A demented, circle jerk of a poem, going nowhere quick. Just like me and my absurd ideas. |
-I’m A Realist- by Keaton Foster I’m a realist And I deal in less Then I often fake All that’s left I do near nothing A real minimal Minimalist Devoid of any plans Purpose, or solid ideas. An overt nihilist With no possessions I deny myself Less and less Of this materialistic Form of existence I embrace true nothing Zero, infinity to the left Often I can be found Spitting in the eye Of everyone else’s something Cold calling them on it Saying both WTF and FTW. I’m a realist I’ve never been afraid Nope, well not really I do have fear More in a general sense More in a broader way In a way that in no way Makes me a pussy It’s the truly unexplained That’s what I’m afraid of Scared shitless of really. Simply, I just have to know Then I have to understand I can’t take anything on faith I have to be absolutely sure I’ve spent a lifetime of days Pondering what I don’t know And how to find it out And I’m sure that from This point on I’ll do the same Because, really it’s all I’ve got. I’m a realist I comprehend Thus vividly appreciate That there are some things That there is no answer for But those things are easy Because I can just make up Some bullshit answers I’ve come to now believe In my heart and soul That those kinds of things Are fewer and fewer. The ones that get my goat That tighten my rope Are the things that I know Are without questions real But we can’t posses them Or effectivity explain them We can hold them And touch them Molest them in every way Shape, and or form. We can build them Thus destroy them We are bound by them But only if we wish to be We swear allegiance to them Then spend all of our lives Doing what we can To betray all that they are Intangible are such ideas Concepts, and or fears We can, at will deny them Even live without them But we can never begin To adequately explain them. I’m a realist In a less traditional sense I’m here to know Understand and act Upon the foundation Of said understanding All of human creation In a non-literal sense Is for the most part content All of it except for me I just have to know And thus understand I often ask myself Are such demands Upon me so damn bad That too, I just don’t know But regarding both I sure as hell wish to… I’m A Realist Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |