A poem about writing and how I see my roll in the present time of our existence. |
-Higher Places- by Keaton Foster Let me A man Turned poet This hypocrite Once a heretic Paint you a picture An imaginary epicenter Made astonishingly real Each of my crafted words Linked by brilliant connections Painting masterpieces Without a canvas or brushes I want to take you To higher places Ones that don’t exist Ones that must be created Ones that when you see them You will be irrevocably changed It’s what I must do It bothers me none And concerns me less Elevated planes of thought Risen concepts of existence Mountains of self-expression Behind the folds of these eyes Place your fear aside Open your mind ever so wide Be a receptacle to the power of words That paint a beautiful picture A facsimile of abundant truth Wisdom was forced upon me in youth I did not wish or ask for this But I will be dammed If I am gonna deny That which God, high above Has decided is the path of my plight Maybe when my time comes When all that I am is undone Maybe then he will offer me peace Maybe then he will kiss my head And reassure me by whispering never again Unsure is part of the drive of my cause These words and so many others Paint a picture, a masterpiece of sorts They are all meant to take you to higher places Even if at times they drag me deeper Into the perilous recesses of my mind My heart is stronger than it seems My will forces me in ways unexplained Come with me on a journey Of both mind and skin See what needs to be said Via my expressions of all that is… Higher Places Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |