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Everyone wants an Oscar worthy romance but never takes the chance to make some b-roll.
I never see you in my lens. I’ve never seen your audition.
I’d rather Hollywood curb the magic and keep those schemes;
let those loves remain on screens
than in the dreams of you and me.
Everyone wants to fall in love, but while at the playground never expects bruised knees.
Well, guess what, gravity doesn’t discriminate,
time waits for no man,
like going to the beach and complaining about sand in your ass – how dare you.
It’s expected – and to pretend like it’s not the same is playing games with your mind –
the heart does not control bodily function,
your legs were meant to get you up when you fall.
So get back up again.
Every outtake, every blooper, improv, ad-lib, deleted scenes
are beats for my heart song – I’ve fallen for the nuance in your love,
your stellar performance. Your actor’s repertoire
– every moment in my eyes is a home movie for my mind to play
I get to see my favorite actor – you could be my star.
You could be a star.
So keep on acting superstar, like every heart break ain’t the same
like every heart break don’t feel the same,
just a different face, a different set of lips a different set of hips, another repeat of the same old sex,
re-runs of your favorite day time drama playback of your real life soap opera.
Same shit, different actor; same shit different body; same shit different smell; different shit, same heart; let it go before you start again. Different faces different roles, different feels different back stories, different facial expressions to fall in love with write songs about for the end credits kind of fall in love and hit a wall and act like you don’t know how to walk in love in love style love.
Everyone wants that Oscar worthy romance
big screen love, that everyone else dreams of.
But never wants to play the part of, well…
Everyone wants an Oscar worthy romance
but never takes the chance to play the part of leading role, rather keep the two bit part of some blurred out extra in the post production seat filler in the back seat of the restaurant just on the edge of the frame a face in the night a stranger
– a bump in the cobblestone a cloud in my coffee
and cigarette smoke you’ll float and become the sky –
Out of sight and out of mind.
I’d rather Hollywood keep those schemes than live in dreams of you and I.
excerpt from For Your Consideration, Eliot-Ray, 2013.