Imaginal Journal
Imagination is Medicine
The Magician by Andy Shauf
Do you find
it gets a little easier each time
you make it disappear?
Oh fools,
the magician bends the rules
as the crowd watches his every move
Just a shaking hand without a concrete plan
Sidesteps to a death defying feat
Wait for him to reappear
Look close, see him sweat the most
each time his options disappear
Just a shaking hand without a concrete plan
Just a shaking hand without a concrete plan
I'm a shaking hand without a plan
Let the Soul Emerge
“When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.”
In Bloom, Again
Digging this country version of Nirvana's In Bloom.
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
Don't Know what it means to love someone
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
Don't know what it means to love someone
He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
Don't know what it means to love someone
He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
Don't know what it means to love someone