Illusions: helpful or destructive?

 

She calls herself "The American Geisha".

 

On the day she was born

there were no fanfares.

 

Her conception not planned

just an unfortunate result.

Yet there she was

a bouncing twelve pounds.

 

From the very first moment

it was very, very clear

this girl was determined

and she had no peer.

 

She wanted to shine

everywhere and all the time

she demanded attention

her methods sublime.

 

Going to school was such a bore

every lesson just a snore,

so at fourteen she had enough

.......... she left in a huff.

 

She knew she was destined

for a glamorous life

so she donned the tutu

and she started to dance.

 

But things didn't go the way she hoped

she ran out of money, she discovered dope

days became nights, caresses fights

disappointments and sadness an endless loop.

 

She started to hide behind her illusions

reality but another delusion

so she spiralled down, down and down

no more joy, no princess crown.

 

Her face once so young and pretty

now elicited only pity

her body once so beautiful

now only pitiful.

 

She decided to numb herself out of existence.

 

She awoke in hospital

feeling rather dismal

but with one redeeming factor:

nurses at her beck and call.

 

As fresh blood entered through her vein

so fresh thoughts entered her brain

she was special, she was great,

she was the princess once again.

 

She bought a tutu, a magic wand

 a set of fairy wings,

a princess crown

her girth growing

her soul glowing.

 

Seeking endless attention, from everyone and everywhere

a bottomless pit, a road to nowhere

this she now knew; she knew it's despair.

 

So she donned a mask; very white very bright

like a graceful geisha, a beautiful sight

on her wings; colours blue, red, and white

 no longer hiding, no longer trite.

 

She calls herself the American Geisha

as she dances through the nights

showered with attention, all lit up in lights

but when the show is over and its time to say goodbye,

she knows she's just plain Lisa

and that is now all right. 

 

"When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you see the real you or what you have been conditioned to believe is you? The two are so, so different. One is an infinite consciousness of being and creating whatever it chooses, the other is another imprisoned by its own perceived and programmed limitations." (David Icke)