OOO OO OOO OO

-OOO OO OOO OO-
by Keaton Foster


Sound
Vowels
And consonants
Just letters
Jammed
Placed
Nothing
To waste
Flow
That I know
Understanding
The sounds
Those points
And the edge
Where to begin
Thus an end
Slipping
Upon my tongue
Falling down flat
Screaming
WTF was that
Getting right back up
Proclaiming
I’m doing ok
What a lie
I’m good at telling
Even better at living
In my head
There is a prison
One of time
One of thought
Thus one of control
Hemispherical right
Hemispherical left
Between
Is this great divide
Between
All darkness enshrined
Everything bound
By the truth that resides
And the past
That has since crossed over
To either the right or left
I don’t really know
Destination
Beyond my control
It is
Untouchable there
An unquestionable area
Of both knowledge
And experiences
A place where
Everything comes together
A place where
All the pieces form
Into a solid shape
A mass of flow and concept
I am using
Such a minor percent
To do everything
Living
And associated functions
Writing
Quantitative pronunciations
Words, rhymes
And rhythmic styles
All jammed together
Easily to the page
Like water it pours
Like mud it stains
The world
Will never be
The same
I know how to surrender
But I fight
Every good fight
To my fellow kind
I owe nothing
But I find myself
Wanting to give
A semblance of everything
I battle to exfoliate
Shedding what I have
Cleans the area between
Relieving
The pain and the ache
The pressure of waste
Sometimes
In fits of lunacy
And bits of stagnation
I sit in the darkest corner
One that I know
No one would dare go
I sit in total blackness
Then again and again
I make this sound
OOO OO OOO OO
I’m not really sure
Why or how come
But that is it
My holy grail
My balancing cry
An inspiring sound
That maybe comes from
My head
My heart and chest
Maybe even my soul
Or all the above
It reminds me
Of why I write
Why I fight to express
And
To vacate the pressure
Of my unrelenting head
OOO OO OOO OO
Strange I know
But make the sound
Do it a thousand time
Then a million more
And before very long
You will find yourself
In the middle of a fight
Between the blank page
And what words
Out of the many to write
Inspiration is king
Of the castle I’m living
Sounds are my muse
And my well-used tools
I’m building something here
And I know
That It will remain
So that others
Many years from now
Will know that I was here
And that I had
Much to say
And even more to convey…


OOO OO OOO OO
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.