Yay, I have free time now.<\/p>\n
I missed it.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Anyway…. I leave you with this poem by Andrew Schwab, which comes from his new book, Do Not Disturb:<\/p>\n
“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?<\/p>\n
What if I told you
I was really a fallen angel in disguise?
Would you stop interceding?
The sad answer is…<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
We let all the others sink
In our celebration
Sorry, but I won’t be confined with the rest<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
Forgotten soon<\/p>\n
But this will last forever<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n
It is how, now
The only
Thing
Left
To Hold<\/p>\n
But still
You would rather
Hear the endless proselytizing
Of a false prophet
Than the open heart
Of an honest sinner.”<\/p>\n
-“Do NOT Disturb,” by Andrew Schwab<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading <\/span>