11 Question Tag

1. What book are you currently reading ? Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

2. What is the biggest change that has happened to you in the last few years ? Having kids.

3. Name an alive man and an alive woman who you admire : alive man, A man I know who is 20 years free from addiction. Also my wife’s Grandfather. Alive woman is my wife.

4. Name a famous dead man and a famous dead woman who you admire : Dead man C.S. Lewis, dead woman Lucy Pevensie.

5. According to the alignment test, what’s your alignment ? According to a test that I do not trust, ENFP-A.

6. Do you see yourself spending the rest of your life in the region you currently live in ? No.

7. What’s the latest song that has been stuck in your head ? Valentines Day by Linkin Park.

8. Do you have a lucky charm, a trinket, or something that you carry with you when you need luck, or strength , or reassurance ? No.

9. What happened in the last dream you can remember having ? Something unspeakable.

10. If you had to rename yourself, what name would you choose ? El Capitan.

11. When you are sad and need comfort, what’s the best thing someone could do for you ? Tacos.

My Questions:

1. Are you a morning or evening person.

2. What if your favourite ethnicity of food.

3. If you could be reborn in a different decade which would you choose?

4. If you could be transported to a fandom universe of your choosing which would it be?

5. What’s your favourite Christmas movie? Other than Die Hard obviously.

6. If you are hospitalized for a long period of time and can only bring 3 books with you which do you choose.

7. What is your favourite season?

8. How many keys are on your key chain?

9. What are ten of your favourite words?

10. What are some of your favourite sounds?

11. Who are your favourite villains?

Tagging : @sarahmariepardy @freddiecooper @friedcornflakes @maviall @mildreflections @naturalstate47

Thanks again, @josy57  it was fun !

Volcanic Dust


If Vesuvius would bath me

Leave an ashy mold of life.

When they come years later

And uncover me

With slow blows of chisel

What will they find?

Liquid rock ruthlessly drinking up

Everything I know and leaving a perfect casing,

A gift wrapped for a recipient

Not yet known.

Would it even be exciting?

This man was inspiring,

This man loved loudly

And cared deeply.

This man stood up
When others lay down,

Resisting the current and by that

Being the only one

To truly know it’s strength.

Or

This man was lazy

This man hit snooze too many times

Life forgot him long before this.

This man spun in circles

Never picking a direction.

Here’s hoping it doesn’t take

A volcano for me to leave a legacy.

– Vagabond Prophet

Blog Spotlight #10 (April 2018)

sarahmariepardy:

For the month of April I have another talented male writer to introduce you guys to. Say hello to Vaughan Wesley, everyone! Vaughan posts mostly his own poetry and song lyrics to his blog, @vagabondprophet, and brings his adult married male fatherly perspective into the things that he shares with us. From his personal opinions and feelings, to his experiences working with patients at a hospital, Vaughan has a lot to write about!

“They asked me what blood type I have,
I said the type that bleeds
When you break the skin.”
– Excerpt from Vaughan’s “Blood Red”

Despite the fact that my last spotlight feature was also a male, Vaughan has noticed (as well as many others have noticed) that there is a large presence of female writers on tumblr, and that the men seem to be a little bit in the minority when it comes to poetry on tumblr. With that in mind, it makes his perspective that much more intriguing. He notes, “I feel like a lot of people have this idea that men can be hard, abrasive and calloused to others. Judgmental and closed minded. I hope that my blog and pieces can show that there are men who are more thoughtful and not aggressive. That there are men who are creative and artistic who just want to share their heart.“

On that note, Vaughan is extremely open to hearing your feedback on his work and answering any of your questions, so please, give his blog a look and let him know how ya like it (’cause ya will)! 😉

Poetry Blog: https://vagabondprophet.tumblr.com/

This was a lot of fun. Thanks again @sarahmariepardy and everybody for the kind words and for reading my ramblings. Very humbling and grateful over here.

Wrought Iron

Watching her preen herself with envy green

Attempts to sharpen herself

on the surface of you

Only left her more dull.

Shavings scattered on the ground in a rainbow arc.

By this method you’ve been tempered,

From fire to water and back again.

This is what the bellows wrought

A blade both cunning and beautiful.

Wrought iron sought no siren

To draw attention to herself,

Unlike the one who gouged bits out

To begin this brutal work,

The catalyst of forges holy.

I’m no dummy I know

What swords are made for

I’ve only nicked my knuckles

And I can’t imagine the blows you’ve known

To become this instrument honed.

But you don’t use your edge

For causing harm, pain, or alarm

Rather to protect the loved ones you collect

A guardian, a safe place, a strong defender.

– Vagabond Prophet

Neutral Ground

No Switzerland or Sweden

When our conflicts erupt

No neutral ground

To ignore the bombs

Just your love creeping

Through my veins

Threatening to invade my heart.

You’re relentless, a war monger

I’ll appease your wrath

Take what you want

When you’ve claimed all of me

Know that for this man

You’ve conquered the world.

– Vagabond Prophet

Disarmed

You were armed to the teeth

With something underneath

Disarmed by my smile

That goofy grin not yet yellow,

You ran away for miles

Losing your shoes in the mire.

Years later it was your turn

I was disarmed by your beauty,

But I ran to you not away

For yours is a beauty that beckoned me

Closer and closer still

Until nothing between us but time,

Time to let our love perfect,

Sweetening and intoxicating as

Years go by.

– Vagabond Prophet

Prompt Day 30

Islands built in lake beds

One thing her hometown

And my hometown have in common.

Lake water seeped into soil

Transforming into corn,

Mangos, tomatoes, jalapenos.

Everything worth eating.

Surrounded by volcanoes

Reminding me beauty and joy

Always come with risk.

I miss the people with skin of brown

And it taking all day to drive through town.

Pyramids reaching to the sun

And journeying it with son on back.

I expected new flavours and smells

I expected new sights and sounds

But I could never expect

A tattoo on my spirit.

Flourish and dance entrance

This stoic gringo in plaid

Leaving me speechless,

My words already meaningless.

Family I’d never met embrace me

With more tenacity than those back home,

I met every shade of every colour

On the concrete walls of houses,

I met every type of kindness

On the inside of open hearts.

My stomach always full

From the generosity of others,

Need to wake there soon

To smell a thousand smells

Whispering I’m welcome.

Home in a brand new way,

Cajeta resonating in a maple syrup man,

Pine needles replaced with cactus spines.

My money went far, my heart went further

Hasn’t quite come back

I’m going to have to chase it.

– Vagabond Prophet

      – I’m in love with Mexico in case you didn’t catch on, and as such I don’t believe I’ve done it any kind of justice. Anyways that’s the end of my prompts for National Poetry Writing Month. Drop me a line!

Our DNA braided together
To make a brand new person,
Now laying in our bed
Perpendicular to logic itself.

I’ll be woken by a sleepy kick
In the jaw or the nose,
But to lose her and gain sleep
Would be the stuff of nightmares.

Vagabond Prophet

Prompt Day 29

Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?

Any trough not yet full

Any fervor to pull

In a direction of my choosing?

Away from the herd

You can fly like a bird

You’ll be more at home

If you leave your present loam.

Baa baa black sheep you may be a bear

Taken for a sheep, didn’t even care.

If your teeth are sharp be what you are

Do you work, I’ll do mine, play this harp from afar.

– Vagabond Prophet

      – Today’s prompt: Renovate a Nursery Rhyme.