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Speak
A weird poem about finding meaning in what I do through the minds of those I impact. |
-Speak- by Keaton Foster Speak These words And you will learn More than you could More than you should You will see Into the core of being Into the reality of everything Forever changing your life In many profound ways Allowing you to know something others don’t What they refuse will become your truth Your edge over all that makes them ordinary Over all that makes them mundane You will become acutely aware Infinite within what in your past Has caused you considerable fear Fear is what you will show least of all Knowledge will rage in your head Understanding will become like a brick That you can use to beat pseudo idiots with Bashing their brains in Leaving them knowing that they are alive Forcing them to comprehend Forcing them to understand And if they don’t then the end Via a much needed bludgeoning Should undoubtedly be theirs You will not be prosecuted You will be found guilty of nothing Incapable of being judged Because intellectual evolution is not a crime Within the confines of any space and time Most of all yours and mine Speak These words If you must, make them your own Have no propriety concerns Fitting in for conformities sake Will get all of us nowhere quick I do not write for fortune of fame Notoriety means nothing to me How could it ever I write for release, the feeling of freedom I write because I must, there is no choice I will change the world, if not mine Then certainly, hopefully yours Speak and you will be heard By those beyond me and my own ability Speak and they will understand Relay what was told to you Show them all my neoclassical friend Because such a vicious cycle That once began must never end… Speak Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |