18+ A really twisted poem about purpose and meaning via my increasingly odd point of view. |
-Talk Like A Switchblade- by Keaton Foster Slut Nut What’s up Cut Right to the core Deep to the bone Again and again Once And forevermore Talk Speak Reverberate Like a switchblade This That Which What Lyrical madness Post traumatic Ideological magnificence What a crock of shit Indeed this is A hail storm of nonverbal abuse Denting cars Caving in skulls Doing far more damage Than any frequent storm Acting like I know it all The pain The sadness This carnival like atmosphere Which is human existence When in fact Without question I know least of all A big fat nothing In an endless cavalcade Of aspiring something’s That ultimately Will amount to the same Nothing I want you to feel To understand So that I myself Don’t really have to An obligation is not required Dedication somewhat inspired With one foot In front of the other You, me, we Must still managed To stumble And at times fall Down upon our graces Down upon our faces Smashing into the ground Resounding is that sound We must bleed to live We must suffer to get it We, me, you All of us And none of us Mortal bastards of intent Living ineptness Via God’s good graces Every sin to be punished He’ll forget nothing He’ll forgive even less Every broken promise To him and ourselves Has long since piled up There are few mountains That stand That were not built by man Talk like a switchblade Cutting to the point To the core of flesh and bone Deep into the mind and soul Letting others know That I’m like them And that they are like me Perilous people facing Further peril With regard to each other And ourselves With regard to life and death One will do little To change any other The game is staged The rules played All of it is pointless Unless we find our something For me it has becoming writing Awe inspiring Pushing all that I know And all that I do not Right to the very edge Of reasonable understanding Its seems to work It gets me by while I’m alive I guess that I could wonder What exactly is your poison Your truth and reason I could But I will not Talk like a switchblade Cutting both ways Inflicting wounds That both heal And stay infected… Talk Like A Switchblade Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |