The night as brightly coloured as the day
But we’ve no eyes to see
Bringing light instead of learning
To speak darks language.
Tag: evening thoughts
Ice coffee and gasoline
Two things I need tonight.
Locomotive power for a paralyzed mind.
Electrically sweet and combustible both
Give me strength to carry this yolk.If you see smoke in the distance
It’s likely me with pen and pad
Burning the candle at both ends
To have a double portion of wax
To use on a waning portion of myself.
Vagabond Prophet
Gravity
Gravity reversed
Taking everything
Away from me.
Reality accursed
Spinning shadows
In the daylight.
Day dreams perverse
Twisting innocence
Into cruelty.
I don’t want to know
What I’d be like
If you withdrew fully.
I already look in the mirror
And think there’s too much me,
Like gravity’s reversed
Taking everything away from me.
– Vagabond Prophet
Fear and Trembling
Work out your salvation with fear and trembling,
You told me long ago whispering in my ear.
I was wondering about resting sometime soon.
I was wondering about the load on my back.
Work a miracle in me, turn my weakness to strength
Make my sleep actually do something.
You who sees beauty where there’s none,
But you see it til it’s real.
You who hears music in the stillness
Until we all sway to an ancient melody.
Work a miracle in me,
For I am afraid
And I am trembling.
– Vagabond Prophet
Is everybody this skilled at things they hate?
If you’re blind and reading braille
Touching all those little towers
Ripe with meaning.Would the rising action rise
Higher off the page?
Would the climax tower
Over every other character?
Maybe I don’t write happy things because those are the things I want to keep inside.
Cover Art
Said you don’t want to move to Seattle,
That’s fine you’ve got enough rain
Falling off your disdain
For anybody just a little different.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
But I can’t help but wonder at the scars
On this man saying he lives in cars,
Who’d design a cover that way?
Dad will they have a happy ending?
With such a sad middle.
Thinking, thumbs mid twiddle,
“Son avert your eyes.”
No real answer
Just don’t think about it.
It works as long as you forget
That each person is a story.
Dad if you’d just turn a few pages
Look past the cover,
See he’s a lover
With no flowers left to give.
– Vagabond Prophet
Disappointed by Candy
Some things get harder,
With each stroke of times brush.
Like getting out of bed,
Believing in magic,
And making friends.
Like how cravings get stronger
For candy that disappoints
More and more each bite.
– Vagabond Prophet
I drink tea when I’m out of alcohol. I’ve been drinking a lot of tea lately, it’s refreshing and I hate it.