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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #2015483
A poem beyond my own being, a poem beyond my very existence, my eternal rite of passage.

-With A Stroke Of My Cortex-
by Keaton Foster
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Think
Thoughts
Perceived
Not’s
Assuming
Assumptions
Making it up
All the while
Lying to myself
Swearing at you
Obeying this darkness
Stepping into that light
Exposing what to see
All while closing my eyes
Refusing any form of belief
Bending the backs of others
Whose words suit me
Those on par
The few in this realm
Tortured souls
Growing very old
Living each moment
While hating each second
Existence
What a pain in the ass
They know what I’m saying
They always have
And regardless of the dribble
They will continue to
With a stroke of my cortex
I know
I’m abundantly certain
Confident to a fault
That I’ll institute change
In one brutal form
Or every feasible other
Maybe it will take days
Months
Years wound into eons
Regardless
Of such spatial concepts
I am sure that it’ll happen
I just have to be
God is quite pissed
I of course know this
How
Because first hand
Are all of these experiences
Once I stood in his presence
I acted upon his allegiance
I’ve sworn this soul as his
Just another lie
Just another time
Back when I tried
And failed must I add
To be something I’m not
Someone I could never be
Those few
Mentioned before
They of course understand
You
There so clear
You with a heart of gold
Loving must come easy
Forgiveness for you
Is a form of appeasement
For me
Something entirely different
With a stroke of my cortex
Thus
Think
Thoughts
Perceived
Not’s
Assuming
Assumptions
Making it up
All the while
Lying to myself
Swearing at you
Hear this just as you should
Comprehension
Via self-realization
Expunge the poison
Toxic is this delusion
Take out all that hurts
Leave what touches you
What somehow inspires you
Know that there are people
Infinitely more screwed up
People who cannot believe
In anything
Remotely redeemable
People like me
Who have just one person
One finite reason for being
There can be nothing else
Nothing between me
And the page so required
I’ll do this until my end
Just as everyone else
Does what to them
Has always meant
With a stroke of my cortex…


With A Stroke Of My Cortex
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.

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