 
of surprise and leaves in a  stupor;
their worst dreams cannot discover. 
While the victim on the same journey,
celebrates her royalty;
with champagne and real life joyful endeavors,
they don't upset her, for she knows she holds a better stature;
than at the sticky end of the karma;
kissing sweet goodbye to all that is troubling her.
Redundant these actions,
of the persistent person that finds no meaning in a real life situation;
make belief elements dominate their mind,
monotony becoming the crime.
Their life reduces to be measured in equality of coffee spoons,
those metal plated sticks that the victim just used;
he unwaveringly boughs down,
to her beauty and grace that was once ignored because of his arrogant trait.
Horrendous that thought, 
of showing her the ground,
when he knew she only was meant to be with the stars above;
she didn't defy, but with chastity put forth,
her worth to win him over in the race she never wanted to plunge over.