A poem about poets in todays over stimulated and over saturated society. |
-Back In Your Head- by Keaton Foster Do not speak Silence you must scream Back in your head Keep your words my friend No one is interested Most of all a man like me I am tired of my own plight I have little time for yours These days everyone is a poet A jester upon a massive stage Supported by the smallest of audience Fools and heretics alike All that we have to say Could fit on the head of a pin That is on top of a head of a pin Infinite wisdom means nothing Experience has become insignificant All that matters now Is just a flash in the pan A quick little quirp A sound bite for the masses Such pathological asses Interested they seem As long as every sentence That contains “me” Is somehow about them Do not speak Words are the only thing They will remain long after You and I are gone They will stand the test of time They will mean something to someone Present company excluded of course Introspection has always been cyclical Poets will someday not be seen As bleeding hearts but rather Pillars of experience and wisdom In this world full of ignoramuses All that we have is each other So pick up your proverbial pen And shut up my friend Do not speak No one is listening Instead write out what you wish To be heard then place it upon a shelf Leave it there until the day When people again feel the need To learn from those of us Who have been through hell And have lived to express it Via the poems we write What life is all about And what it means to be alive May have become lost To those presently alive But I can assure you That will not always be the case Don’t speak my friend Back in your head Keep your words Work on their mass appeal Until such appeal returns Until all truth Can no longer be ignored… Back In Your Head Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |