If you are religious you may not like this poem, but please see the depth of my meaning. |
-Ode- by Keaton Foster Ode Thy role Not known Here Over there Everywhere Within all things Madness does live Sadness will sing Ode Is it you Is it me Are we as one Or as every other Under this sun Are we the same Or quite different Before you answer Question yourself Does the answer Make any difference Will it ever Ode There’s the mind job Rooting around Inside your skull Behind those eyes Assuring you That all of this Is just some lie Ode God only knows And he won’t say A damn thing Crazy is As crazy does Many follow While even more Get swallowed Chewed up And Spit out Oh the taste Disgusting Fewer ever Really make it Ode The game is fixed The players Long since established What we do And how we do it Matters least of all Fates hand Is both cruel and heavy You must trust in me When I say that it’s over Before it ever began There is no point No meaning to be had There is just this And then nothing Ode I hope this does not Make you sad Damn near suicidal Instead my deepest wish Is that it makes you mad Pissed right the hell off I hope you curse heaven Takes Gods name in vein Swear allegiance to all things Not bound by him or to him I hope you speak of him As if he is an archaic form Of human control That now is in control Least of all Ode… Ode Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |