Yup that's the name of this poem, weird, but true. The sound of inspiration for me. |
-OOO OO OOO OO- by Keaton Foster Sound Vowels And consonants Just letters Jammed Placed Nothing To waste Flow That I know Understanding The sounds Those points And the edge Where to begin Thus an end Slipping Upon my tongue Falling down flat Screaming WTF was that Getting right back up Proclaiming I’m doing ok What a lie I’m good at telling Even better at living In my head There is a prison One of time One of thought Thus one of control Hemispherical right Hemispherical left Between Is this great divide Between All darkness enshrined Everything bound By the truth that resides And the past That has since crossed over To either the right or left I don’t really know Destination Beyond my control It is Untouchable there An unquestionable area Of both knowledge And experiences A place where Everything comes together A place where All the pieces form Into a solid shape A mass of flow and concept I am using Such a minor percent To do everything Living And associated functions Writing Quantitative pronunciations Words, rhymes And rhythmic styles All jammed together Easily to the page Like water it pours Like mud it stains The world Will never be The same I know how to surrender But I fight Every good fight To my fellow kind I owe nothing But I find myself Wanting to give A semblance of everything I battle to exfoliate Shedding what I have Cleans the area between Relieving The pain and the ache The pressure of waste Sometimes In fits of lunacy And bits of stagnation I sit in the darkest corner One that I know No one would dare go I sit in total blackness Then again and again I make this sound OOO OO OOO OO I’m not really sure Why or how come But that is it My holy grail My balancing cry An inspiring sound That maybe comes from My head My heart and chest Maybe even my soul Or all the above It reminds me Of why I write Why I fight to express And To vacate the pressure Of my unrelenting head OOO OO OOO OO Strange I know But make the sound Do it a thousand time Then a million more And before very long You will find yourself In the middle of a fight Between the blank page And what words Out of the many to write Inspiration is king Of the castle I’m living Sounds are my muse And my well-used tools I’m building something here And I know That It will remain So that others Many years from now Will know that I was here And that I had Much to say And even more to convey… OOO OO OOO OO Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |