I have nothing else but these words to call my own. |
-Nothing Else- by Keaton Foster Nothing else Written Just bitten Into stone Mangled Mumblings Of meaning I’m here Bleeding This heart Screaming Seeking What’s sought Finding What’s not I’ll look Forever What else How else Is there Can there Life A prison Existing A conviction Doing time All the while Acting wise Philosophically Philosophical A bullshit artist Spilling his guts Loosing each nut Breaking down Any and all machines Seeing what’s inside Asking all else But his own dam self How do they work Why do they work Two opposing views Seen through The same lens The answer Never does come But I’ll keep asking Truer is any master Devoid of a canvas Seeing images through Every single word Knowing each line Inside and out Within relevance Without reverence Unafraid to ask Unwilling to be told Acceptance A fool’s charade Dangerous the game For those playing And those being played I can create Without resistance I can express everything And nothing Within each sentence Because said meaning Is nothing more Than an illusion A secret to be kept An idea to be spent Upon this page And each before Forevermore What was said Will have been bled Lent to you Spent by me Simply expressed In a complex way Logical inferences Causing feelings Within all else Many Most Afraid of me For me They seem Terrified Of themselves Most accurate Indeed They won’t know How could they They are fools Ignorant Ignoramuses Pompous Postulating Predisposed Peckerheads An underside To be seen By those not blind A semblance Of a deeper truth Written Expressed Often meant Find it you can If you must I’ll keep doing this Because frankly I have Nothing else… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2018 |