I'm nothing special, but unlike most of you out there, I am highly conflicted. |
-In The Valley Of Dropping Names- by Keaton Foster This Is not Never Will it Or has it Ever been What You think Hell no So open Real wide And inside These words Not I Will climb They These words Are sincere Concise Somehow precise You will relate Even if you can’t You will understand Even if you wish not As the author I have faith in you But in nothing else In the valley Of dropping names There are but a few Those so fresh Those so new Those nubile and clean Unmolested beings Of a brighter light They are doing it right They are examples Straight up samples Of God’s perfected craft You might just be one Just maybe But a man like me No way in life Or in death Could I ever be I’m a sarcastic Version of him God that be I’m a cluster fucked Being of pure darkness And failing light Perfectly damaged Unsellable Are such goods No one wants Nor needs Straight up beast In a world of many sheep I will of course survive While most will not At least that’s the plan Immortal bastards of intent We always get to the point Because we alone make it Stabbing the hearts Of victims in waiting With baited breath We are often deciding For all but a second Time is nothing wasted Life is everything hated In the valley Of dropping names We hang upon each word When and will it be said Dare will it be written Untimely maybe spoken Insane is such wisdom God has a sense of humor A crass way of expression That he lends to but a few He wants his darkness out He wants his secrets spilled And they Those so different People like me Have come to know it The ones reading You out there Get upset Damn near hysterical But in the end your faith Is much stronger because Another dared to challenge it Directly questioning God Is said to be a grievous sin But indirectly questioning him Is no kind of a valued sin at all Writers are plenty Fools are astonishingly many In the valley Of dropping names We, they, writers Are the creators of ideas Beyond scope and detail We wanna be heard Even if for the most part Those around Have turned a deaf ear The page is immortal Living far beyond Strives any creator And every questioner… In The Valley Of Dropping Names Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |