At sea in a dream, so real, so clear, life defined while sitting center row. |
-The Archetype- by Keaton Foster Pen to page Words Turned slaves Molded fades So many chances To be laid Screwed hard Screwed good Nailed to the door Kicked to the curb Do what is said Or else Suffer my wrath Reach that point That anamorphic place When life means even less It's about cutting the feet Off babies and throwing Them into the deepest sea Sink or swim Such a solemn decree Madness so it seems Realism I do bleed Hemorrhaging what others Dare not have the heart to express God will of course judge me His crooked finger will be As straight as an arrow for me So if you would please See each and every line Hear each rhyme Understand the plan Take it all deep inside Let the idea fester Become quite sick Damn near certain death See both darkness and light Feel both fear and joy Whichever floats your boat But be sure to always know That in the greatest of distance There is a wave coming And your, or should it be said Our boat is taking on water Not buckets full but rather drops And ounce here and an ounce there Unnoticed by those lacking perception Which like everything else Was intended all along The Archetype Created by a twisted master Redundancy and capacity Are always at odds Every purpose and all meaning Are both on the same sinking boat I am sitting center mass I of course will be absolutely last I will see the greatest of show Of such a show I will offer up details Painted with an ever-widening brush Understand is you are one Meant to do as such If not Then please dismiss all of this a diatribe Diarrhea of the pen and page Buckets of ink split on something pristine Making it like everything else Exceedingly ugly in an expansive ocean Of ever-increasing human grotesqueries The Archetype is where it began But not where it will indeed end... The Archetype Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |