A twisted poem about writing, meaning, and a well known point of view that I live to share |
-Left of The Madness- by Keaton Foster Here So queer You Not true Me Lies Absolutes God above Won’t forgive A hell of a thing What’s the point Dare it be said Easily I’ll confess Considering none Nothing acknowledged Nothing unkempt Nothing will save us We’re doomed The poet that is me Speaks the truth The liar that is you Most of the time Does not receive Belief cannot be forced It cannot be inserted It can only be obtained Purchased with the soul The sum The price Always the same Regardless of person Despite any judgment The fee to play Is everything we know The core of our bones The depth so deeply sown Trust what I mean Because I’m sure of the fee Because I have no way to pay No currency of any value Nothing that God wants Nothing that darkness inspires Left of the madness Where I stand Where I observe What I see here Oh how is it clear What I know Dare I say you don’t I see God in your eyes I see the devil besides I see everything possible I see everyone capable I spell it out for me As I write it out for you Every light shines meaning Every darkness hides purpose One feeds While the other starves One believes While the other cannot Left of the madness A safe place to be A justified perspective to have God above knows that I’m here So does every other creature So does every other danger But regardless of all of them I’ll continue to stand right here Doing what I can What I feel I must For those standing In opposition of And resistance to me And my purpose… Left of The Madness Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |