Yay, I have free time now.
I missed it.
But I probably should be writing a paper… oh well, I will do that tonight, because right now… I feel like doing nothing of importance.
Anyway…. I leave you with this poem by Andrew Schwab, which comes from his new book, Do Not Disturb:
“I have a question for all of you
That I can’t quite seem to put into words
I said something that you wanted to hear
Without thinking about the consequences
Is it better to be a false prophet
Than an honest sinner?
What if I told you
I was really a fallen angel in disguise?
Would you stop interceding?
The sad answer is…
You never knew
That I am nothing to you
But a reason to
Make excuses without having a clue
We have all passed the obvious
The simple, the pragmatic
In case you haven’t noticed
We let all the others sink
In our celebration
Sorry, but I won’t be confined with the rest
Yeah, it’s better to be a false prophet
Than an honest sinner
At least that’s what they tell me
That you’ve got to be a winner
But little do you know
That every jot, every tittle
Is a fragile confessional
Every word, every note
Had been an admission of guilt
For all the curious eyes
And guilty little consciences
Would it be easier for me to tell you what you want to hear?
No.
Every lyric, every spittle
Is an admission of failure
Every word, every thought
Every single lonely letter of invasion
A testimony, A journey
That will live when I am forgotten
Forgotten soon
But this will last forever
Underneath the fluorescent dim
Of the booth, the confessional
My steady stream of tears
For you to eat
Like rotting roadkill
Or a decaying seagull
There is nothing beautiful
About the process of undoing
You have to know the depths
You can sink to
Before you can conceive of
The true
And while the benign
Conceive of pleasure
For the hungry
But offer only an empty bucket
With a drop or two of urine
Never realizing that we have all
Past the ordinary
It takes a jackhammer to the spine
A dying relative
A cancer in the colon
And the deepest betrayal
To garner your attention
Whether you like it or not
It is how, now
The only
Thing
Left
To Hold
But still
You would rather
Hear the endless proselytizing
Of a false prophet
Than the open heart
Of an honest sinner.”
-“Do NOT Disturb,” by Andrew Schwab
SEE – I DO TOO COMMENT!!! HA.
I’m not the best at interpeting poems (maybe you can explain it???) but it makes me feel sad when I read it, it seems to real to um familiar I guess? but I can’t quite see why??? hmm
later peace in the middle east;)
nice layout you have going on….you’ve probably had it for months now and i just now figure it out, but oh well, better later then never
Thanks, I haven’t been depressed in a long time and I’m sure I needed it. (
) I’d rather be an honest sinner for sure.
oh I get it now? I think??? is he trying to apologize for just telling someone what he thought would make them happy instead of telling them the truth and causeing them more pain, and after farther reflection realize that he hurt them more by telling them only what they wanted to hear instead of the truth??(scratching my head)………