Beautiful

-Beautiful-
by
Keaton Foster



Beautiful
An image
An ideal
A picture
Appeal
So surreal
What a feeling
I wish I knew it
But I don’t
I am only a
Conscientious observer
Well aware
But unwilling
To get considerably involved
Poetically is all that I will share
Beautiful starts somewhere
Along the way
Always taking shape
Luck of the draw
Such a perfect gaze
The ultimate fate
Blessed
Far more than most
But under skin
Exactly the same
Shallowness invades
Beautiful
Perfect hair
Flawless face
Nothing set to waste
Believed to be
Created by a master
As long as genetics
Is abundantly disregarded
The most superior beings
Only attracted to others
Of such absolute perfection
Standing around
Always waiting
Unwilling to settle
Impossible vessels
Looking for a better deal
Waiting for a white night
Riding upon a mythical beast
That only they can believe
Until one day
Far past expected
Far past reasonable conditions
They find themselves all alone
With no home
With no truer love owned
Only them and their empty ideals
They held strong
Committed to such ridiculousness
Beautiful
Not something wished
Flawless, who needs it
Ugly is where it’s at
Finding happiness
Within imperfection
Understanding that we
Are all grossly flawed
Made in the image of a
Pseudo masochistic creator
With a propensity to be lazy
We are just bits and pieces
Crudely jammed together
Rushed into production
Copies of copies
Then copies of those copies
Each one equally more
Screwed up then the last
Beautiful
Clearly overrated
Maybe even a bit playacted
Consecration easily leading
To absolute ostracization
Different pigments
Opposite figments
Crooked spines
Cataclysmic minds
People being people
Finding a way
To find a way
Love and understanding
Within our shortcomings
Take it from an ugly S.O.B
Now that is beautiful…




Beautiful
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013