Foolish Wishes of a Poseur
How it began was how it would end,
in the rediculous and aciduous claims
of those who have stood and been
in the romance of the limelight, the sconce of the moment
to stand on stage and belt out for your love to know it
your inspiration, your knowledge
the only reason you stepped out was for the free money for college?
you lacked the passion and could not feel the heights
every line was said as an attempt to squeeze between her thighs
to taste her lips and her sister's loins
you became an actor for every female attention you could vye
your music is old, common, and played
instead of practicing your art you smoke day after day
its excuse after excuse, and your claims aren't true
everyone else's fault doesn't makes your sound
'the blues'
you'll never be discovered in your dark, cold room
the level of your genius to never be exhumed
you're silent, and meek, the statments and claims you bring
are broken and weak-
to stain your thoughts with apparitions and dreams that will always promise to crack and shatter
-sparkle and fade-
Create your art, your double-feature picture show
make the movie that we all know
predictable, with the right amount of strange
always need to add your Tarantino omage,
to showcase you're a creative mind in a cage
because all of the filters, the glam, and the lights
won't fill your bed on long empty nights
This 8mm role will not fullfill your self-made promises of
sequence-encased-coke-binged-supermodel-adoring-fans
your name sir, will not be known across the land
and 'Lights, Camera, Action' is just a saying.....
not a last stand
You're not creators, inventors, or dreamers of the light
You're not original, trendy, or encased
You're creation is not decedance trimmed in lace
you're the stain on the canvas, the cigarette burn clip,
you are the winds in the sail of the departing ship
you'll always be a Warhol, but never a Van Gogh,
only fans for the sake of fandom will make the show
it's because or your drive, your lack thereof
that you brought everything to the table,
except the passion and the love
you were in love with the attention, not its mode of transportation
you didn't want to be an artist,
just a famous hollow shell-of-a-life million dollar station
you had no point, no ultimate message for the world
your flag of mediocrity you have just let unfurl
so for the flood of crap in our entertainment-saturated brains,
you will always be held accountable,
always on the stand and put to blame
because you didn't do it for the artwork, but for the frame
you only had
One Foolish Reason:
Wishes Fame
written for 02L's
One Foolish Reason Wishes Fame
anything goes challenge
By spyboygreen
© 2007 spyboygreen
(All rights reserved)
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