A unique poem about my life, writing, and my only known purpose. |
-Raw and Easy- by Keaton Foster Raw and easy Never too sleazy A fine line In the shifting sand Adhered to by me A moral compass That only points In one viable direction Each day In every possible way I take the next step Written on my forehead In reverse are the words Forwards, never backwards I am no longer afraid No longer concerned Poems crafted Organized madness Such a mixed bag Of sheer brilliance And unparalleled ignorance Astonishing myself Has become quite easy That being said It is still an infinitely Impossible challenge To get each well placed Word to the right home Facing fear each day I take calculated risks Writing for me Is raw and easy Little effort is forced Like tap water Turned on from the source Until it is shut off it will flow Some might see me As a real chest bolstering Son of a bitch A man who lives to complain A man who lives to point out The obvious nature of existence I am part puppet show And all car accident You know that you wanna look Even if death and dismemberment Are the end result You care nothing of me as a person And truthfully you shouldn’t Because I care nothing of myself I am only concerned with these words They are my absolute burden I know that I will never be free Of not only what was meant But what was interpreted Raw and easy Hides what was before When my life was not defined With such meaning and purpose Long before now was darkness Pain and mountains of shame I had to break through Climb over and destroy Just to get where it is I am Not as simple as I wish The reality of my past Unlike these words Has never been anything But incredibly difficult… Raw And Easy Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |