Best described as a solid kick in the teeth.. Enjoy a flow poem about, well you! |
-Making Fun of Distance- by Keaton Foster Pointing Searching Wondering Distance Space Time And reference I’m here You are there Where Exactly Not so clear I’ll guess Just to impress I’ll be wrong What you expect The odds Always stacked We could never Not once Meet We are You and I Strangers Defined By distance Space And time The location Of our souls While alive Moot at best The placement Only paramount Upon our demise Heaven or hell Shared or split Suffering For some Peace For all else I’m not sure But I bet that you are You and God Are pseudo friends Making fun Of distance Things like this Gets me by Affords be a laugh Something funny In my life Of brutal calamity I write mine out What do you do How do you deal Or don’t you I do what I can Because I must What about you What do you do And must you do it Oh would I live To have a choice But There is none In this place Distant From your space I linger and waste Expressing myself Feebly reinventing Everything That I have become Comfortable with I use to be a madman A certifiable lunatic Now I am a poet An artist of sorts If this was Two hundred years back I would be a pillar Of high society But right now In this present how I am just Some stranger A dude With some skills Some rhymes And lots of time It doesn’t pay To be like me But oddly I must admit At times I feel richer than shit I feel as if I could buy the world With words With what I feel I have to say I’m loaded Cha-ching I tell ya Making fun Of distance This Is just another poem I way to reach out To you There Maybe near Maybe far Who cares I like to think That distance is naught That we are closer Together Than ever before Because of these Omnipresent words Crafted right here By me Via my mind Inspired By my very soul A doorway to What is to come next Get ready for it Just More and more Of this… Making Fun Of Distance Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |