There those of us who must fight all that we are and embrace all that we will become. |
-Anecdotal Heart- by Keaton Foster Life The spark Strife It starts Living While dying In between Existence Thus everything Ultimately nothing The game Well played By losers in kind Every time The odds Stack up God high above Wants it all back No Is not an answer Not one That he’ll accept His will His might Upon our lives We are pawns Playing along Begging for more When nothing Is all that there is Or will ever be Barbaric I know Me A fatalistic linguist Speaking the truth To every liar known Upon the mountain It must be heard At the deepest depths It will resound I’m right here Doing my part Biting the clock Igniting the spark Creating an inferno Out of retardant treasures As always unsolicited Anecdotal heart Fighting the war Waging a cause Standing up for me Standing up to him All of these things Lending me life One beat at a time All that is me Follows kind All of it Is because of this Neither simple Nor vastly complex Just a reality To be dealt I’m here And while I am I’ll do what I must I live as needed Even if many wish All that I am Be rescinded Life The spark Strife The start Living While dying In between Existence Thus everything Ultimately nothing Anecdotal heart At awkward times Seen as wasteful Assumed not wanted Foreign is this cavity A travesty in the making A new way of thinking But again Here I am Because of each beat Because of every belief Good, bad, indifferent Challenging God’s Over abundance Continuing on Long after meant To have been stopped A lion in the wilderness Of lambs to be slaughtered Blood will be everywhere Death will not be spared The end will come through Each line meant for you The ones out there In the widening clear The ones who have an idea A daring feast of pontification And a brilliant display of alliteration For me and for themselves And for all that God Brings into being By whatever the means And all that he deems… Anecdotal Heart Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |