A special poem about finding a way to move beyond the bad things in life. |
-Transcending The Bad Things- by Keaton Foster Standing here Naked and accused Legions of no ones Stand facing me Pointing their crooked finger Laughing of such ridiculousness They are as mean as people can be Evil bastards full hateful resentment Wishing they were me As I have always wished to be them They have had it all in my eyes And just as quick they have lost it I have started out with nothing And nothing is all that remains The true God of my ways Forcing me to be a slave To my livable life Transcending the bad things Is the only chance that I have left Yet I am unaware that it is mine But clarity is coming home Reality is within the present I understand that I am facing My only ability to escape From a fate turned on its head I could pull out a weapon And instrument of death Killing those who oppose Killing myself thus ending my misery But even though I have been through hell No ill feelings do indeed swell I am no murderer of lives No killer of the unkind Especially myself I am a lover of the sublime And the rudimentary way In which all of us manage to survive Such things interest me most of all I know to get there Where I need to go Moving beyond all that I know All that I have experienced Transcending the bad things Is what I know I must do The legions of no ones That face me now Will be forced to turn away In shame they will wait As I pass them by… Transcending The Bad Things Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |