The company of strangers
where we do what’s unaccepted to do.
when were left uncomfortable and wondering
who was once who?
as there is no feeling more comfortable
than that company of strangers
as the time passes on
this life becomes a little stranger.
but what was understood?
because we’ll never understand
unacceptable, unwanted, or unhinged at the hand
no matter how great the pain
there is no company,
like the company of the strange
TQS
stumpedwise.
They told me to fall in line or fall in debt.
I told them to fall off.
TQS
stumpedwise.
It’s been awhile since I posted some of my thoughts on this shitty, fucking
D grade website. Sadly, I have been so busy, there have not really been any good opportunities for me to share what has been on my mind recently and it has been a serious bother. If you want the complete truth, I spent a little too much time inside of the bottle over the past couple months, and while I spent that time surrounded in a liquid haze of spirits, there was unfortunately little writing to be done in my mind.
the theory of a daydream,
I hold dear with my cigarettes,
the theory that held me down.
like the forgotten king said,
as I watch a cloud of smoke rise into nothing,
I realized what it’s all worth,
it’s all worth just about nothing.
here and gone or perhaps
there and back again,
what does it matter?
Just take the moment and begin to pretend
that we can buy our virtue at the door
but never forget,
the piper won’t refund the price
and the time,
oh it will forever be changing
while we can’t get our change from time.
there is always tomorrow I heard someone once say
until one day the theory never fades,
though another day it might
forever doesn’t exist
so hold those cigarettes tight
TQS
stumpedwise.
and in the next life,
you will find the ones who
can still recognize you
through the mask of a new face
you will recognize them too.
You want to answer the question?
What’s soul?
The karmic debt we pay,
is only a fraction of the price
and lately I’ve been paying in change
GP
stumpedwise.
so very strange
no one knows why
the world spins, the rain falls
no one knows why
but the time moves on
no contrition for the gone lost
nor the ones without their heads
it just keeps moving on
ever thought about yesterday
where it went, who could say?
yesterday was ten years ago
or at least we can try and believe so
what about tomorrow and the day before that
travel there but always forget how to get back
so very strange
TQS
stumpedwise.
This wall,
this Fence,
and barbed-wire;
May keep me contained,
but my eyes can wander
way beyond
any fortress.
The sun escapes
the sky, and dips
behind the trees.
Pickup-trucks
and peacocks
catch what light
can fight through leaves.
I can only see them
against the hand of god,
which stretches out to me
In a pantomime of
violets, yellows, and blues.
This wall,
this Fence,
and barbed-wire;
May keep me contained,
but, my hope and
my imagination
cannot be restricted
by the thin window
of a cell.
PD
stumpedwise.
