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 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. |