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poetry by : Matthew C. Biondi

   
waiting for an experience waltz of life
Waiting for an experience,
What?
Love, fulfillment, trust,
No wait its lust.
There it is, can you feel it?
Believe it, live it.

Back,
Back in the horror, the dome, the unknown, the lost,
I hate you,
I don’t know you,
Who are you?
Why do you do this to me?
When we meet I will indulge you.

Filled with toxins, not real,
How does my soul feel?
I’m scared,
I’m weary,
I’m stuck in a society of darkness, fear and unjust.

My heart beats, yearns, and breathes,
Breathes the lost,
Feels the broken,
And heals the misguided,
Leads the pure, and heals the evermore.
Give me your pain, and tell me your fears,
I can guide,
And lead,
Possibly intrigue.

Seek,
Seek consciousness, unlonliness and explore
Be your,
Be your guide and strive,
Please, please, please,
Live,
Live and love.

Feel lust, trust and hate the unjust,
Live and explore there is something more.
Veins, bones, muscle,
What are we?
It’s gross,
It’s a front,
It’s a test,
Pick A, B, C,
No wait,
Pick E and fail,
Life is an experience,
Smell, taste, breathe, eat, touch, indulge, and just live!
Take a picture of the past,
And make it last,
Make it you……

It’s a never-ending search.
An odyssey through my veins,
Living life constantly thinking,
Like an emotional rainbow with no pot of inspiration at the end,
Driving my insecurities over the bridge of life.
Impurities,
Casualties,
Instabilities,
What does it warrant?

The visionless mind!
A motivational speaker without words,
A flightless eagle trying to get to its young,
An atmosphere of delusions trying to communicate with a universe of hidden feelings,
The unforeseen tale of life that has already been told,
Hearing the cries from my unborn daughters baby,
All in all, it’s a boardwalk of weathered memories,
It’s imperfection,
It’s living,
It’s life
It is me!!

 

Insbordinate Issues

Concepts and mutations of a thoughtless life pattern,
Subordinate issues with in life,
And casualties of the everyday struggle,
Filtered and glorified thoughts of society,
See the visionless and paint a masterpiece,
Hear the unsung and make it a song,
Touch the unobtainable and sculpt a new beginning,
Taste the caviar of life,
Inspire the taste bud of the soul and imagine,
Bleed, one blood,
Laugh, one joke,
Feel, one heart,
Focus on the light,
Put the dark and dreary in the past,
I know it may be different, difficult and vast,
Experience the new,
It's you,
It's the future,
It's the circle of life….


 

           
           
           
           
           
           



 
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