I can't believe this blog hasn't taken off yet! It should be soaring through the prevailing winds of cyberspace at this point, invading people's creative minds and conquering their empty souls!...
Haha. What did I imagine this thing was supposed to be again? I've only told my girlfriend that this exists, and I'm pretty sure she hasn't read this in a long time. Partly because it hasn't been contributed to in forever; partly because she reads anything I've written well before it goes on here.
Well, she hasn't read any of this.
The Dream
by Matt Catania
Soul is known in the hole
the time it takes to travel
It's a crime to e inside my mind
Dreams do not unravel.
I thought myself a poet once
Arrogance, Ignorance bliss
I was so much cooler back then
When I knew what I'd do with this
But now the road ain't so clear
Traffic jacked up other minds
Some greater, some later discovered
Most are farther behind
The crux underneath my dilemma
Crutched weakly with wry foundation
Starry lenses stand on a glass fountain
Balance light of lilies and strangulation
Oh, where am I supposed to go now?
I'm years behind earning it
If I start now, how long do I wait
If only I knew, if it was worth it
Stay in stasis in statum oasis
Static and stoic, a stalwart complacence
Statuesque faces sleep in stone cases
What world I live within
An hones hope; mine is simple
enough. And yet, so hard to believe
In screams filling still rooms to blank faces
Do they clap just to make me leave
If I write for simple, merely my soul
what affirmation do I need
from hollow eyes, empty faces
the heirs and heiresses of the crossroads
And the cheers, they may satisfy
if well wishes fuel the soul;
Boos, rejection are contemporaries
in the halls of the honored dead.
When I stand on stage
and I ask you a question
answer my question
don't applaud me for asking
Your cheer is the opposition
to what I want the most.
Your lax is my arch rival
but keep the host
For my dream, my dream
to play one warm summer night
in front of a hundred thousand fans
in the park seduced by the city lights
I need you to love me just enough
to make it through one night.
There has to be enough of you
out there to make this work.
Right? Love is not required
like I require in my life.
Who is the apportioner
of my wife?
Age has come, a coming of age
the age I've reached avails no coming
Fronting the stage, the stage is a front
for a coming of age aging ages in coming
Curtain closes on stage alone
Opportune fortune reaps the reeking
Blind to my backside the band keeps playing
Blasting, air brush, gain wreaking
Delay to the curtain displays an uncertain
relation made of tenuous plans
Lucky for we - we like to agree
we shadows held in shy hands
In high school I learned of vectors
rays, lines, line segments
At infinium is still conjecture
rays aren't always straight.
Rays of the Sun are never unified
yet not one complains of inefficiency.
We make music, diffuse, and grow mystified
why fans don't fawn at the food of the door.
I startle myself until my time comes
My mind will laps and dreams fall
from my blushing mind into my hand.
My greatest mistake was to suffer withdrawal.
Gold is a silly metaphor
in a state of lethal taste
this guy's too kind, he's a killer
with that skin-eating smile on his face
I would alter the deal of my dream
had I not run the others out
My mind is regressing so successfully
an inevitable basement of doubt
Counting heartbeats is not way to live
imagining my organs isn't either
Steeping in the dread of my squishy design
is causing a common fever
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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